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Chapter 4

The warm night air wrapped itself around Ziva like a silk glove. Her skin tingled when Tony brushed against her as they hurriedly made their way back to the hotel. Neither one spoke. Both were eager to reach the privacy of their room where they could continue what they started on the beach. Ziva could still feel the pressure of Tony's body pressed hard against her as they kissed. She could still taste him on her lips.

Tony looked at her as she licked her lips. The simple gesture heightened his already alert senses. He had never wanted any woman as much as he wanted Ziva right now. 'The answer is yes.' He played that line over and over in his mind. Ziva wanted him as much as he wanted her. Heaven help us, he thought. This was going to be one hell of a night. He picked up his pace and Ziva fell in step next to him. They exchanged glances. Her eyes danced with desire and lust. Yes, that was it – lust. He felt his crotch tighten.

Finally they reached the lobby of their hotel. A tour bus was parked in the driveway and a busload of tourists flooded the entry. A woman old enough to be their grandmother gave them a distasteful glare. Tony realized how they must look to them, him in only his trousers and Ziva wearing his shirt. Both of them were shoeless. They were disheveled to say the least. Ziva's hair was wild from the humidity, her cheeks flushed. Tony thought she never looked sexier, and made a point to quickly usher her into the hotel past the gawking tourists.

The woman at the check-in counter watched as they pushed their way through the crowd to the elevator. A smile crept upon her face. She knew exactly what was on their minds. Her smile faded to concern as she saw the large, angry burn on the man's back. This couple had piqued her curiosity. So different to the hotel's usual clientele.

The doors to the elevator opened and Tony and Ziva got in and quickly hit the button to their floor. The doors closed and Tony wasted no time in grabbing Ziva and kissing her hard on the mouth. That sensual mouth, oh the things he wanted to do to her. He almost forgot about the nagging pain of the wound on his back. He growled low in his throat as Ziva nipped at his bottom lip in between plunging her tongue into his mouth. It was a good thing the elevator doors opened at their floor as they were close to losing themselves in each other right where they were. Quickly they made their way to their room.

"The key?" Tony could barely form a sentence in his current state.

"Was in my purse." Ziva answered as she ran her hands up his chest. "Blew up with the boat." She tweaked one of his nipples with her fingers.

Tony reached into his pockets, removing some damp bits and pieces before finding his key. He swiped it through the lock but nothing. He tried again. Ziva was distracting him way too much. She licked at his left nipple and blew on it, sending a heated shiver through his body. He swiped again in a frustrated attempt to get them into the room.

"Damn! The key doesn't work anymore. Too wet." He threw it on the ground.

"I know." Ziva looked up at him with a glint in her eye, "Too wet." She purred into his mouth as she captured his lips again for another heated kiss.

"Oh god." Tony couldn't remember the last time he was so turned on. He couldn't wait. He ran his hands up under the shirt she was wearing to caress the smooth skin of her back. Ziva lifted her left leg in an effort to get closer to him. He pressed himself against her, leaving no doubt about how much he wanted her right here, right now.

The elevator doors opened and an older couple exited, slowly walking in their direction. Abruptly, they pulled apart, composing themselves as the couple passed by. "We have to get another key, the quicker the better." Tony grabbed Ziva by the arm and led her to the elevator where they were immediately taken back down to the crowded lobby.

Another tourist bus must have arrived because the place was swarming in suitcases and disorganized, tired looking people. The line for the check-in counter was endless, and no-one manned the concierge desk. Tony tried to politely excuse himself to the woman behind the counter, but she had her hands full dealing with a frazzled tour guide who was having trouble getting all the room allocations sorted out for his group. Tony threw his hands in the air and stalked back over to Ziva, who was standing near the back of the line.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take, sweet cheeks." He whispered into her hair as he moved to stand close behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and gently massaged her tight muscles. Ziva closed her eyes and leant back into him. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"My goodness, will you look at that young couple!" The older woman who scowled at them earlier spied them in the line, and was not quiet in voicing her disapproval.

Tony smiled cynically at her, and rather loudly told her and everyone in the vicinity they had their bags stolen along with their shoes and clothes when they were on the beach. "Which is why we are standing here in this line, we need another room key NOW!" He tightly clenched his fist as he smiled, the activity in the lobby almost coming to a standstill as he did so. You could hear a pin drop, or a needle as Ziva would say.

