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Chapter 15 -

The intense love in their eyes could only be matched by the heat that resided there soon after. It had been two weeks, and they'd never ached for something as desperately as they did for the feeling of their hands and mouths on each other. In fact, were it not for the chilly air up there on the Jitters' rooftop, they probably would've gone at it, using only their clothing for cushioning against the cement roof and as cover when they were finished.

But since it was chilly, they raced down the stairs as fast as they could, and to Iris' surprise, a limo was waiting for them. Barry was grinning like a child in a candy shop when she turned to look at him, and she couldn't help but giggle. She shook her head and smiled as he pulled her to the vehicle.

"Mr. Allen," the driver greeted, tipping his hat.

"Thank you, Tom," Barry said, popping his head in for a moment before assisting Iris into the backseat of the limo. "This is Iris West."

"Ms. West." Tom tipped his hat again. "How'd you end up with this ol' rascal?"

Barry blushed and cleared his throat.

"We'd uh… like some privacy, if you don't mind, sir."

"Right away, Mr. Allen."

The partition went up and Barry shut the limo door behind him.

"Sorry about that," Barry said, still blushing. "He's a real jokester, that one." He couldn't look at her.

"Barry," she deadpanned, and he made himself look.

"You got us a limo!"

He chuckled and ran his hand over the back of his head.

"Yeah, I guess I did."

"And you have your own personal driver?"

"Only for special occasions," he was quick to say.

"Oh." Her look turned sensual again. "This is a special occasion, huh?"

He smirked, his blush disappearing as he reached across the way and spread his hand across her tight-covered thigh with a gentle squeeze.

"Very special," he assured, his voice gone gravelly and low.

She swung her calves over onto his lap and pulled him toward her with her fingers clenched in the collar of his shirt.

"And how long do I get you for?" she asked, an inch or so before their lips touched.

He pressed his forehead against hers and murmured softly.

"Let's not ruin the moment by talking timeframes. We have tonight. That's all that matters."

Her fingers clenched into the fabric tighter.

"Tell me," she insisted. "Tell me we have more than tonight."

He sighed and cupped her face with one hand.

"I have twenty-four hours with you," he said. "Then I have to go."

Her eyes widened. "Back overseas?"

"No," he allowed. "But I have work to do, Iris, and I can't afford to let myself get distracted like I did last time."

Guilt settled in her chest.

"Did you almost lose your job because of me?"

"Because I couldn't keep my hands off of you, you mean?" He nuzzled her nose.

"Barry."

"It was my choice, Iris. I wanted you the second I saw you. Nothing was going to keep me away."

Her heart did a flip, and she bit her bottom lip.

"But you almost did?"

He sighed. "I didn't," he promised her. "They need me too badly to let me go over a distracted mission."

The word slipped out so easily, both their eyes widened at the same time.

"Ohh, mission? Are you a spy?" she teased.

He rolled his eyes. "Iris."

"Well, you just called it a mission!"

He resorted to tickling her.

"Stop! No, Barry! Barry, stop!"

She couldn't stop laughing, and her legs were swinging wildly. Finally, he ceased, and the moment stilled. Iris could hardly breathe. The green of his eyes was so deep she could drown in it.

"Barry, I-"

The car came to a stop.

She frowned, and Barry turned toward the front seat. He knocked on the partition, which lowered about an inch or so.

"Just a stoplight, sir."

"Thanks, Tom."

The partition went back up and Barry settled himself back beside Iris.

"How many girls have you had back here, Barry?" she teased, but it was obvious an insecure part of her needed to know.

He held in another sigh, because how could he explain how different his life had been before she walked into it?

He cupped her cheek and looked adoringly into her riveting brown eyes.

"None that mattered."

She reached up and pulled him down to her, nothing holding her back from the fierce passion building between them. Barry's arm wrapped around her back, and he brought her onto his lap. Iris pulled up her skirt some and straddled him, forcing his hands to go from the small of her back to her ass. She bit at his bottom lip and started to unbutton his shirt, pulling it free of his pants.

