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Chapter 2

It had been hours since their kiss and the air between them was still crackling with electricity. Lizzie let her mind drift back to the kiss for the upmteenth time that night, she could still taste him on her tongue; still feel his hands burning hot on her hips, the warmth of his body under her palms. She could still see the desire in his eyes when he pulled back. Then suddenly the moment was over. He carefully composed himself and continued a story from earlier as if nothing had happened. Did that kiss not change his whole being like it did for her?

They ended up eating the feast he had ordered. Though it had been meant to keep up pretenses, there was no reason to waste perfectly good food. Dinner had been a strained affair for her; unable to keep her mind off of it's intended purpose of seduction, Lizzie found her mind continuously drifting to images of herself splayed across the buffet while Red selected choice bits off of her prone figure. For his part, Red seemed wholly unaffected by the innuendo attached to their meal, prattling on with stories about his time in she explored the rest of the suite, she expectantly opened the closet in the bedroom and found it filled with designer clothes, mainly summer dresses and a few formal ones, too. Next to her clothes, his suit jackets and vests hung neatly with a wide variety of dress shirts. It felt strange, looking at their clothing hanging next to each other like it belonged that way. What would her life be like if this was real and she got dressed every morning with him? She closed the closet door before she could go down that rabbit hole any further.

She pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and she felt herself instantly turn red. The drawer was filled with neatly stacked underwear. That was, if you could call them that because she couldn't see how some of those pieces would cover anything. It was mostly exotic lingerie and a few nighties that made her extremely nervous because she didn't find anything remotely modest there. What the hell was Red thinking? Did he want to get an eyeful or was he just set on embarrassing her? There was no way that she was going to parade in front of him in those. She could just sleep in t-shirt and some leggings. Those would be decent enough and comfortable.

Mindlessly, she pulled open the next drawer; it was filled with his things. There were socks and ties of wide variety and, wait, was that…. silk boxer short?. So, that's what he wore underneath those fine suits. She did have to admit that she had wondered about it far too many times. She figured him for either boxers or going commando; he just didn't seem the type to wear tighty whities. Why on earth was she thinking of him in only his undergarments again.

"Not even married for a day and you're already snooping through my things."

His voice was loud behind her, causing her to jump in surprise.

"Red, you nearly gave me a heart attack; don't sneak up on me like that."

"Why? Would that be because you have something to feel guilty about? You know, like going through my things, for instance." He sounded amused and she could see that he was after having caught her snooping amongst his things.

"If anyone should feel guilty about something, it should be you! Where are my clothes?" irritation dripped from her voice.

"I think you found them." He grinned at her like a cat playing with a mouse; oh, he was definitely enjoying this. She could see it in the way those green eyes sparkled with mischief.

"If you mean those flimsy pieces that cover nothing, you are mistaken. How did you know my size anyway?" She was becoming increasingly annoyed with him and his little game.

He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that resonated sinfully in her ears and that made her whole body warm. How was it that she wanted to hear more of it? She wanted to drown in that sound, to get lost in it, in him. It did something to her she couldn't quite explain; all she knew was that it made her want to do or say something to elicit that wonderful noise from him again.

"My dear, let's just say I'm observant and I can't understand why you're upset? These are the top fashion and cost a small fortune." He continued to grin at her and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And besides, they are perfectly fit for newlyweds; in fact, they are probably too modest."

"Modest! There's nothing modest about them!" Her voice rose with anger.

She was furious that he was looking at her like he could already see her in one of those lingerie items. Although the thought of him imagining her like that sent heat coursing through her body, she forced herself to ignore it. She turned away from him and stormed out of the bedroom, leaving him chuckling behind her.

