A/N: Before you start to throw rotten tomatoes and the like at me, please accept my deepest apologies for not updating this in far too long! All I can reassure you all is that I do NOT give up on my stories and DO finish them completely and not rushed, so you have no worries when it comes to that for this story - or any other of mine. That being said, HEY my lovelies! How is everyone? ;)

I have a whole list of excuses for why I haven't updated or written anything in ages, here's a few: Got engaged, planning a wedding, moving out, writer's block, family health problems, no time, replying to ALL my un-replied reviews, etc . . . I think that's the major ones. So now I'm going to be making a massively concerted effort to update more regularly. I'm excited! I want to write a sequel to this, if anyone would like one?

OK, I'll wrap this up now. First of all, majorly an M chapter lovelies, so beware you have been warned. ;) I wouldn't say it's graphic, I have definitely read worse. But it's still saucy and sexy. ;) This is in Suze's POV and anonymous reviews are on my profile. If they're not there straight away, give them a day or so to appear. :) And it's one hundred percent dedicated to the most amazing anonymous reviewer, Jess! Enjoy sweetie! ;)

Chapter Twenty One

Sleeping beside Jesse has taught me one thing . . . I have never slept so well before him! Of course waking from this sleep that was the best I seemed to have had ever, was probably in a very big part due to the fact we just had the most amazing, mind-blowing sex, ever! God knows it has been long over-due. As clichéd as it sounds, it was definitely worth the wait. Every agonizing and frustrating second was definitely worth the wait. Because now I ache in a very good way - and feel completely drained of energy. Which means one thing - I have been fully sated and spent.

Finally.

Boy was it quite the lead up too!

The first thing I'd noticed as soon as I'd started to wake this morning wasn't that the early start seemed incredibly bright - far brighter than I was expecting it to. It wasn't the deep snoring rhythm of Jesse lying beside me. Or even of the sounds of birds waking in the massive tree outside our open window. It was of how quiet the house was. Unnaturally quiet considering there was a very excited little girl running around it the previous day. The same little girl who had sworn she was going to come and wake me when it was time to play the next day. So naturally I had tuned my inner body clock and prepared myself to be woken at at-least five thirty . . . am.

But I hadn't been woken and I was getting nervous.

The fact that Jesse wasn't sleeping beside me hadn't surprise me at all. He's the only man who has ever managed to sneak in and out of the bed and not disturb me. And considering we're staying at his parents' ranch home, I wasn't going to be expecting early morning snuggles and breakfast in bed. Although it would be nice - very nice in fact - I wasn't about to start feeling disappointed that he hadn't had the same thought. Especially with a couple of his sisters still living at home. I shuddered at the thought of one of them accidentally over-hearing something.

"Ha!" I'd unconsciously burst out laughing. "Like that's ever going to happen. You have to have sex for those kinds of embarrassing moments." I'd grumbled as I finally opened my eyes and saw just how much light was pouring through the curtains and filling the large, beautifully ornate bedroom.

Once again, I fell in love with Jesse's parents' - sorry, with Elena and Dante, as they have insisted I call them - home. I had a tour of it yesterday minutes after I'd arrived. And I was pretty much speechless the whole time! My favourite room had to be Alisa's though. Wow, that is every young princess' dream in there! Pinks; glitter, ruffles, dolls you name it, she has it. Jesse's family clearly spoil her rotten. 'And I don't really blame them,' I thought with a smile as I recounted in my mind all the rooms and secrets Jesse told me as I walked through his family's home. Elena has made it so homely and inviting, with such a touch of class and comfortable elegance, I still feel like I can walk around in my jammies and not feel out of place.

Taking a deep breath, I could smell the freshly cut grass drifting on the breeze coming through the window, blowing the curtains into the room. I could have stayed in that bed all day, it was just too comfortable. But one glimpse of the bedside clock had that blissful thought disappear in a flash, followed by the covers getting thrown violently off me as I leapt out of bed. I'd somehow slept until eleven thirty . . . Now I know that isn't possible with Alisa around. That's a luxury woman who go out with single fathers don't get. And I love every minute of that part, I really do!