"Oh, my God, Iris."

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and all he could do was grip her curves tighter as she started to grind against him, hardening his cock effortlessly and driving him absolutely out of his mind.

His breathing quickened, and his head tipped back. Iris took quick advantage by deepening the movements of her rolling hips and latching her lips onto the long column of his neck.

"I've wanted this…for so long…" She gasped when his fingers dipped into the crevice between her ass cheeks.

"I was only gone two weeks," he protested but did nothing to stop her.

"That's 14 days," she murmured between kisses dangerously approaching hickey territory. "Fourteen days is a very long time."

He growled and pinned her to the seat.

"You'll be the death of me, woman."

She smiled and let his mouth consume her. He lifted her calf over his hip and squeezed her thigh. He kissed her deep and hard, tongue tangling with hers, moans increasing in volume when she arched up against him, pushing his shirt over his shoulders. Her nails dragged lightly down his solid chest, dipping into each ab when she came to it, then wrapping around and cupping his ass to pull him still closer, so she could feel him – really feel him.

"Jesus Christ."

The car stopped again. This time it turned off.

Breathing heavily, Barry reluctantly lifted his head and turned toward the partition.

"We're here, sir," Tom said, and Barry nodded his head, though the couple inches of partition lowered made it impossible to see from the front seat.

"Thank you, Tom. We'll be ready in a minute."

The partition closed, and Barry started to sit up.

"Where are you going?" Iris asked, clearly disappointed at the prospect of not being able to have sex in a limo.

He chuckled. "We are going somewhere more comfortable. Deal?"

It took a minute, but finally she began to smile.

"Deal."

As if the hot and heavy make out session in the elevator hadn't been rough enough, they nearly ripped the door to their hotel room off its hinges when they burst through five minutes later, every limb wrapped around each other and lips attached as if they were made to be there. By the time they reached the bed, all their clothes were gone, and they were scooting up to the pillows, blankets discarded, and breathing heavily as if they just couldn't catch their breath.

Finally, Barry took a moment, just one moment, to slow things down between them. He hovered over her, propped up by his hands on the bed, and lowered his head for one sweet, soft kiss. Then he lifted up ever so slightly, looked into her pretty eyes, completely enraptured, and spoke the words she would never get enough of.

"I love you."

Her heart melted, and her hand reached up to caress his face.

"I love you, too."

He smiled for a moment and then groaned, descending instantly to capture her lips again and push her legs apart. He was inside her in seconds, fucking her hard and fast like it had been forever since they'd been together like this.

In a way, it was. It felt like forever. Two weeks felt like forever. How the hell was he going to go on existing without her if two weeks felt like more than a lifetime?

"You feel so good," he grunted, thrusting faster. "So fucking good, Iris."

"You too," she said, digging her nails into his back and wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. "God, you feel amazing."

Barry's head fell into the mattress, as he angled her body upward. He was sweating excessively, making it hard for Iris to hold on. She pressed her head back into the pillow and held him tighter, gasping for air as she arched up against him. Every inch of each other pressed against the other, hearts beating wildly, hair in disarray. Neither had ever felt so alive.

Iris moaned loudly, nearly on the brink, and took Barry off guard by flipping them over. His shock faded quickly though as he raised himself up and ravished her breasts with his mouth, flicking one nipple and then the other with his tongue, kneading them greedily with his hands, then wrapping his arms around her as he tilted his head up to kiss her, surrounded by her beautifully frizzy drapes of dark locks.

Then she started to move.

Slow at first, urged on by Barry's loose embrace, and then faster when his hands caught hold of her hips, and he pulled her to him again and again. Her head ducked into his neck as their lower parts sped up. She kissed his skin and murmured his name, and never, ever wanted this to end.

Barry fell back onto the mattress and Iris leaned back, propping her hands on his thighs, her breasts high in the air and her head fallen backwards with her mouth opened in ecstasy, moaning for more and how good it was and how she could never get enough.

