"You'd better hurry up, because it's melting. Or am I just too hot for you to handle?" Come on, Kensi. Just do something will you? Do anything – but just do something!

"Yeah, that must be it. I knew there had to be a reason." The tip of Kensi's tongue poked out from between her lips, and then disappeared again. "You're almost good enough to eat, do you know that?"

Marty just lay there, looking at her, his eyes never leaving her face for an instant. "Try me," he said. "Just go ahead and indulge yourself." For the love of God, go ahead. Now. Right now. Do whatever you want. Please.

He thinks he's calling my bluff. Kensi smiled beatifically. "Thank you." Thank you, God. I'm sorry it's been so long since you heard from me. And for taking Your Name in vain too often. Because now I can see just how much You love me. She dipped her head and lapped delicately at the thin stream of melted ice cream that trickled down his chest, stopping just level with his nipples. "My, you are hot, Marty. Maybe you want me to give you a sponge bath?" Such is the stuff fantasies are made of. My fantasies anyway.

"This is working for me," he forced out from between clenched teeth. "Just keep going." Don't stop now.

The pale vanilla ice cream contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin, which was almost the colour of butterscotch sauce, Kensi thought. And thank heavens he was smooth chested. The idea of kissing a furry chest always reminded her of Mittens, the cat she'd owned as a child and who was terribly prone to coughing up fur balls. "Oh well, seeing you ask so nicely." This time she licked all the way down to his belly button, using a combination of long and short strokes, lapping and sucking and dotting tiny kisses for good measure. "Enough?" she asked enquiringly, and moved one hand to rest gently on his thigh. By pure coincidence, this movement just happened to push back the bedding at the same time. From what she could see, this was definitely not enough for Marty. Not by a long way.

"No. Never enough." Marty found that his head was spinning and it was hard to concentrate. Where the hell had Kensi learned these moves from? The other night, she'd been almost innocent, but now – now she was the hottest mover he'd ever encountered. "I can't get enough of you, Kensi." He looked at her and his eyes were wild.

Another self-satisfied smile crept across Kensi's face. "Oh good." And she was practically purring as she spoke. "I was hoping you'd say that. Because I feel the same way" She raised her head and kissed him and all Marty could think of was that she was cold and warm at the same time and that she tasted so sweet that his whole body ached for her. Who needed love when they had this?

"There's still a bit left," he managed to say after they finally stopped kissing, gesturing feebly towards his stomach. Every bone in his body seemed to have melted – except for one.

"I like to save the best for last." Kensi delicately dipped the tip of her little finger into the pool than had accumulated in his belly button and then lapped the remainder like a kitten. "All gone," she announced brightly

Marty could feel her breath, hot and hesitant as she laid her head on his stomach and let the fingers of one hand play idly with the waistband of his shorts, while the other hand gently stroked his inner thigh. It was only by exercising the greatest possible self- control that he wasn't leaping on her like some caveman. He'd never met a woman who could turn him on quite so much, and yet who left him wondering what the hell was actually going on. "Kensi? Do you want to tell me again how much you don't love me?"

"Is that what you really want me to do?" Because I had something much more exciting and mutually enjoyable in mind.

"Not exactly." Not at all. And you know it. You know exactly what I want you to do. "The thing is… "

"What?" Don't tell me you don't want me to do it? Guys love it when a girl goes down on them – don't they? Kensi softened the sharp tone of her voice by blowing gently on his stomach, and then nuzzling her face in that tantalising line of golden hair that led southwards, like an arrow pointing to nirvana.

"Nothing. Don't stop." Everything else disappeared and Marty laid his head back on the pillows. Kensi's heart seemed to do an extra couple of beats when she looked at the way his pupils were dilated, his face was flushed and his hair mussed up to absolute perfection.

"Why on earth would I stop?" she asked reasonably. "Especially when I've only just begun." This is like having all my Christmas's come at once. There's just you, me and this enormous bed and I've got so many ideas. And all you have to do is lie back and let m have my way with you. Kensi moved back up the bed and kissed him again. "And, just for the record, I really don't love you at all."

"I don't love you either. Never have. Not for a single instant. You're so not my type." Marty ran his hands through her hair and then pulled her down towards him. "Aren't you getting terribly hot?" He toyed with the buttons on her shirt.

"Now you come to mention it, I am rather warm." Kensi reached behind her head and coiled her hair up artfully and Marty watched, as transfixed as any of Pavlov's dogs as her breasts rose with the action.

"Do you know what would help? A nice shower." Of course, you'd have to take your clothes off. All of your clothes. And then we could really get down to business.

"I seem to remember you've got a nice shower, Marty." She peeled off the shirt, revealing a black bra with lime green daisies dancing across the material and his eyes popped out appreciatively. "Want to show me how it works?"

Don't eat the daisies… I wonder if she's wearing matching panties?