But it's not every day you stay as a guest at your single parent boyfriend's home . . . and sleep in!

"Stupid idiot, Suze - as if his family aren't wary of you already!" I'd berated myself as I quickly made the bed and dashed into the en-suite bathroom to our room. It didn't occur to me that the house was still quiet and that I should probably have been questioning that. I was too busy trying to shower as quickly as I possibly could, while letting my mind wander to everything that'd happened the day before. The crazy chaotic day before. Jesse had prepared me that it was going to be that way and I'd done everything I could to get myself geared up for it. But it still doesn't actually prepare you for the real thing - of meeting five completely different to one another, sisters. When it comes to looks you can tell they're all related. But personality wise . . .

I wasn't prepared for that!

Out of all of them, Mercedes is the one I've found I've got more in common with. From what she's said, she has a designer shoe collection that could rival mine and Gina's put together. My best friend would be pissed if she knew I was thinking that. But just looking at the six different pairs she brought for just a two day trip, I knew my shoe collection needed a severe over-haul. With a big shop to make me feel better for the epic fail. Finding we both had a love for fashion and shoes definitely broke the ice for us and seemed to make it a little easier to talk to the other four sisters. But there is definitely going to need to be some work done with them too. There is a very strong tension of protection for Jesse. And so there should be.

Watching them all swarm around him and Alisa told me even more.

But it was the family dinner that surprised me the most. I'd thought the first meeting of everyone and thereafter was hectic chaos. I was very wrong. The family dinner was much worse! I had to subtly keep wriggling my ear to try and help the blow it took when everyone started talking. Or shrieking in Mercedes case when a bee had gotten in through an open window - obviously attracted by the sweet smell of food Elena had made from scratch for everyone - had taken a liking to her in particular. And even though Liana is the smallest in height to her big sisters, she definitely makes up for it when getting her voice heard. By the end of the amazing home-made meal, when I managed to sneak away for some fresh air, I felt like I'd just stepped out of a rave.

Thinking about it, my ears are still ringing slightly, even now!

My shower was quick and hot. And the drying off and getting re-dressed was just as rushed as the bed-making and shower. I couldn't believe how rude I was being getting up so late! Fore-going drying my hair properly, I towelled it instead. Normally I'd be brushing it straight to get my silky shine through. But if it's one thing Jesse has taught me, it's that he doesn't care for that sort of thing and that I don't need to waste my time unnecessarily. I definitely wasn't going to argue with that. So I slipped some slippers on and padded out of the room and navigated my way through the house to downstairs. So tempted to have a deeper nose around along the way and somehow restraining myself.

It was only then that I'd realized that the house was unnervingly quiet.

Reaching the bottom floor I'd worked my way down to the kitchen and the only sounds I'd heard since waking up. It sounded like Jesse cursing in his native tongue. Shivers rippled through me at the deepness from his accent and I let myself be swept up in the ache of sexual frustration pumping through my veins, making my hands ball into tight fists so I didn't react just to release some of the frustration.

One way or another.

Jesse had his back to me as I walked into the large, beautiful and welcoming room, and I stopped and watched with the fire hot lust for him, steadily building from the deepest pit of my stomach. He was surprisingly shirtless, his snug jeans clinging to his narrow waist in a tempting hug. His broad tanned shoulders rippled and moved as he chopped whatever was before him, his long-ish dark hair curling at the nape of his strong neck. My eyes traced him all over, covering every contour and line that wanted to be repeated by my hands and then my lips. My legs quaked with the need to be wrapped around his strong waist and gripped to place by Jesse's strong hands. My fingers twitched to creep around him so I could run them over his ribbed stomach, tracing the hair down to wondrous desirably territory.

"I can feel your eyes all over me, querida," Jesse had suddenly said, snapping me out of my foggy haze, my cheeks flushing with colour. "It's very distracting." He continued, his voice sounding strangely rough and hoarse.