Barry was enraptured by the sight of her. How beautiful, how erotic, how perfect for him she was. He even let her slow the pace down to really grind against him, really feel his cock throbbing inside her core, and how hard it was, how wet she was wrapped around it. God, it was intoxicating.

"More, more," she whined, and he pulled her down on top of him, propping his knees up so he could fucker at that higher angle again. "Barryyy," she groaned. It was too much, but not enough.

"Here," he ordered roughly, trying to keep his head from spinning out of control. "Up here."

He lifted her off his cock and pushed her up his body, holding her ass steady just above his face. Once she realized what he was about to do, her eyes widened.

"Barry," she cautioned.

"Don't be nervous," he whispered hotly against her soaking folds, and she could hardly be nervous after that. His voice practically vibrated throughout her entire being.

She clutched her hands at the top of the bed frame as best she could with it being wood and her hands so sweaty. She pressed her head to the wall and wriggled beneath him as he explored her core, swallowing her juices and swirling his tongue around her clit until she was driven insane.

Finally, she cried out, screamed, couldn't stand it any longer, and released the best orgasm against his lips she could remember having in a long time.

He licked his lips, allowed her to fall back, her limbs like jelly and completely at his mercy.

Her head now at the far end of the bed, he moved closer, and kneeling started to jerk himself off, thoroughly turned on by the sight of her lazily rubbing her clit as she watched him.

"Don't you want to come inside me?" she asked, and it was obviously intended to be innocent, but it was so raspy and worn that it came across seductive, and he came at the mere thought of what she suggested.

Then he fell down beside her and draped his arm over her torso, cupping one breast as he laid his head on the other.

"Next time," he promised. "You have my word."

Exhausted beyond recognition, Iris lazily played with his hair for a while and then fell asleep.

It was pitch black out by the time the two were roused from their sleep. Or rather, until Iris was brought back to consciousness. Barry had been awake for about half an hour before she opened her eyes, just watching her sleep, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath, content and smug that her limbs were wrapped around his.

He had no intention of moving unless she wanted to or unless she needed something, but now she was awake, and he was prepared to do whatever she asked of him.

"What?" she asked sleepily, with a smile that could've melted a thousand suns.

He shook his head, a bright smile on his face.

"Nothing," he said.

"No, tell me," she urged, pushing at him a little.

He chuckled a little and then sobered up.

"You're just really beautiful, Iris." He leaned down and nuzzled her nose. "I'm so lucky to have you."

She moaned appreciatively, then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a wake-up kiss.

"I'm lucky to have you too."

He smirked.

"Did you ever think you'd be the one to say that? Looking back?"

She laughed. "No. Never."

He frowned.

"But I'm glad I am now. I know it's only been two weeks, but it feels like…we were meant to be together somehow. You know?" She bit her lip when he was silent for a while. "Or…not. Maybe we're not. I don't want to scare you off or anything." She laughed nervously.

"You're not scaring me off," he said, then lay down beside her again. "I've just never had anyone say that they needed me before, that we were meant to be together." He sighed contently. "I feel the same way."

She smiled as he lay his head back down, and she started to twist her fingers through his hair again. She pulled his arm over her stomach, and it settled on her side. He kissed the skin of her breast tenderly, feeling the warmth of it soothe and exhilarate him.

For hours it seemed they lay together doing nothing but softly caressing the other, laying intertwined, not wanting to move or do anything but simply be.

They didn't say any more words, but there was no reason to. In this room with the door locked and the window drapes closed, they were alone with each other and away from every person that tried to part them, either intentionally or not.

This was the place Barry had longed to reach with her since the moment he laid eyes on her. He didn't know he had craved such intimacy until now, but in retrospect he could see that he had. There was something about her he wanted to keep forever. He didn't want a one-night stand. He didn't want a fling. He didn't want her as part of a case. He just wanted her. And he wanted her to want him.

And he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt, as impossible as it seemed when looking at his life and all the walls he'd built up before she walked into it, that she was the one.