"Holy motherforking shirtballs," Dick caught Mac's hands and pinned them above her head, looking into her eyes as he slid a power leg between her thigh and her eyes widened, her cheeks getting pinker. "Hottest shower I've ever had…" His voice was full of carnal hunger.

Mutual combustion… Watching this wisp of a woman getting hot and bothered over him was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

He knew her well enough that Cindy only turned into a sex-craved vixen because of him.

He'd decided to collect on all the very dirty, lust-fuelled promises she made him before their drive to Serenity Inn the second they'd crossed the threshold.

"If you stay with me tonight… you stay," he'd told her.

He saw her throat work, usually after they went a few rounds she was dressed and heading for the door with a quick thanks, and the nights she didn't bail immediately, she was always gone by morning.

Never fall in love when it's supposed to just be for fun… yet here he was mooning over her scent left behind on the sheets…

It wasn't the war of wit and words he'd seen Logan have with Veronica. This flirtation with Mac was hot sizzling addictive sex, not like any of the teenage fumbling's he'd had with whichever woman of the week happened to be sharing his bed. He spent an obscene amount of time trying to come up with ways to convince this dark-haired beauty to get naked.

He knew how to make her body weep with want… so why the hell did he have lady troubles with this woman?

Was she just discreet or was he a dirty secret?

A quiver throbbed through the length of his body when she leaned forward and captured his lower lip, grazing it gently with her teeth.

"I don't think you have any idea how sexy you are…" he breathed sliding one hand down her back to cup her ass. Seeing her bare in that shower his tongue had been hanging out far enough to lick the floor.

"God please…" she said as his erection rubbed against her sex.

"I could get used to this," he said with a grin. Dick pressed his lips to Mac's shoulder, his heart was racing as he eased himself out of her. Mac felt her breath finally returning to normal, he was still gripping her against his broad chest as he carried her to the bed. His hands roved greedily along her legs as she crawled towards the pillows, she yelped when he playfully bit her ass cheek.

"Hey!" she scolded, turning in time to see him climbing onto the bed beside her, his hands on her hips.

He let out a soft huff of laughter. "I wasn't thinking that but someday, maybe."

"Richard…" her voice was airy and soft as he pressed a palm over her breast.

"Now that I could get used to…" he teased, nudging her thighs open settling his weight over her.

"We should talk…" she gasped as his fingers grazed over the sensitive nerves of her clit, the friction making her shudder again.

Dick Casablancas had all the innocence of a fallen angel wrapped up with the Devil.. Twice when they first got here, once in the shower and up against the wall…

Her body didn't care, it was already riding his palm and she cried out helplessly into his mouth. Hot steamy drugging kisses that made her desire-fogged brain lose focus, by the time she came and he flipped her onto her stomach she could barely remember which way up or down.

"You've promised to stay the whole night," he told her sinfully, spanking her ass. "I've had so many scorching hot fantasies about how I was going to tire you out if you ever gave me the chance…" he said tugging her hips upwards and pressing his hard cock at the entrance of her pussy. Her soft moans when he slammed into her incited him further.

Take a few steps back from making love to her so she could talk herself out of giving them a shot? Hell no… He wanted her. He needed her.

He was going to fuck her so well tonight his body on hers would feel like a permanent imprint. They might still be sneaking around but after this weekend away together, she wasn't going to be treating him like some scandalous mistress… One hand gripping her hair, tilting her head upwards pressing a kiss to her forehead as he continued pounding into her curvy body. He could barely restrain himself when she tightened around him and cried out his name again.

"You're staying," his voice was guttural and pulled her towards him. She came willingly, her back falling against his hard muscular chest, her face flushed and her lips swollen. Melting into him she gripped a handful of his blonde hair and kissed him as his hand cupped her breast. An arm wrapped around her midriff as he continued his slow deep thrusts.

"Yes," she nodded.

Did the world even exist away from him anymore?

Chip Wheeler: Dude, surf?

The sound of the text pulled Dick from his half sleep. He'd been unable to relax in case he woke in a few hours and found her gone again, but silky brown hair still sprawled the pillow next to his head, the gentle curve of her lower back, even if she had insisted on pulling on her batgirl panties and his t-shirt while he chose to remain sans pyjamas.

His sexy little nerd girl with her heart shaped ass in those pants was giving him a serious case of morning wood.

He quietly silenced the phone, glancing quickly at the time. Too soon to wake her. This passion between them was like being on a rollercoaster ride with no one at the controls.

A soft feminine moan made him turn as her hand reached for his warmth, nestling her body against his chest and sighing in contentment when she found what she was searching for.

She was so beautiful.

His heart was beating so loud he was amazed it didn't wake her up.

"What are you dreaming about?" he asked quietly.

A smile split his face from ear-to-ear when from sweet oblivion she innocently answered him. "Richard."