Quickly getting my equilibrium back, I walked into the kitchen further and stood next to him. The heat was coming off him in waves!

"Where is everyone and why didn't you wake me?" I'd gently scolded, watching his long tanned fingers cutting up pieces of juicy fruit. My mouth watered and my stomach rumbled as the deliciously sweet smells reached my senses, my hands itching to reach out and nick a piece of strawberry.

Reading my mind Jesse had shot me a quirky grin and moved the bowl of chopped fruit out of my reach. "My parents and sisters have taken Alisa out for the day so you may have a day to rest and get used to being here," He answered to the chopping board and knife. "That is why I left you to sleep in; your body needs the rest, querida. And you will need it even more so soon . . ." He'd trailed off, his cheeks seeming to flush with a little more colour than their normal olive tan. It didn't take a genius to work out what part of that meaning was and my body instinctively moved closer to his, seeking warmth and the energy enticingly pulling me in.

Turning to face me with a luscious piece of strawberry clutched gently in his fingers, Jesse ran the sweet cold temptation across my lower lip before taking it away. His large dark eyes predatorily watching my tongue sweep the sweetness from my lip, a low quiet grown rising from my throat at the small wetness to my otherwise dry mouth. Raising the cut piece of strawberry again, Jesse by-passed my mouth entirely this time and chose to run it down my throat and across my collarbone in-stead. I gasped as the cold seeped into my warm skin and gasped again when Jesse's lips gently kissed at my throat, slowly drawing down with his tongue, taking up every drop of strawberry he had purposefully put there. My hands gripped on to Jesse's forearms, my nails leaving crescent moon shapes as I tried not to let my legs give way beneath me.

Finally . . . finally we were getting somewhere past second base! And I was not going to let it be stopped or interrupted this time. I just knew it wasn't going to take us both long before we started to rip each other's clothes off. By-pass foreplay, head straight for go. Do not collect anymore sexual tension; just go straight for the climax! My body was screaming for it.

Automatically opening my mouth as I felt the delicious fruit that had started something and wouldn't be stopping until I was completely satisfied, I accepted the strawberry with my tongue, sighing with the burst of dewy sweetness erupting on my tongue and slipping down my throat. But it wasn't long before I was sighing with a different reason. Jesse's tongue slipped between my parted throbbing lips, sweeping around my mouth trying to steal the last juices from the fruit. He tasted like he'd been eating some of the fruit himself. It was strangely erotic savouring it on his tongue and lips, the tastes were assaulting as much of my senses as what Jesse's actions were. I couldn't control myself and I didn't want to. My hands slipped up his bare muscled back and wound into his hair, needing a hint of more of what he had to offer.

So, so much more . . .

I couldn't control my legs then - they were just about to buckle from the sheer weight of frustration bearing down on them when Jesse's hands gripped my waist and effortlessly placed me up on the marble kitchen counter, parting my legs to stand between them. Barely breaking the kiss that grew feverish and uncontrollable with every second that was passing between us. Every bit of need, lust and emotion leading up to this was pouring through every part of me, in every touch, moan and grope of Jesse's frame. I briefly thought about his family and of them coming home for whatever reason. But the thought didn't last long before I ignored it and gave in completely to my sheer overwhelming need of wanting Jesse.

We finally pulled away breathless, my lips tingling with the taste of the fruit and throbbing from being devoured so thoroughly by my incredibly sexy handsome man.

"Mmm, so sweet," Jesse huskily murmured his normal so in control demeanour totally vanished as it always does as soon as we start to get so lost in each other. It makes me grin knowing how different and predatory he is when it comes to our sexual liaisons. I sank into his eyes that were once again watching my tongue run along my lips, the darkness of his pupils devouring me even more. I wanted to stay locked in his gaze like that forever, but I had other needs that needed to be fulfilled first. And I selfishly wanted them. Even more when his hands gripped my top and lifted it off and over my head in one swoop. His hand was quick to unclasp my bra and remove that too. The cool air hit my bare skin instantly, my nipples aching to be touched by his warm hands.