"Why didn't you say so earlier, Mr DiNozzo," came the response from the woman behind the counter. "I'll program a new one for you right away." She was even more curious about them now. As Tony reached the desk, she reached under the counter and handed him a tube of polysporin ointment along with the new room key. Tony gave her a quizzical frown. "For your back," she smiled.

X

Waiting for the elevator Tony and Ziva silently watched the numbers ascend from the parking levels before it 'dinged' for them to enter. Barely was there enough room for one of them; it was as packed full of people as it was bags. They let the doors close without them.

Ziva sighed and began to tap her foot on the floor. Tony shared her frustration. He ran his hand up and down her back, stopping just above the curve of her bottom. Ziva's foot stopped tapping and she stood still, the energy between them electric. Tony felt the heat rising from her skin, and in turn felt all the blood in his body rush to his groin. He moved to stand behind her in an attempt at modesty. He ran his hands up and down her arms as they both waited for another elevator.

They waited for what seemed like forever. One elevator was permanently stuck on the top floor, and the other had gone up and down twice, filled solidly each time. Finally the doors opened and Ziva pushed her way in dragging Tony with her. They were pressed up against each other as the doors closed. The others already in the elevator talked excitedly, oblivious to Tony and Ziva who almost fell out as the doors opened on their floor. The room key slipped from Tony's hands but Ziva was quick to catch it before it slid between the elevator and the crack in the floor. They shared a smile of relief.

Key in hand, she reached for Tony who hurriedly rushed them down the hall to their room. Tony grabbed the key from Ziva and swiped it through the lock. The door didn't open when he turned the handle.

"I don't believe it!' Ziva exclaimed. Frustrated, she started to mumble in Hebrew.

"Hah just kidding." Tony smiled wickedly as he opened the door to their room.

"Not funny!" Ziva fumed. "I may change my mind you know, the answer may soon become 'no'.

The smile quickly left Tony's face. He hoped he hadn't just ruined his chances. Once in the room Ziva slammed the door shut and pushed Tony up against it. "Don't ever make me wait like that again, or you'll be sorry." She kissed him hard and almost savagely tugged at the waistband of his pants. Tony never would understand Ziva but that was one of the things about her that turned him on the most. His back stung but he didn't care, he'd worry about that later. He caressed her back roughly and when she broke the kiss he ripped the shirt open to reveal her perfect breasts barely held by her brief halter bra. God she was so beautiful.

He pushed her down onto the ground and began kissing her all over her body. She writhed under him, managing to wrap her legs around his waist. She moaned loudly as he expertly removed her bra, fastening his lips to one of her breasts. He suckled and nipped at it, all the while kneading her other breast with his hand. He moved lower, licking her belly and swirling his tongue in and out of her belly button. One hand slipped between her legs, feeling her heat and the moisture pooling in her damp panties. He moved the fabric away to the side as he slipped one then two fingers inside of her, making her moan so loud he swore the neighboring rooms would hear. He moved his fingers and Ziva bucked against his hand. She was so damn sexy he couldn't stand it, he needed to be inside her soon or he wouldn't last.

Ziva must have sensed this as she quickly rolled them over, so she was now on top. Regretfully Tony had to remove his fingers but only so Ziva could undo his pants and roll them down his legs. She then quickly disposed of her own underwear. "No more foreplay, I want you inside me now." Ziva moved to straddle Tony. His back burned against the carpet.

Looking up at her, naked with the exception of the open shirt, Tony couldn't agree more. He reached down to guide himself towards her and she slid down onto him, both of them groaning with pleasure as she did so. Moving ever so slowly at first, Ziva continued to take more of Tony into her until she was filled to the hilt. They were a perfect fit, even if she did have to stretch to accommodate his size. She knew he wouldn't disappoint in that area. It wasn't long before they began to move quicker and quicker until they were almost frenzied, both of them aching for release. Tony was almost in pain, he was so hard. He hadn't hurt like this in a long time. But it was a good hurt, obviously. He was so close he didn't know how much longer he'd last.

