Warning! Graphic sexual content in this chapter.

Chapter 3

Images of Bryan and her wrapped around each other flitted through Finola's dreams. She seemed to relive their encounter through her subconscious. She reveled in the pleasure of feeling him on top of her and inside of her. She woke up hot, bothered and disappointed that Bryan wasn't in the bed with her.

Glancing at the glowing clock in the darkness, she groaned to see it read 1:02am. Over the past several months, ever since that disastrous day when her father betrayed her and Bryan almost had his mind wiped, they'd spent most nights sleeping together. Nothing sexual, sleeping back to back, partners giving support and comfort to each other. Finola found she really did sleep better having him there. Not that she hadn't thought about where it could go sleeping next to her handsome, muscular partner. She just hadn't wanted to push through that boundary and possibly ruin everything with unwanted advances.

Before she'd gone to bed, she'd thought about going to him. Yet, talk of HR claims and putting him on the other side of the hotel to avoid awkwardness had stopped her from reaching out to him. She'd decided to give him some space after the craziness of the day.

But now, as she lay in bed alone aching for him, even just to put her back against his and sleep, she regretted that decision. Grabbing her phone, she figured a text message would be innocent enough. If he was sleeping, he'd just glance at it and go back to sleep if he didn't want to talk to her.

F: Hey, are you up?

His answer came sooner than she expected.

B: Yeah

F: What room are you in? They wouldn't tell me.

This time, it took him a lot longer to answer. It twisted Finola's insides up trying to figure out what he was thinking about.

B: 342

She didn't bother answering. Just giving her his room number already conveyed his permission for her to come. Usually she wouldn't bother putting on pants, just run over to his room next door in her nightshirt and shorts. But since she'd have to traverse down two floors and across half the building, it seemed necessary this time. She didn't bother with shoes though. Luckily, she didn't encounter anyone else.

When Bryan opened the door, her stomach clenched. He stood in the doorway full clothed, right down to his shoes. This didn't bode well. Typically, when she'd arrived at his door, he'd be in a T-shirt and boxer briefs. Most of the time, they wouldn't even say anything, just crawl into bed, press their backs together and fall asleep.

"Are you going somewhere? Is there a call I missed?" she asked nervously.

"No, nothing like that." He stepped to the side to allow her to enter, then closed the door behind her. She stayed close to the door as he walked halfway across the room before turning to face her. "We need to talk."

Finola's insides went cold. "About what? I thought we were good." They weren't dating, but this sure sounded like he was breaking up with her.

"We're partners. It's gone too far. What happened back there..." He gritted his teeth. "I shouldn't have let that happen."

"What are you talking about? Neither of us were in control back there! The debris did that to us! It doesn't have to change anything between us."

His eyes darted away from her and his voice dropped in volume. "I don't want to hurt you again."

"You're hurting me now! You can't possibly still think you raped me!" Finola let her anger take over. Otherwise, the tears would come instead.

Bryan refused to look at her.

Finola rolled her eyes. " I wasn't lying when I told you I've wanted you for a long time. I've been carrying such a torch for you! And that was the most amazing sex I've ever had in my entire life!" She paused, a thought suddenly occurring to her. "Do you think I raped you?"

He huffed. "Stop. You know I don't."

"So none of this means anything to you?" Finola squeezed her hands into fists, digging her nails into her skin, desperately trying to stop those tears that threatened to emerge.

"I've gotten too close. I need to stop this." Emotion choked his voice.

Finola forced herself to take several deep breaths before she spoke again. "Bryan, if I walk out that door, we're done. No more dinners together. No more movie nights. Certainly no more sleeping in the same bed together. I'll request a new partner. You'll never have to worry about getting to close to me again."

Bryan closed his eyes. She wasn't sure if he was closing her out or thinking about all he'd be losing.

"Or we could get in that bed, put our backs together and go to sleep. Just friendship and support. Nothing more."

He glanced at the bed but said nothing.

"Or you could kiss me."

She let those options hang in the air between them. Silence thickened until Finola could hear the rushing of blood in her ears as her heart raced. He wasn't going to stop her from leaving.

Those same tears she'd suppressed earlier welled up now. They filled her eyes, spilled over as she blinked and fell down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around her body in an effort to protect herself from breaking apart at such rejection. Her voice was so broken she could only whisper.

"Good-bye, Bryan."

She turned to the door, reaching for the handle.