Jesse was very quick to oblige what my body so heatedly pined for.

His rough hands strayed across my back and around to my front, lightly tracing over my ribs before reaching for my lusting breasts, his palm cupping and kneading, his thumb rubbing over my nipple making my back arch closer to him. His free hand curled around my lower back, pulling me across the counter so I was on the precipice and feeling just how turned on he was from what he was doing - before guiding me down to lay on my back across the cool marble. "Jesse," I murmured before it turned into a gasp as his warm mouth came down to my other breast, his lips and teeth applying a different kind of torture. "Oh my God, Jesse!" I called breathlessly, hissing between my teeth as he trailed another piece of slippery fruit down and across my breasts, his tongue and lips lapping up the trail as he slipped the morsel between my parted lips again.

I was biting them so hard I thought I was going to make them bleed. I was throbbing from how turned on I was and desperate to feel Jesse's manhood hot and hard in my hands . . . against my wet lips and deep in my mouth.

"You taste so delicioso, querida," Jesse purred against my throat, nipping at my pulse point. My hands had slipped and gripped the counter for some kind of reality. But it was useless; I'd been lost the moment I walked in to the kitchen. "I want to make you mine . . . Susannah. I want you to belong to me. Make you call and scream only for me. I want you, querida. I have for so long."

Raising my shaking hands to cup his face, I started to rise with his help and looked deep into his eyes as I sincerely whispered, "Then take me, Jesse." His flashing eyes told me I'd said the right thing as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing my breasts against his chest, my hips moving to run against the bulge in his pants. He muttered something indecipherable against my lips before sweeping in for an if possible, even deeper kiss than before, making my mind swirl and go crazy with possibilities and excitement of what was coming. I thought I would pass out from the sheer frustration coursing like red hot fire through my veins, fuelling my clawing at his bare chest and back, more than ready to get the show properly going.

"Oh Jesse," was my piteous moan against his mouth as I hitched my legs higher up his hips, his erection grinding closer. My hard nipples grazed against the hair of his chest, my senses going into overdrive and threatening to go on meltdown like some nuclear reactor. I felt like I could have powered cities with the energy coming off us both, it was electrifying!

"Open your mouth, amante dulce,"

Jesse's voice was so fathomless and husky, his hands so teasing and demanding across my skin, I instantly did it. I felt the trickle of something warm and thick against my tongue first, before the scent of chocolate hit me. But beneath that chocolate was a sweet luscious taste that when combined, made my legs tighten on Jesse's waist and my head spin with the amazing aphrodisiac we definitely didn't need. The passion between us was so hot; it would have melted ice within seconds. It was so sensual it left me moaning when my tongue meshed the two together and slid down my throat leaving an insanely sweet, thick chocolatey flavour behind. "How does it taste?" He'd asked.

It was barely a second before I answered. "Erotic . . ."

It was a heart-beat before he said, "Bueno." And then I felt the same warm thickness that had first touched my tongue, be trickled down the valley between my breasts and down my stomach. I reached out for his hair when I felt him hover over me, his rough stubbly chin rubbing across my breast, his tongue flicking to the lightest touch of my nipple. It erected to an even harder point, the pain and need to be touched overwhelming me until he started to lick up the chocolate he'd painted on me. I felt another strawberry be tempted into my mouth while he slowly made his way down my body. "I've never tasted anything so good." He told me as his hands gripped my hips and his mouth and tongue lapped me up.

"I've never felt anything so good," I'd whispered back.

My body felt more alive and wired than I've ever experienced. God, next to Jesse with his slow exploration, tasting every inch of me, his kisses driving me half mad, anything any guy had done to me in the past was wiped clean. It felt like Jesse was the only one. The only man that has ever and will ever appreciate and loving explores me the way Jesse was. I withered and keened beneath him, my arousal wetting my underwear. "God, Jesse, you're killing me!" I gasped when his tongue rolled around my nipple, tugging it and me into his mouth. I arched against him, desperate when he pulled me back flush up against him.

