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A/n: I shouldn't need to warn, but I will, very M, very smutty content! If you are not allowed to carry a driver's license, you shouldn't be reading! Everyone else, enjoy!

As always thanks so much to the awesome jerseybones for the fantastic betaing-I think I'd be pulling my hair out without her!

Chapter 21: Can't Be Denied

"Open your legs for me," he ordered seductively, trailing kisses along her delicate jaw line. "I'm going to make you mine every way there is."

Her legs parted in the most erotic surrender and as his fingers delved deeply inside her, Brennan moaned in utter ecstasy.

"Say it." His voice was low and soft, a match to the soft thrust of his fingers in and out of her body.

"Make me," she gasped, reckless and defiant in a way she would only ever trust herself to be with him. Brennan liked control, but now, with her taunting defiance, she was freely inviting him to take it from her. And the only thing she felt was excitement, because he was the one man she trusted absolutely, in the bedroom and out of it.

"You think I won't?" Booth asked, removing his fingers and smiling wickedly at her tiny growl. "You think I can't?"

"It doesn't matter what I think," Brennan answered, attempting to maintain a calm and didactic voice, like the one she used in front of her class. "It only matters what you can prove."

He laughed outright, not fooled for a second by the composed tone. His hand was still restraining both her wrists above her head and she was arching under him, her breasts straining seductively up even as she tried to control her breathing. But he could see the way her eyes darkened as he licked the fingers he had just removed from her body and the way her legs parted even more between his own.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said, voice sounding almost harsh in its intensity as he released her wrists, grasped her hips in both hands and buried himself deep inside her warm, wet body. Brennan hissed at the feel of him filling her so unexpectedly, hands automatically flying to grip his shoulders.

"Not just your body, but everything about you," Booth clarified, bringing one hand between their bodies and pressing hard against her clit. "The way you are is so damn beautiful, I can't even comprehend it." Brennan moaned low at the measured thrusts combined with the hard stimulation on her clit, but she couldn't close her eyes as he spoke almost starkly.

"So much passion and knowledge and courage under all this delicate skin," Booth rasped, pressing his fingers harder to push her over the edge. "It's almost terrifying, but I need it, I need it all, Bones, and fuck, you need me too." She gasped out his name, almost shocked at how quickly the orgasm ran her over and when she clenched around him tightly, he pumped hard, letting it overcome him too.

They were both breathing heavy, feeling nearly dazed, but instead of rolling off her, Booth lowered his head, sucking one hot nipple into his mouth.

"That was just to take the edge off, Bones," he informed her in a low voice that nearly made her whimper. He trailed his hands up her body and then he palmed the sides of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened tips in concentric circles. He then alternated between sucking softly on one breast and swiping his thumb gently over the other, until finally she started to fidget under him, impatient with the soft touches.

"Booth," she whispered faintly, bringing one hand up and tunneling her fingers in his hair.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, increasing the suction of his lips. "Do you want me to suck your nipples raw, Bones?"

"Yes!" Brennan hissed, almost outraged at the way she seemed to have lost control of her own body. She could feel his own hardening inside her as he stimulated her breasts in seductive concentration.

"You gotta ask nicely," he chastised, swirling his tongue slowly over one pink areola and closing his eyes in pleasure at the feel of the puckered surface under his tongue. "Mmm … you feel so good and you taste even better."

"Booth!" she tugged on his hair hard and his eyes snapped open, lips curving wickedly at the impatience in her tone.

"That's not nice," he whispered and before she could even blink, he had pulled out and flipped her on her stomach.

Booth straddled her quickly and she could feel his quickly hardening erection pressing against her ass and his chest flush against her back as he lowered his body to whisper in her ear, "You are in my bed now, Bones." His words made shivers race up her spine as he trailed one hand down the curve of her back. "And I've got you under me, just where I've always wanted you. And I'm not going to stop until I make you so wild and so fucking unrestrained that you'll never forget you belong to me."

Grasping her hips, he tilted her off the bed, rubbing her ass against him. Brennan gripped the edge of the bed with one hand and ran the other one between her legs on a soft groan.

"Are you wet for me, Bones?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer. She gave a panting moan that told him she was working herself over quickly and he released her hips to grab hold of her hand and draw it away from her body.

"No," Booth said firmly, bringing her hand up and covering both her hands with his over the edge of the bed. "You can tell me what you want, but you can't touch yourself."

"God, then touch me already," she said, just a little desperately.

"I will," he promised, releasing her hands and running his palms across her skin, until he reached her waist; keeping one hand there, he ran the other one over her stomach and down.

"Christ," he hissed, sinking one long finger into sheer scalding heat. "So fucking wet." She arched back into him on a humming little sound of pleasure and he lowered his lips to the spot between her neck and shoulder, biting down with exquisite tenderness.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered, stroking rhythmically across her throbbing clit. "So deliriously crazy."

"Oh yes," Brennan whimpered, moving her hips up against his pounding erection. "Booth, come on …"

"You want me, Bones?" His cock rubbed against her entrance and she groaned in protest when he removed his stroking finger.

"You know I do," she answered quickly.

Brennan shuddered when he trailed the slick finger down her spine and then used his tongue to lap the evidence of desire he'd left on her skin. She felt him cup her hips firmly in both hands and she tensed in anticipation.

