Kaylee couldn't believe that Sark was actually kissing her and with such passion. She grasped the collar of his sweater and pulled him down on top of her. Her lips were on fire from the assault he was waging on them. She felt his fingers trail lightly up her stomach and begin to lift the tank top she had on off of her.

"Andrew," she whispered as his tongue parted her lips.

Hearing her voice seemed to snap Sark out of the desire-fueled state he was in. He quickly let her go and jumped off the coach. "What am I doing?" he asked no one in particular as he began to pace back and forth.

"Obviously what you want to be," Kaylee answered trying to pull him back to her.

"No, I can't do this."

Kaylee felt her temper start to rise. "I thought we went over this earlier. You told me that you didn't have feelings for my sister! That was the only reason I could see for you not wanting me."

"It's not that," Sark said, pausing in his pacing. "It's you."

"Oh thanks!" Kaylee screamed. Her temper was definitely flaring. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I didn't mean it like that. You're my employer's daughter. That means it's automatic hands off."

"Why? Did my mother say something to you?" Kaylee asked.

"No, she didn't have to say a word. She's so damn protective of you. There's no way she'd be happy with what was about to happen."

Kaylee tried a different approach. "Who says she has to know what goes on in this cottage?"

"Oh, don't try to get all seductive with me. It won't work."

"Really?" Kaylee asked. She decided another approach might be more effective in taking his mind off of her mother and his job. She slowly slid her sweat pants off her body. "How about this?"

She was happy to see desire flare up in Sark's eyes again. He started across the room toward her but stopped himself about halfway. "I can't be doing this," he mumbled. He looked at her pleadingly. "I just can't."

"I think you can. And I think you want to just as much as I want you to." Kaylee stood up and walked over to where Sark was standing. "Please," she whispered. "I want you."

With those words, Sark lost all the self-control he had managed to collect in the last few minutes. He lifted Kaylee up and started kissing her with twice as much fury as before. She wrapped her legs around his waist and whispered, between kisses, "My bedroom's the first door on the right."

Sark carried her upstairs, kissing and touching her the whole way, and set her on her bed. He walked back to close the bedroom door. Turning, he looked at her lying on the bed waiting for him to come to her. "I knew a Derevko woman would be my downfall," he whispered. He pulled his sweater off and began to walk toward her.

When he had reached the bed, Kaylee grasped his arms and pulled him down to her. She felt the cool skin on his back as his lips glided down her throat. He lightly bit the nape of her neck, which made her softly cry out. She pulled his mouth to hers again, hot and hard, all the way trying to steady her beating pulse.

Sark only paused kissing her to pull her tank top over her head. As soon as it was off, he want back to kissing her turning the mood from slightly playful to borderline possessive. He hadn't wanted a woman like he wanted Kaylee in years. His mouth slowly trailed all the way down to her belly button as he slowly slid off her underwear.

Deciding that she didn't want him to have the upper hand which he certainly would if she didn't do something quick, she flipped him onto his back and slowly trailed kisses down his chest until she reached the fly of his pants. Smiling wickedly, she unbuttoned them and slid his pants and boxers down in one fatal swoop. He groaned in release and pulled her back up to his level for a desperate kiss.

Kaylee realized that Sark really had been holding back from her. She would never have imagined that this cold-hearted spy could have so much passion inside. She broke the kiss they had been sharing and pulled his chin up so he was looking her in the eyes.

With a quick flick of his wrist and without breaking eye contact, he removed the last piece of clothing between them. The pace between them began to speed up to near frantic as both realized there was no turning back from the feelings they had stirred up. Kaylee felt a sudden need to feel him and didn't hesitate to tell him so.

"Not yet," he whispered and flipped her over onto her back. He bit her neck again just hard enough to get her to gasp for him again. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of that noise," he admitted to himself. Before she had time to recover from the pleasure/pain sensations he was creating in her, his mouth was on her breasts, slowly making her squirm with desire.

Determined to finish what he started with that first kiss, Sark continued to lightly nip at her breasts while letting his hand drift between her legs

"Oh God," Kaylee whispered as she clung to Sark. "Please..." Her voice trailed off.

"Soon," he promised.

Kaylee quickly realized that he was finding a lot of joy in teasing her in more ways than one. "No," she said suddenly determined. "Now." She gave him a little smirk.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, knowing that he couldn't stop himself even if she said no.

She responded by roughly pulling his lips down to hers. Without any more hesitation, he plunged into her completely. Kaylee dug her nails into his back as he began to slowly move. The pain mingled with his pleasure, and he couldn't help but groan. As the pace increased, she locked eyes with him. The desire and plain need he had felt for her was mirrored back at her one hundred fold. It was enough to send her over the edge, and he climaxed with her.

The two lay panting next to one another on the bed, neither knowing the right thing to say or whether anything needed to be said at all. Finally, Sark simply pulled Kaylee close for one final kiss before he let the exhaustion that had been building up for days finally take over.