Author's Note: Smut ahead – heehee – I couldn't help myself, guys, it just flowed out of my fingers. But who wouldn't want some steamy Sands time, hm? Enjoy! (More plot next chapter – though in a way there is plot here…)

"What?" Grace asked, her voice barely escaping her throat.

Sands pushed his body more firmly against hers. "You heard me." He kissed her with raw desire.

Grace pulled back. "I…I thought…"

"Just tell me you're not fucking with me, Gracie."

"I was pretty sure I was," she said, her body reacting to his rough handling of her.

"You know exactly what I mean," he hissed.

"Jeffrey," she panted, "trust me. The last thing I'd do is betray you. How could you think I'd…" She was cut off when Sands began to grind his hips against hers.

"You know I could kill you."

Grace couldn't believe how much Sands' demeanor was arousing her, she also knew that he was speaking the truth. He could kill her, but, if what he said was true, he never would. Either way, he had no reason to. Grace licked his lips, then said, "You can do more than kill me, Jeffrey…you can make me live."

One would think that after confessing to loving someone, the rest of the evening would consist of tenderness…slow passion – but this is Sands we're talking about here.

Sands noticed the change in the way Grace's body was moving – he liked what he felt. "Someone likes it rough," he said, his voice laced with danger.

Grace's body writhed against his. "Can you dig it?" she smiled.

A guttural moan escaped Sands' lips. "Gracie, I can do a lot more than dig it." Without hesitation, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Grace's silk unmentionables, sending them to the floor. He sank to his knees and, with no warning for Grace, began to lap relentlessly between her legs. Grace's hips bucked forward, but Sands then held them firmly against the wall to keep her from moving.

"Jeffrey," she moaned.

Sands broke away from her only long enough to say, "Scream it, Gracie."

"Jeffrey!" She could have cared less whether the entire resort heard her. "God…Jeffrey!"

Sands laughed darkly. "Damn right I am." Eyes or not, Sands knew that he had power. He stood and found he didn't need to worry about feeling his way to the bed – everything moved fluidly. He spun Grace around and pushed her onto the mattress. He tore at his own clothing, removing everything quickly. He couldn't control himself as he climbed on top of her. "What do you want, Gracie?" he whispered in her ear, his arousal settled between her legs.

Her voice could barely escape from her throat. "You…"

Sands thrust into her roughly, causing her to yelp in pleasure. He bit on the flesh between her neck and shoulder as her legs wrapped around his waist. "Mine," he growled into her ear. He said it over and over and Grace couldn't help but love it.

His pistoning became more intense and Sands gripped Grace's arms, pulling them above her head and holding them there. Grace took to this quite well, the sounds coming from her more animal-like – serving to fuel the ravaging that Sands was giving her.

"Listen to yourself, Gracie. Listen to what I can make you do." He kissed her roughly. "I'd give anything to be able to see your face right now – all pink…your lips swollen…" His hips gained more speed. He grunted as he said, "I'm not letting this end anytime soon…"

"Promise?" Grace said, struggling for breath, a sinful smile on her face.

Sands forced himself from her body, taking a nipple between his teeth on the way. He smiled internally when he heard her gasp, then whine when he let go. "On your knees," he ordered. Grace couldn't believe how much she was enjoying him giving her orders – she'd hated any time Michael tried, but this…this was different in more ways than she could count. Grace quickly obeyed and, as the rogue agent once again entered her, let out a scream that she knew the people in the next suite had to have heard. Sands fondled her from behind as he said, "All of this and a screamer…Jesus, Gracie…"

Grace honestly couldn't keep track of how many times she'd fallen over the edge, but after doing so with Sands behind her, she pleaded with him to let her take control. "Jeffrey…please…let me…ungh…have you…"

Sands smiled, his mind filthy. "What do you want, Gracie?"

She knew full well that he was looking for an answer that was far from clean. He just told me he loves me – I think – and he wants me to say…Hell, why not? "I want to fuck you."

"Mm…she talks dirty." Sands pulled away again, letting Grace flip him onto his back. She wasted no time in resuming their activity. Her pace was rivaling his own, her teeth nipping lightly at his flesh – which he seemed to enjoy far too much. She let words that never would have passed her lips under any other circumstances fill the now sticky air.

As much physical pleasure as the two were sharing, Grace knew that whether he wanted to actually say the words he did or not – he meant them. The only problem was that she couldn't understand why she was so sure. She had brought the man beneath her to his breaking point…

"Christ, Gracie, I'm gonna…"

…then she stopped.

"What are you doing?" His voice was slightly pained.

Grace leaned down and kissed him. Not in a hungry or lusting manner, but in a deep, emotionally driven way. She echoed Sands' words to him, "I'm not letting this end anytime soon…"

"Gracie, I…"

"Shh…we played your way, now we play mine." Her lips met his again, not allowing any protest. She noticed that his demeanor was changing and he didn't appear to be fighting it. She moved her hips slowly, but rhythmically, and smiled when she watched Sands' head tilt back, his mouth slightly agape. "Someone likes it not so rough," she whispered.

Sands wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to him. "Don't stop," he begged.

So, he wants this, but can't bring himself to be the one to do it…yet. She smiled to herself. That's all right, I don't mind being the one in charge for a while. She rocked their bodies together; this time only slightly mewing as she found herself reaching what she knew was her final release for the night. Sands clung to her as if she was the only thing keeping him alive for the moment – he finally let himself topple over the edge with her. Both remained still, their bodies connected, their breathing heavy…Grace wrapped tightly in his arms. Silence.

Sands struggled with himself for a moment. I never had to say it before…I never felt it before. This is letting myself get too vulnerable, isn't it? I'll never see her face…I want to, but I don't need to…this is enough. More than enough – but why? It won't matter if she doesn't feel… "I mean it, Gracie," he whispered.

Grace smiled, nuzzling into his neck. "I know you do, Jeffrey…and God help me, I love you too."