Warning: Rated M for strong language and sexual content. Please be advise before reading.

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Chapter 14 – Fireworks

Mark

That had done it. The thought of her walking out that door and me losing the opportunity to be with her had been my undoing. Just the thought alone that some other man could have what I wanted…all because I thought my friend had the right to tell me what I should and shouldn't do…fuck that.

I turned her again, once again trapping her against the counter with my body. My eyes searched hers as my hands came to interlock in hers, holding her firmly against the solid block behind me.

I wondered if she knew how incredibly sexy, she was. The way her hands held onto mine for dear life. The way she would make these breathy moans when my hands would touch her and trace up her body as I kissed her. The way her lithe body fit so perfectly into my strong one. She was going to change everything I knew about myself and what I ever wanted, and I suddenly no longer cared about what that fall would be like as I took that blind leap. Because Lexie Grey would be worth it all. Every time. She really was my salvation. Making me see and want what I thought was lost to me. What I felt I didn't deserve.

She offered her body up to me willingly, tilting her head back so she could look up at me, no doubt seeing the darkening of my gaze as she got lost in my eyes. The way she was looking at me as if I was the most attractive person, she had laid eyes on in her twenty-four years of life, and that was saying something since the medical field attracted a ton of pretty people.

I wanted to slow us down. There was a fire raging inside of me that wanted her fiercely, but I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted this moment to last between us so it would be burned into her memory forever. Our pasts forgotten and only us when it came to the future.

She looked disappointed; and I tried hard not to grin as I leaned down, placing a quick kiss on her jawline, wrapping my one arm around her upper back, my other arm scooping around her legs.

"Oh!"

Her throaty little gasp threatened to undo all of my control as I hugged her to my chest. Her arms came around my neck, pulling herself closer to me, the smell of her honey and strawberry shampoo completely filling my senses now. I walked out of my kitchen, moving past my living room, and headed towards my bedroom. I maneuvered her easily, since she weighed practically nothing as I reached out to flip the light before I walked over to my bed and slowly eased her back down until she was standing before me.

Her hands were on my shoulders as I eased her down, using me as her balancing beam until she was able to stand upright.

"Keep hanging onto my shoulders," I said roughly.

The tension that had been building these last weeks had finally reached to the point that there was no return. Her eyes stayed with me as I bent down crouching on my claves, my hands touching her thighs where her dress ended and her exposed skin was on display. She shivered the moment, my hands touched her skin, her head rolling to the side and then forward so she could watch my every move.

I may be past the point of no return, but I wasn't past the point of wanting to drive her crazy, because that was what she had done to me these last weeks. My hands started at her upper thigh, slowly caressing until they slid lower and lower, my thumbs applying pressure here and there at pressure points that I knew would release tension she must've had from wearing the heels she had been wearing all night.

When I reached her ankle, my hand wrapped around, applying just the right amount of pressure to let her know what I had wanted. She instantly started to raise her leg, until my hand reached to the back of her heel, as if I was her very own prince charming and eased her black stiletto heel from her foot. The extra few seconds of rubbing at the ball and arch of her foot gifted me with another approving moan. I shifted my stance so I could repeat the exact same process with her other leg.

I pushed myself back to a standing position, loving the feel of her body sliding up mine as I worked my way back up. Her beauty and softness of her skin was like coming home.

Home.

Your home has never been a place, my boy. It's a someone.

Lexie Grey was my home. That notion felt like it was going to rip me in two.

"I'm going to worship you like you should be worship," I said thickly.

Her body did an involuntary shutter at my words, and I was no longer unable to not touch her. My left hand came up along her cheek, while my other hand slid under her back. I stroked her cheek until her head dipped backwards, opening her throat and neck directly to me. My hand moved to her hair, as I tugged her slightly forward so my lips came down for a quick chaste kiss on her lips, moving to her jaw, and trailing kisses down her neck all the way to her collarbone. That sweet enticing collarbone that constantly teased me being one of the only visible pieces of her skin in her hospital scrubs.