"Please," I pleaded against his neck, kissing and rocking my hips against him. I wanted his shaft in my hand, in me so badly it hurt. "Please, Jesse, I want you so bad."

He pulled my head up to kiss me hard, a groan caught on his breath, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, leaving me weak and boneless against him. How the hell had I ever been satisfied before I met Jesse? 'I never was properly,' I thought as he un-hooked my legs and pulled me down from the counter. I was seconds away from collapsing to the floor when his arm swept underneath me and carried me out of the kitchen, holding me close to his chest. I saw the intent and desire in his eyes and kissed his neck and chest the whole time he carried me up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. I was doing a damn good job of making him nearly drop me when the sound of the door banging closed behind us broke me out of biting at his neck, like a starved vampire.

He set me down on the large comfortable bed, his lips fusing to mine in frenzy as he crawled on top of me. He just as suddenly pulled away to look at me, with eyes full of craving and devotion for me. No man has ever looked at me the way Jesse does. It wasn't just lust I saw. It was something so much deeper, yet hard to comprehend. He's a mystery to me . . . My sexy Spanish enigma. My breath hitched in my throat, my fingers dug into his arms and the room started to fade away from around us. I only saw Jesse and I only felt every sensation coursing through my withering body, my nerves frayed and on fire.

I let Jesse go long enough to be able to undo my jeans, while he'd pulled them down and off, only snagging my foot for a few seconds. It wasn't enough to interrupt us or distract from the moment. His lips came crushing back down on mine as his dextrous fingers rubbed and stroked me through the wet material of my panties, making me gasp with pleasure from his teasing. If there's one thing Jesse likes to do, it's to tease me. Most of the time it's fun and exciting, building up the pressure another notch or two. But right then, it was just making my frustration start to reach boiling point. And Jesse knew it. Seconds later my panties ripped in the rush of him tearing them off me, replaced by his fingers satisfying my greed.

"Yes!" I hissed, throwing my head back against the soft pillows.

Chuckling roughly, his hand was there again, toying with my sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger making fireworks explode in my head. My body rose and moved against him instinctively; letting myself go to the pleasure I was so desperate for. "Oh, Jesse, please!" I begged, opening myself up further, moaning when his finger slipped between my slick folds. My hands fisted into the comforter, drawing it closer to me as I raised myself up off the bed like I was possessed. Just some limp puppet being played with by Jesse. He eased a finger in stretching and toying with me before slipping in another. I withered, moving my hips against him when he thrust in and out gaining pace more and more.

"Come for me, Susannah." He'd called through the haze.

"Oh God!" I sobbed; the last flick and rub of my sensitive nub finally taking me over the edge. My cry was muffled by Jesse's lips suddenly pressed to mine, his fingers working to draw my climax out until I sagged against the bed, my body dancing with passion and fever, my lips surrendered to Jesse's. His kiss was so loving and sexy; I could feel myself revving up again.

Taking him by surprise, I pushed at Jesse's chest until he backed off me and was standing again. "Querida," was all he said as I un-hooked his jeans button and pulled them and his boxers down without delay. I didn't want slow - I wanted to give Jesse what he'd just given me. And as soon as his erection sprung free, watering my mouth, my hand instantly wrapped around his shaft, touching and stroking him. I looked up at him under half lidded eyes before leaning forward, my tongue darting out to lick up the pre-cum. Just one little taste of that and I had to have more. I took him deep into my mouth, sucking and licking, drawing moan after moan deep from within him. His hands clutched my hair tight, moving me at a pace he wanted before pulling me off him completely and unexpectedly.

"Wha - ?" I was about to ask before I saw the obvious strain on his face. Smiling I stood and pushed him down onto the bed before climbing over to straddle him, tempting him and me - feeling his erection pressing at the apex of my thighs. I wanted him; I wanted Jesse so badly I couldn't wait and neither could I see could Jesse.