"Finola, wait!" he cried out.

He moved so fast she didn't even see it. He was just there next to her, pulling her into him. His hands came up, cradling her head. Then he pressed his lips against hers.

Finola froze as he kissed her. It sent lightning bolts through her body. It made her toes curl. When they'd been together earlier, there had before none of this. No foreplay, no tenderness, no kissing. Just pure, animalistic fucking. That had been the effects of the debris. This kiss was purely Bryan. It sent her spirits soaring.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss. His eyes locked on hers. "I'm falling in love with you, and it scares the hell out of me. But you walking out that door, losing you because I'm being an idiot, that scares me more." He used his thumbs to wipe away her tears, his calloused skin caressing her cheeks.

She laughed, her voice still filled with tears but now for a wholly different reason. "Good choice," she told him.

He laughed with her, all the tension lifting. Then he grew serious. "Don't leave me. I know I'm not good at this stuff. I'll probably screw up again at some point."

"We'll get through it together," she assured him.

Then she kissed him back. Her arms circled his torso, pulling his body flush against hers. He opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, tangling with his. He tasted good, like he'd had one of his mint chip macchiatos not long ago. She moaned into him.

They shed their clothes quickly, only breaking apart when absolutely necessary. Neither of them wanted to stop kissing. As their lips continued their luscious assaults on each other, their hands began exploring each other's bodies.

His hands slowly lowered from her head, tracing heat down her chest until they cupped her breasts. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, causing them to harden and her to moan louder. Then he broke the kiss, his lips going to her neck. He licked along her pulse point.

She placed little butterfly kisses on the bruise on his shoulder, the remnant from her biting him. Then she ran her fingernails gently down the tight muscles of his shoulders and back.

He jumped a little at one point.

Finola's smile widened. "Ticklish?"

He tried to suppress a smile. "Maybe." He leaned down to capture her mouth with his again.

Finola reached down and groped his ass. She felt him smirk against her lips. Her hand moved forward, wrapping around his hardening shaft. Her thumb rubbed along the tip.

He sucked in a breath, his body tensing. "Fuck," he rasped.

She let go, not ready to let him climax yet without her. Kissing him again, she guided him slowly backwards until the backs of his legs hit the bed. With a sly smile, she pushed him on the bed.

He scooted backwards, propping his head up on the pillows. He licked his lips as a ran his eyes down the full length of her naked body.

Shivering, but definitely not from cold, she climbed up on the bed and straddled his hips. Trying something she'd only ever heard about, she ran the center of her sex along his hardened member without taking him inside her yet. The friction against her most sensitive area made her whimper a little.

Bryan growled. His hands clutched at her waist, dragging her along his length again.

"Do you want me?" she whispered seductively in his ear.

"More than anything," he breathed out.

"Will you ever tell me to leave again?"

"Never."

She shifted her hips, her hand gripping him again. Lifting up, she impaled herself on his steel shaft. She lowered her body slowly, taking him inside her an inch at a time.

His head pressed against the pillows, gritting his teeth. His hands twitched on her thighs and she knew he resisted pushing into her faster. He deserved to be tortured after the emotional rollercoaster he just put her through.

She put her hands on his chest to use him as leverage as she began to rock her hips. Tilting forward a little, she searched for just the right angle.

There, right there. She bit her lip but she couldn't help the moans escaping her. Her rocking hips sped up as the sensations of pleasure radiated out from her core.

His fingers tightened on her thighs, adding to these sensations. His own hips thrust up and matched her rhythm. His breathing accelerated.

Finola's heart pounded in her chest as she neared release. Hot white flashes exploded in her brain first, then traveled down through her body. Every muscle tensed up as she clenched around his manhood. She threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy.

At the same time, Bryan let go. He closed his eyes, moaning as he filled her with his seed.

Finola collapsed on top of him, panting but so satisfied.

Bryan wrapped his arms around her. He pressed kisses on the top of her head. His hand grabbed the covers, which had been disturbed by their lovemaking, and used them to cover their naked bodies.

Together, they fell asleep completely immersed in one another.

Author Note: I briefly debated writing this completely different where Bryan does let her go. Then he'd eventually come to the realization that he was being an idiot and chase after her. But that version seemed so much more angsty and I am a romantic at heart. I hope if anyone actually reads this, you enjoyed reading this version. I think have a few more chapters to this story before ending it.