She attempted to twist her body into me, wanting to be close to me as possible, but my hand on her back held her in place. It wasn't that I didn't want her close to me, it was that I wasn't sure I had the self-control if she were to continue to press that sexy body of hers against mine, grinding herself until she would get the release she was needing.

As I lavished her neck and jaw with kisses, her throat slowly swallowed, her breathing turning in to quick fast pants.

"Mark…" she moaned.

I worked my way back to her mouth, the first kiss a gentle press, before I gradually pressed harder and harder until Lexie got the message loud and clear to open to me. Her lips parted; welcoming my tongue with another groan. My hand around her back pulled her closer to me, causing a low rumble from the back of my own throat to come through our kiss.

She was already melting into me, lost in her inhibitions and the feel of what I was doing to her. I was practically controlling her body as if she was my puppet and I was her master. Her body leaned forward, until she pressed herself to my chest, whimpering at the need of contact between the both of us. This was the most turned on I had ever been and we both still had our clothes on. I was about to change that.

I broke our kisses abruptly, her eyes fluttering open as she immediately protested the lost connection. As she stared back at me, I waited until she understood what I was conveying with my eyes. If she didn't want this, if she wasn't absolutely sure, she had to tell me now, because once I peeled every last article of clothing from her body, I wasn't going to be able to stop.

"Tell me now, Lexie. Tell me now, if you want me to stop," I demanded.

She was panting heavily. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

That was all I needed. My hand that was on her lower back rose until I reached the zipper on her black dress. I paused there for a moment, giving her one last opportunity to stop me if this wasn't what she wanted, but she only twisted her body more trying to push herself against my chest.

My pointer finger and thumb painstakingly started to pull down the zipper, the sound of the teeth from the two pieces of the fabric started to give away. The combination of her pant and zipper was enough to make me want to abandon my own idea to take it slow. Lexie deserved only the best. There would be time later for fast and need, because being with Lexie only once would be unfathomable.

When I reached the end of her dress, where the zipper no longer would give, both my hands came to her lower back, feeling the heat of her skin as my palms laid flat sliding up her body until my fingers hit the edge of her bra. Lace. She fucking wore a lacey bra. My fingers moved past the material—for now—working their way up towards her shoulder until I reached both of the straps and slid them from her shoulder.

She twisted her shoulders more than eager to want to lose her dress. It fell down her chest first, making me step back so her breasts were no longer squashed against my chest, and I could get a good look at them. I had thought she had rendered me speechless before with just her kisses, the sight of her firm breasts in her black lacey bra, suddenly made me straining against my pants.

She was a goddess.

I wanted to stop right in that moment and give all my attention to her breasts, but I wanted the dress gone. I loved this dress, but it had severed its purpose for the night. She was lost under my touch, every kiss, every move I made easily driving her further and further into madness.

My hands slid down the front, of her chest, pausing only for a moment, giving her just a taste as I cupped her breasts in my palms and gave them a gentle squeeze. Her body bucked forward, as her head tipped back, another throaty moan escaping her lips. My hands trailed down until I reached the fabric of her dress, pushing it lower and lower until I maneuvered it past her hips to where it fell down her legs, leaving her only in her black lacey bra and matching black panties.

"You are so beautiful," I said softly.

Her head dipped forward; her lashes fluttering coquettishly at me. My hands ran up and down over her hips. She had some of the most sensual womanly curves I had ever had the experience of touching—and I had lots of opportunities. None of the woman before Lexie Grey could even match up anymore at this point. They weren't even in the same category let alone universe as she was in.

Now that she was practically almost fully exposed to me, she was wiggling to attempt to get closer to me, her hands reaching forward to grab hold of my shirt and pull me towards her. Her lips crashed on mine, and I gave into her need, because I would give her anything.

"Too many clothes," she panted when she broke the kiss.