"Ziva… I'm… close." He panted.

"Me… too…" she virtually screamed out as she rode him harder and faster. Her erotic screams filled the air as she shook around him, coming so hard her entire body rocked with pleasure. Tony anxiously pushed his hips up into her twice more before he too came hard with a scream loud enough to be heard back in D.C.

Both of them collapsed in a heap as their bodies tried to calm down. For a short while they lay on the floor, regaining some semblance of composure. "Next time, I want to try the bed, I think I have rug burns." Ziva looked down at Tony, a smile on her kissed bruised lips.

"Next time?"

"You do want there to be a next time, yes?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh I think that can be arranged." Tony smiled wolfishly back at her. He was right, this was going to be one hell of a night.

X

Ziva slowly awoke with the early morning sun streaming onto the bed. She glanced at the clock, it was only 6 am. The balcony doors were open and the sweet smell of tropical flowers filled her nostrils. She sighed and stretched languidly. She felt incredibly relaxed, not to mention immensely satisfied. It was then she noticed Tony was not in bed next to her. Sitting up, she wrapped the tangled bedsheet around her and padded softly towards the balcony. Tony was standing near the railing, looking out over the water. She crept up behind him, studying the bandage she'd put on his wound during the course of their night together. Kissing him on the shoulder, she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"G'morning beautiful," his morning voice was low and husky.

"Mmm it is. Beautiful that is." Ziva nuzzled against his back, careful not to put too much pressure on his burn.

"You're up early." Ziva looked at him quizzically as he turned around to face her.

"Couldn't sleep. Someone kept me up all night." He playfully answered.

"Oh, and you had nothing to do with that, did you." Ziva smirked mischievously, running her hands through his chest hair. She loved to do that, he noticed.

Raising an eyebrow, Tony backed her over to the loveseat on the balcony, flicking the bedsheet from her body as he did so. Ziva sat down, spreading her legs seductively.

Tony moaned, he could not get enough of her and it seemed she was in the same predicament. He knelt down between her legs, if he could have her for breakfast every morning he would die a happy man. Slowly he began to lick at her, eliciting a low, primal groan from her.

The early morning sun beat down on them as Tony continued his assault on her, licking and sucking at her folds. Her scent was intoxicating. He lapped at her and pushed his tongue into her as far as it would go. Ziva was rubbing herself with one hand as she held onto his head with the other. She could feel the familiar tingle as the first stirrings of her orgasm began to build. Tony could sense this as he looked up at her, her eyes closed, and perfect mouth open ever so slightly as she whimpered in pleasure. Harder. Tony pushed his tongue harder into her and she let go, screaming out as pleasure took total control of her senses.

Tony wiped at his face, panting as he watched her come down from her high. Opening her eyes, Ziva shakily moved to stand, reaching for Tony's hand. He stood with her, and before he realized what she had in mind, she was on her knees and taking him fully into her hot mouth. He moaned, the sight of Ziva feasting on him plus the sensation she was creating made him harder than he thought possible after their nightlong session of lovemaking. He dared to think if had anything left.

"Oh Ziva… oh… oh…" Tony didn't care if he couldn't form a coherent sentence, he also didn't care that they were outside. Fortunately, all the balconies where fairly private.

Although not private enough it seems, as the woman from the front check-in counter stood and watched from the balcony next door, her mouth open. Apparently a noise complaint had been made and as she was finishing her shift, she offered to check it out.

Oblivious to their audience, Ziva continued to pleasure Tony with her mouth. As he let go, he called out her name into the morning air, his head thrown back as he went weak at the knees. Ziva stood to hold onto him, kissing him to prevent him from falling. He could taste himself on her lips and surprisingly, it didn't bother him. He wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss until they broke apart, her head against his chest as he rested his head on the softness of her tousled hair. Breathing heavily while still regaining his equilibrium, he then noticed the pair of eyes staring at them from the balcony opposite. At first he tensed, but it was almost too late for that as obviously they had been caught in the act. The woman visibly jumped as she saw the look in Tony's eyes. He thought about it and decided to wink at her before nuzzling back into Ziva's hair.

Slowly they walked inside, arm in arm, closing the balcony doors behind them.

END

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