****Warning. I have this rated Cade's Return for all readers, so I deliberately toned down the "deed". This chapter is racy, but not explicit. Just wanted to warn you! Hope you enjoy. J
Kurt pulled back from Jane reluctantly. She watched, trembling, as he moved over to the closed bedroom doorway and tuned the lock. Their eyes met and the distance that separated them seem to charge with electricity. This look that they shared wasn't new, but it was the first time nothing stood between them. Not figuratively and not literally.
The space between them disappeared, but the charge in the air only seemed to grow. When he was close enough to touch, he stopped. Her eyes ran lovingly over his features. She knew so much about him, she loved so much about him. Lifting a trembling hand she reached up on ran it down his face. It was so reminiscent of their first meeting that she smiled. This time, however, instead of turning away from her, he turned his face into her touch.
Encouraged she brought her other hand up until she was cupping his face. Pulling gently she reached up and their mouths met. Gently she nipped, playfully she bit. His arms came around her tightly and she found herself being lifted up against him. His arms supported her body while his other hand came up to anchor in her hair. He took control of the kiss. Angling her head he went in deep. His tongue liked the seam of her mouth hungrily and she easily allowed him entrance.
She expected passion and she got it, what she didn't expect was the tenderness in which he used it. It was overwhelming, but not ravishing, consuming not only her body, but her very soul.
Kurt looked down at the woman who'd obsessed his mind and owned his heart for longer than he could remember. She vexed him, challenged him and worried him in varying degrees, but he couldn't deny she made him feel more than he'd ever thought possible. She was necessary to him in every way. The need he felt for her now was so much more than just physical.
Moving over to the bed, he lowered her down onto it and followed her down. This was better. Pressing her into the mattress he was able to use both hands to pull her mouth up to his own. His thoughts scattered, his breath suspended, as one kiss turned into a feast that made his heart pound and his blood surge. He couldn't get enough. His need was veracious, the restraint he'd exercised for so long gone. When her arms came up to pull him more fully against her, he pulled away to look down into her face. Her eyes shining with desire and her mouth swollen from his kisses, he thought she'd never looked more beautiful. He smiled down at her tenderly before his lips followed a path down her neck.
Jane wasn't someone who gave up control for anyone, but in this she was more than happy to follow his lead. Running her hand down his back, she felt the muscles rippling. When she reached the edge of his shirt, she ran it back up underneath. The feel of his bare skin against her hand was intoxicating. She shivered when he nipped at the side of her neck.
"Kurt," She moaned.
He shuddered at the passionate sound of his name on her lips.
He pulled her shirt up and off. The soft heat of her skin beckoned him to explore. His l lips followed the path from her neck to her shoulder. Running his face over her torso he breathed in the scent that he'd long dreamed of at night. She didn't wear perfume. She was a combination of body soap, deodorant and some unique sent that was Jane's alone. He would know her in the dark, his body recognizing her before his brain could even process the stimuli.
He'd seen her body before, in the one dimensional pictures filed in the tattoo database, but it didn't adequately display the passion and vibrancy that was uniquely Jane. She moved and rippled with passion. As his teeth scored a path over her collar bone she arched and purred. He was addicted he realized, feeling her hand supporting the back of his neck, her other hand running under his shirt and over his now scorching skin. She created a fire within him he didn't think would ever be extinguished. It grew with every touch, every moan she uttered. He hoped they had a lifetime, because he didn't think even that would be nearly enough…
"Off," She whispered pulling at his shirt.
He didn't waste time with the buttons, pulling sharply he removed it with no thought to the renting sound of fabric tearing. When he lowered himself down, his chest settling over the softness of her he knew sleep was going to have to wait.
She felt the weight of him against her and closed her eyes to savor the moment she had thought would never come. They fit in some elemental way that defied description. As his lips moved, her hands stoked. When she arched he groaned. When he rubbed his beard over her sensitive stomach she whimpered. The sound seemed to make his freeze. Looking up her body he attacked her belt with renewed purpose. Kurt Weller with purpose was a sight to behold. It wasn't long until nothing separated them. Expecting and needing gratification, Jane could only wither as Kurt explored her endlessly. When he rubbed his face against her back over where his name was forever tattooed on her skin Jane reached her breaking point.
Turning abruptly she pushed him down and began exploring on her own. The hair on his chest stroked against her enflaming her need. Her hands traveled down his body cradling him with firm determination. It was his turn to groan, his turn to whither at her determination. When she bit his hip, his restraint shattered.
Jane found herself on her back, Kurt looking down at her with a focused and penetrating expression.
She looked back up at him with all her emotion clear to read.
"I love you," He told her seriously.
"I love you," She smiled up at him tremulously.
It was then that their bodies joined, uniting with their hearts and souls steadfast bond.
Jane arched needing more, needing all of him. He pressed deeply wanting all of her. His ferocious need fanned her desperate desire as their mouths clung to each other. They were lost, the world around them forgotten. The night passed as they turned to each other over and over. Each time they'd watched the other risk themselves, each time they'd gone into a situation they shouldn't have walked away from finally allowed a release. Sleep, when it finally came, was the best they'd had in memory. She caged in by his protective arms, his hand wrapped in her hair. Her leg was resting between his, no part of them alone.