I leaned into her ear, my voice low and thick. "What are you going to do about that?"

My lips were so close, I could hear the hitch in her breath, the salvia swallowing down her throat. I think she attempted to open her mouth and reply, but the only thing that had come out was a noise that sounded like a Mmph.

Almost as if she remembered that she had an opportunity to even the score, she brought her hands up to my chest. I could already feel the heat of her hands scorching me through the crispness of my white shirt. Her hands started at my taut muscles of my stomach, her fingers tracing the edges of my muscles as she worked her way upwards.

The look I was giving her was a combination of heat and warning. Like what an adult would tell you when you were a kid. Be careful playing with fire, because you just might get burned. Her eyes flickered to me as she reached the pecks of my chest, a groan catching in my throat, my eyes heavy lidded. What has this woman done to me?

She made quick work of moving toward my shoulders so she could ease my jacket off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor where a growing pile of discarded clothes already laid. I nodded; as her fingers reached the first of my buttons that had already not been undone, working to free each button. Each time her fingers grazed my skin, I swear I was ready to combust.

When she undid the last button, she gripped both sides of my shirt, her eyes roaming over my naked chest and abs looking at me as if she somehow just won the most ultimate prize. Now it was I who was panting.

"Lexie, if you don't stop looking at me like that…" I warned letting the words trail off.

Her hands roamed upwards again until just like my jacket, she reached my shoulders and pushed my shirt off and let it thump to the floor. Taking in the inventory, she was only left in her bra and panties and I still had my pants and boxers. It was time to focus my attention back onto her.

I pulled her against me suddenly, a little gasp coming from her lips as I worked my way once again down her collarbone, reaching the lowest part of her neck, until I started to trail kisses down her chest getting to the area that was crying out for most of my attention.

Her eyes looked up; hooded and burning with desire. I saw her eyes drift down to my shoulders and chest, dwarfing her in side as she compared my body next to her much smaller frame. Her eyes drifted down until she saw exactly where my gaze had settled on…her breasts.

Almost instinctively she arched her back so that her chest was thrusted closer into my view. I could no longer control my restraint. Lexie had the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, and I needed my hands on them. I scooped her flesh in my hands, even through the lace of her bra, causing her to groan. Her breasts weren't too big, and they weren't small. They were the perfect size, and fit in the palms of my hand.

I squeezed her at first before my fingers started to tease that creamy flesh of hers, my thumbs ever so lightly grazing over her nipples. I could instantly feel them harden under my touch through the material. Her hiss of satisfaction made a low primal growl of approval leave my own lips. I felt that shudder coarse through her again.

I wasn't known as the sex god for nothing. I had mastered my ability to give a woman pleasure with just the right amount of precision and movements. I kneaded her breasts with the combination of softness and roughness like a chemist would work on a formula for their next cure or vaccine.

Her head was thrashing from side to side, as she attempted to move her body closer. Her legs opening and squeezing shut needing more friction in the region where the heat was pooling and pooling.

"Mark…"

I kissed her; open-mouth, my own kisses getting hungry with my need for her. I wanted to take this slow, but I was starting to get to the point where I didn't know how much longer I would be able to hold out. I broke the kiss, dipping my head, until the lace of her bra was in my mouth as I teased her.

I lifted my head, looking at her only for a quick moment, sure she could read the heat in my eyes. "I need to see you," I told her.

She just made a sigh of approval, and then my hands were around her back, unclasping her bra, her round mounds fully on display for me. Between my touch and my mouth, her nipples were already hardened peaks. She whimpered just at the fact that I was standing there staring at her and the most perfect breasts I had ever seen in the world.

"Please…" she panted, her body twisting.

My hands were back on her bare flesh, squeezing and using my thumb to rub at them, driving her to the point of madness as she gasped and bucked at my touch. My hands went lower until I reached the fabric of her underwear, my thumbs hooking under the material and shoving them down her body, until I watched the lace fall from her calves to the floor. She stepped out of them and then was completely naked and under my view.