"You know that you are about to get fucked, don't you, baby?" he told her silkily, the words landing like a caress on her overheated skin. "Fucked so good," he purred, gloving his rock-hard dick with her velvety softness in one swift stroke.

She couldn't hold back the scream as he pounded her hard and Booth couldn't help the tortured moan that escaped his lips, loud and deep, at the hot lushness of her body.

"Jesus, you've ruined me," he told her in stark honesty, plunging deliriously into her. "You've ruined me for anyone else, Bones."

"You've ruined me too," she confessed into the mattress, the words making him freeze mid-stroke. On a painful groan, he pulled out of her body, circling one arm around her waist and raising her to her knees.

"Booth?" Her voice sounded dazed and confused and aroused all at the same time and he pressed a reassuring kiss against her shoulder as he grasped her hips and maneuvered them until they were both facing the headboard of his bed.

"Hold on," he whispered huskily, settling behind her.

"Oh God," Brennan whimpered, elbows locked in front of her as she leaned forward a little to grasp the top of the headboard tightly, her body a near right angle to the mattress. Soft lips caressed across the line of her shoulders and his hands reached around to cup the weight of her swaying breasts as he slid back inside her at what had to be the most perfect angle ever created.

She reared back to meet his strokes, feeling wildly out of control. The soft way he was caressing her breasts was at odds with the hard thrusts of his hips and the contrast was short-circuiting her brain.

"Does that feel good for you, baby?" He breathed the question against her ear, teeth scraping gently along her skin.

"Don't stop … oh fuck, Booth, don't ever stop," she pleaded, thrusting back against him again, feeling like what she needed was too close and too far away at the same time. "Oh god, what are you doing to me?"

"I'm making love to you, Temperance," he answered huskily, releasing the globes of her breasts to wrap one arm around her waist and brace the other one on the headboard, his fingers tangling with hers as they curved over the edge too.

"I'm making you mine, Bones," he whispered, slowing down his pace, but thrusting into her body in one perfect stroke after another. "I'm proving to you that nothing could be better than this, than us, that nothing could even get close."

Her head fell back against his shoulder in dazed ecstasy and he pressed his lips to the side of her neck. The grip she had on the headboard went slack as he moved in slow, measured thrusts designed to drive her crazy and Booth tightened the arm around her waist to keep her from collapsing. She was moaning his name mindlessly and he stopped suddenly, needing to face her, needing to make it clear that there could be no more barriers between them. Disengaging their bodies, he gently placed her back on the bed as they faced each other on their sides.

"Booth, I need you," Brennan rasped desperately, running her fingertips along the side of his face. His words had made her light-headed and turned her limbs to jelly, but her body was still revved up. He hooked her thigh over his hip and surged back into her, twin moans of satisfaction escaping their lips helplessly.

Booth captured her mouth and teased her tongue with his, one hand cupping her ass and rocking their bodies together. She clenched her hand in his hair and he could feel how close she was, her body drawing him in deeper with every stroke. He was on the edge of control too and she had yet to give him the answer he wanted.

Without losing his rhythm, he rolled her on her back, her long legs going around him in a vice grip.

"Say it, Bones."

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him wildly as her body surged desperately into him. He kissed her back savagely, fingers tangling in her silky tresses and his body answering her desperation with his own.

"You are mine now, Bones," he growled. "And I want to hear you say it." Her eyes were the most beautiful mix of blue-green Booth had ever seen; her lips swollen red from their bruising kisses; her face full of arousal and hesitation as she stared up at him.

"Say it," he ordered, driving relentlessly into the perfect fit of her body. "Say it, say it, say it," he whispered, his voice going from demand to pleading in the span of two heartbeats.

"Booth …" Her voice sounded nearly tortured and it made everything inside him contract painfully.

"Don't hold back from me," he pleaded softly, brushing his lips gently against hers in a side to side motion, over and over again. "I swear I'll keep you safe."

And she believed him, above and beyond what he could make her feel with the mere touch of his lips, she believed in him. And she couldn't hold back from him; that had been impossible to do from day one.

Digging her fingers into his back, she buried her face against the side of his neck and whispered, "Yes, I am yours."

She trembled under him and Booth unraveled a little more at the whispered words against his skin.

"Look at me," he asked hoarsely, trailing one hand down from her hair to caress her cheek. "I'm yours too. Always have been, always will be."

Brennan gasped at the words and bucked into him, feeling like she was on the verge of coming apart so hard that nothing and no one would ever be able to put her back together again. "Please, please, please, pleaseplease …" She was begging, but she no longer cared, it didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore except for him and what he was doing to her.

He grasped her hips and thrust hard, once, twice, and she spun apart. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her as she shattered and he couldn't hold back anymore either; not his body and not his heart.

"I love you."

The words slipped out, not in the heat of passion, but in the intensity of a moment that could no longer be denied. At the beginning of this night, Booth had foolishly thought he would be able to keep the words inside. But he couldn't keep it in, couldn't hold it back. And even though he felt exposed, like he had poured out everything into her, he simply couldn't regret it because nothing had ever felt as absolutely incredible as this.

"Nothing can ever change that," Booth vowed softly, the words barely audible over labored breathing and two racing heartbeats. Holding her close, he pressed his lips to her temple and whispered, "I'll always love you."