"Susannah," Jesse murmured as I rose and slid on to him with a pleasurable and shocking sigh from us both. My hands splayed across his abdomen, unconsciously kneading him as I closed my eyes, overtaken by the sensation of having his throbbing hot shaft deep within me. Jesse's hands slid up my thighs and rested on my hips, holding me, making me feel safe and invulnerable. And then his hands moved me, the same moment I started to rise and fall in a slow rhythmic motion. My senses going into uber overdrive from too much emotion and too much feeling. And still I wanted more. Soon my pace increased as I became used to Jesse, the more he groaned and murmured to me in Spanish, the more I wanted to just lose myself wholly and completely to him. My hands clawed at him, while his grabbed and stroked my body and breasts. It was electrifying and sensual.

And amazing to feel so in control of a man who likes the roles to be reversed.

Of course as soon as I started to think and feel that, Jesse grabbed a hold of my hips stopping me. Glowering at him through foggy eyes, I was about to protest damn loudly when he slipped me off him and flipped me beside him. The loss of him left a physical ache behind that was just as quickly fulfilled when he was above and slowly pushing back inside me. The ache disappeared the deeper he slipped inside of me and the higher my legs went up and around his back, crossed at the ankle.

"Todo lo que quiero hacer es hacer el amor con usted," Jesse whispered against my lips before surprising me again, by kissing me with a completely different depth and sensual pleasure than his kisses had been since we started. Again my breath stilled in my chest, my body went limp beneath him and the frenzy and eagerness that had been rearing its sexy head for way too long, was creeping up from the yawning pit that had yet to be breached until now. It was more than rapture and passion - more than need and wanting. It had a whole different level to it that I couldn't describe or even try. It had emotion wrapped around it that I didn't want to question or try to understand. But scarier than anything, was that I was responding with the same kind of intensity and emotion as Jesse was giving me.

"All I want to do is make love to you, querida," Jesse said as he looked much deeper into my eyes than he had ever done before. But I didn't feel vulnerable or frightened; just safe and protected. How could I not have been, snug beneath Jesse's strong powerful body, connected to him physically and emotionally the way I was?

A body that had started to pull out from me enough to make me think he was going to leave me completely, before thrusting back into me in powerful, strong movements. I didn't say anything because I couldn't. All I could do was moan and whimper his name as one of his arms braced him beside my head and the other hooked my leg up higher, his thrusts moving me further up the bed. I clutched at him, trying so hard to keep my eyes open so I could experience it with him, instead of being overcome completely by the moment. But I couldn't help it, my second climax was building and getting closer and closer, and so was Jesse's. Sweat beaded across his forehead, his eyes so dark they were almost black. His thrusts became rough, frantic and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore I came, with Jesse just seconds behind me.

The fireworks that exploded throughout my body were like I've never experienced before. My body shook with the intensity, my screams of his name dulled out his calling me, "Querida," in my ear as he came. My mind was a bright mess of colour and thoughts, while my body screamed with satisfaction and fatigue. All I could do was lie beneath him; Jesse sprawled on top of me, barely managing to hold his own weight off me so he didn't crush my limp, sweaty body. We were both breathing hard and fast, his heart hammering in time with mine. My foot twitched and I could feel cramp creeping into my toes. But I didn't care and I couldn't. I was one hundred percent, fully sexually sated and all I could think to say was -

"Finally . . ." breathlessly.

Jesse just nodded against me where his head was buried in my neck, before lifting himself up to look at me with hooded eyes. A whole conversation passed silently between us with his one glance. Words didn't really need to be said, because there weren't any. We had finally gotten the next step in our relationship we both needed; the step that truly meant no going back. Definitely not for Jesse, too much is at stake. And I guess what was in that one glance was also like a question . . . Is this right? My answer was to kiss him softly - on the cheek, his forehead and finally his lips. That was all he needed and all I had to do to reassurance him I was going no-where. Not from him and not from Alisa.

Then he was rolling off me with a groan and pulling me to lie half on him before falling asleep within minutes.

Typical, I'd thought with a smile before joining him, so sated and happy. Choosing to figure out what secret emotion was stirring between us and within me, another time. At the De Silva ranch, you have all the time in the world . . . So I've been told.