Now it was my turn to swallow. Admire. Worship.

It hit her then that she was naked, but I was still semi-clothed. She instantly wanted to rectify the predicament, and I let her. She was quick to undo my belt, pulling it forcefully—the whip sound of the belt flying through the holes before she pulled it free. Her shaky hands were back at my pants, unbuttoning, and yanking down the zipper before she shucked them down my muscular thighs.

She paused for a moment, taking in my bare chest, and now my thighs having left me in only my boxers. Her eyes went wide, when she was able to see just how turned on, I was for her and how much I couldn't wait until the moment came that I could be inside her.

Before she reached back for my boxers, we spent more time exploring each other. Her hands roaming up and down my body tracing my muscles and placing soft kisses, as my hands teased and palmed her breasts. She lost control again, when I took her nipple in my mouth only further making the bud harder than it had been before. She was on the edge, ready to explode from the friction that was building inside of her.

At last, she remembered I was still wearing my boxers, her fingers coming to the elastic band before reaching underneath to then push them down my body. She gulped once I was free and she had a chance to fully see the size of me. By her expression and look, I didn't think any of her other sexual partners had been as big in size or girth. She looked momentarily concerned whether I would be able to even fit, before that intense fire was burning back in her eyes. Her look told me she trusted me. She understood that I would never hurt her. It made my chest swell.

My hand came down to her hip and then her thigh, as I lifted her leg around my waist, and then repeated on the other side until my hands reached down under her ass, and lifted her up around my waist so I could lay her back on my bed.

She wiggled underneath me. I could sense that she had reached the point of no return for herself and needed more. Wanted more friction now that there were no clothes between us. My chest and shoulders were imposing as I positioned myself on top of her, careful to keep my full weight from crushing her completely.

"Mark, please…" she begged.

"I told you, nice and slow," I whispered into her ear.

She groaned, her head resting to the side. "I…I can't. Not this time…please," she pleaded.

What I wanted no longer seemed to matter. I would give this woman anything she ever asked for. My hand slowly started to travel down her neck, to her chest, stopping to once again palm her breast, and tease her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. She twisted again, rising her body from the bed to try and push herself more into my hand. I grinned, as I let go of her nipple and pushed her back against the mattress, my other arm holding onto her shoulder to keep her there.

My free hand left her breast and traveled down low to her stomach, lower until I reached her groin. I heard the sharp intake, her eyes opening wide. My glance was instantly back on her face to make sure this wasn't too much, but then I saw the excitement, want, need for me to keep going. For me to want to touch her in that very place.

I leaned down until my mouth was back on her, Lexie panting into me. Her lower body was twisting, trying to press herself against me to get that friction. "Maybe you no longer want me to rush this as much as you thought you did," came my throaty response, as I trailed her cheek and jawline with kisses.

I was rewarded with another groan and twist of her hips. When I pulled back, there was even a little narrowing of her eyes that promised retribution and payback for what I was doing to her. I was currently playing her body like an instrument as if I was some kind of maestro. I knew just how to hit all the right chords and lovely notes to make her close her eyes and just give in to the melody.

My mouth found hers again the same time my fingers slipped down to her groan. She was soaked for me. She grabbed at the sheets of the bed, and when that wasn't enough, she grabbed at my shoulders to first push as if it was too much before then pulling me forward as if it was too goo and not enough.

I drove her to the brink of madness as I would leave her groin and stroke her inner thighs all around the area that I knew she desperately needed my touch before my hand was back for only a few seconds always bringing her to the edge but never letting her fall over.

"Mark!"

Her strangled groan told me that I had her beyond the point of frustration, and taking me past the point where if I could hold on any longer. As if she could sense this, her legs spread open for me as if she was telling me—giving me that permission—to ravish her completely.

No one would ever say I wasn't up for the challenge.

I pulled back; looking into her eyes as my hand held onto her hips so she would stop trying to thrust her pelvis into my own groin. "Lex, I don't…I don't know if I can—"

"I don't want slow," she panted.

I growled; and then I had positioned my naked body so that I was lined up directly at her entrance. I reached for my nightstand, without even putting any space between us, grabbing for a condom and quickly sliding it down my shaft. I paused there as her heavy-lidded eyes looked down at where we were almost connected and then back up at my face. One final time for her to tell me that this wasn't what she wanted. I only found that she was beyond ready for this. Her body shudder, her mouth open but no breath had come out—the thought of us coming together had taken her breath away. It did mine.

Lexie's hands came down to my forearms, squeezing my biceps as if they were the actual bedrails on the bed. Ready to try and hold on for a ride that she knew was going to require going to new heights and a lot of screaming. That thought alone made me harder by the second.

She said she didn't want slow, but we hadn't talked about her previous partners—right now I was glad for that since my control was slipping—but I didn't know what she was used to. The kind of sex she had. At her entrance, I slowly glided into her, her head falling back onto the pillow, my own groan escaping from my lips at how tight she was and the feel of me spreading her open as I eased all the way in until both of our hips were fully pressed together.

We both closed our eyes simultaneously as I paused there, letting both of us adjust to the feeling of us coming together. If I had any doubt before about being with Lexie felt like coming home, this just confirmed every thought and every emotion I have had about her since I first met her.

After a few moments, she wiggled again and her legs spread open as if she was sending the silent message that she was offering herself up to me in every way possible. I slowly drew back out of her, and then back in keeping up the slower gentler pace for the first few times to make sure she adjusted to the pace and the feel of me.

I ground my teeth trying to hold back, but as each new thrust brought a new wave of ecstasy, I could no longer keep to the rhythm. As it was, my muscles in my thighs were clenching tight to hold back, using the power in my abs to keep up the steady pace.

Just like that, the rhythm changed, bringing her back to that edge as I slowed in but drew back quickly keeping up that same tempo until her nails dug into my back as she pulled me closer to her, wrapping her legs around my waist begging for all of my weight to be on top of her.

My tempo sped up from there, my strokes of going in and out, each time Lexie adjusting her hips so she could take more of me until there was nothing else left to take. She looked up at me with those hooded eyes, the pleasure written all over her face with each thrust and joining.

Her arms around my neck, silently urging me on since she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, trying to hold back her moans and screams. My body throbbed and pulsed with that need to take us both to that finish line. I could feel her tensing around me that she was so close. She was at the edge.

"Mark…" she moaned. "Yes…"

My lips dipped to her ear. "I've wanted to do this since the first day I laid eyes on you."

She gasped, and I pulled back, just as she released her bottom lip and smiled. "Me too," she whispered.

I growled, her fingers clawing at my shoulders as I quickened the pace to the point where all it took was one…two…three thrusts and she was screaming my name as she cried out, her body shuddering again and again under my touch. At the sound of her moan, a rumble from deep in my chest escaped, pushing myself deeper until I came too.

I moved to adjust to laying to her side, but her legs held on tighter to my waist, her harms holding onto my neck as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of my neck.

"Just stay," she sighed.

"I'll crush you," I protested.

"Stay," she repeated.

So, I did. I laid on top of her still doing my best to make sure she wasn't taking my full weight, as I pushed her hair away from her face and behind her ear. I trailed kisses from her cheek, jawline, and back to her ear.

"You are the most incredible woman I have ever been with," I said.

Another shudder went through her, and a smile spread across her lips. "Hmm…I think it's safe to say you're the best I ever had."

She giggled, as she again pressed herself to me as if she was afraid, I would disappear. There was no way I was planning on letting Lexie Grey go ever again.

Lexie

The. Best. Sex. I. Ever. Had.

I knew exactly why they called Mark Sloan a sex god.

Fireworks. Literal fireworks exploded behind my eyes. My arms had fallen limply to my sides. It felt like I had just been put through the ultimate physical endurance test and I had just reached the finish line.

I wasn't ready for Mark's weight and warmth to leave me just yet, even if it was just to adjust so he could be at my side. For a moment, I wondered if this was going to be one of those instances where we would get up, get dress, thank each other for a lovely evening and then I would be on my way. I didn't want that. I didn't want this to be a one-time thing.

You're my salvation.

If that were true, would he just only want me once and then move on to the next? Maybe sexually I was enough once, and the salvation part came just from us being friends. We had talked about us going on a date, but we didn't talk about whether this was going to turn into a relationship. Our lust and need that had been building over these last weeks had taken over until the point where our need to be together overrode everything else.

After a while, Mark adjusted his body so he was laying next to me, his arm snaking around my waist so he could pull me to his side. I was on my side, my breasts smashed against his arm, my groin fit perfectly against his hip. My arm draped over his stomach, my head resting on his shoulder.

His deep voice broke through the room. "Penny for your thoughts?"

His other hand was stroking my hair, my body relaxing ever further, even if my thoughts were running rampaged. I should have figured that Mark would sense that something was amiss and that he would want to know. I was full on gnawing on my lip at this point, because Mark Sloan didn't really do dating or relationships. He had made hints that it could possibly be something he might be interested in, but I wasn't sure if that really was the case.

I cleared my throat knowing that he wouldn't stop asking until I gave him the answers. Plus, he was also like the human lie detector. He would know if I was holding back or only giving him half-truths.

"What…um, what happens now?" I asked.

He adjusted a little more so that he could look down directly at me and that I could tip my head back and look up into those warm blue eyes of his. They were no longer blazing like before, but the heat was still there simmering behind his eyes.

He grinned. "You rest. I feed you. We go again," he answered, wiggling his eyebrows.

Even with a knot of tension in my stomach I was already feeling another wave of need start to coil low in my groin that I was ready for us to go again and now. I had to try my best and shove that feeling back down so we could talk about what this really was that was happening between us.

"Ok, but that's not what I meant," I said.

"I know," he said instantly. His hand that was around my waist was letting his fingers trail small circles and lines up and down my skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I'm not looking for just one night, Lex," he said.

My eyes held his gaze, searching to see if his words were just that…words. Or if he meant them. I was really hoping he was meaning them, because it was all I wanted at this point.

"Two?" I asked, attempting a joke, because that air between us was getting thicker and thicker again.

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Two. Three. As many nights as you will have me for," he said.

I smiled at that thought. So, he wanted more than just a night. That still didn't mean he might want more than just sex…a relationship. Because if this was going to just be about sex, I think I could handle it. Mark proved that he was everything and more when it came to pleasuring a woman, but I would need to make sure I guarded the one organ in the center of my chest. As it was, I was already sure that I had started to feel something, which meant the more we tussled in the sheets, the more I was certain those feelings would grow—at least on my end.

"Mark—"

He flipped me on my back, a gasp coming out of my mouth, as he laid on top of me, his full weight keeping me pinned to the bed beneath me. He had to push the hair from my face again, my chest already starting to heave up and down in a quickened pace.

His mouth came down on mine, the kiss hard as our lips crushed together. I wanted to quiet my mind, but the way he was kissing me, made it hard too. There was no way that the way he was kissing me was just because he was scratching some itch. I could feel it in my bones.

I whimpered when he pulled back, his breath so close to my lips. I lifted my head to try and capture them again, but he kept pulling back until I realized what he wanted. He wanted me to open my eyes and look at him directly.

When I looked up at him, there was more than just lust and want there. I could see it.

"Lex, with you…I want more than I ever cared to want before. This just isn't about sex."

"Okay…" I said, because right now the feel of him on top of me and the words he just uttered left me soaring with happiness.

He grinned again, his lips coming down until they were just barely touching mine. "Okay, we go again, you rest, and then I feed you," he said, that look in his eye that told me I was about to get very lucky for a second time.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!