Red laughed to himself now, how could he not? He stood where she left him in front of the dresser. He had managed to get under her skin so quickly. He simply couldn't help himself. The fury in her eyes, like fire glinting, begging him to tease her more, to infuriate her, to make her lose control. If she only knew how much of a turn on it was for him when she got mad at him like that. It was like a siren call to him. It was this verbal sparring they'd been doing since the day they met. He loved to get her so worked up because usually she would say something she wouldn't normally. It was that little burst of anger that he craved because it was complete honesty. She had so much passion bottled up in her, he just wanted to let it out, to be the victim of it, of her. Oh, and what a sweet onslaught it would be!

Now that he had a taste of it, of her, he knew it would never be enough. He wanted all of her, everything she had to give and he wanted to give her everything he had in return. With the taste of her still so sweet on his tongue, he couldn't simply let if fade without getting a refill. If he was honest, she was an oasis and he was a man dying of thirst. The problem with tasting her was, no other source would be able to clench his thirst as she did. She now held the only power to do so. No one else would ever be good enough.

He hadn't planned to kiss her so soon but the way she looked at him, the way she argued with him, he couldn't help himself; he had just needed to taste her. He needed to feel if those lips were as pillow-soft as they looked and if she kissed with the same passion she argued with.. He still couldn't believe that he had managed not to drag her to the bedroom and make love to her until she passed out, fully sated, in his arms.

He was going to need to keep his control in check, because this woman was making him slip. He's Raymond Reddington for God's sake; he exercised control over all things in his life. That is what he did for a living. He should be able to control his feelings for her.

That didn't mean that he was going to play fair. He had been granted an opportunity with this undercover mission of theirs and he intended to use it. He wanted to let them get to know each other more personally so that she would soften towards him, maybe even give him a chance. At the very least, he would make her long for his touch even after their mission was complete.

"Good morning, Mrs. Reddington."

Red sat down next to her sleeping form with a tray of breakfast. He let his eyes dwell on her. She looked like an angel with her dark hair splayed across the pillow, her features soft and peaceful. He didn't really want to wake her, he could have sat there and stared at her for the rest of the morning, but they had plans or rather, he had plans for her.

"Hmmm..." she muttered her voice thick with sleep as she came to. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands and blinked a few times before focusing on him. For a moment, her eyes looked frightened as if she didn't know why she was there. He watched realization sink in.

"Morning Red, is it even morning yet?" She sounded adorably sleepy and he wanted to tuck the hair that fell over her eyes behind her ear but he refrained he didn't want to scare her so early in the day. There would be plenty of time for that later, after she had her first cup of coffee.

"It's half past ten, my dear. You slept like a baby. I didn't want to wake you but, honestly, I think if I left, you would just make it in time for lunch."

"Aren't we supposed to be on 'vacation'? Isn't that what honeymooners do?"

"Lizzie, if you think two people on honeymoon sleep their days through, you've got it all wrong. In fact, there isn't much sleeping at all." He dropped his voice a little lower, making it rougher. He had gathered over time that if he dropped his voice, her eyes would drift down to his lips. In his fantasies, she just closed the space and kissed him, but for now, the teasing would have to suffice. He loved teasing her like this because most of the time a soft blush would spread across her cheeks. There it was now, slowly rising up in contrast with her gaze falling down avoiding his.

"What's that smell...oh coffee. Thanks." She sat up against the pillows and reached out to the tray he was still holding. Taking the coffee, she completely ignored his comment.

Well, she wasn't going to be able to ignore all his comments because he planned on telling her every time he had the chance what they would be doing if this was real. What he wished with all of his heart could be real.

He placed the tray on the bedside table. He opened his mouth to inform her of their plans but his words caught in his throat as the sheet slipped lower and his eyes fell to her chest. She had slept in one of his dress shirts and pair of boxers. The dress shirt was rolled up at the sleeves and during the night some of the buttons had come undone. He could see one of her creamed colored breasts peeking out. Was it the chill of the morning air on her bare skin or had she had exciting dreams last night, he wondered briefly as he took in her hardened nipples. Dear God, she was beautiful. He knew he shouldn't, but he simply couldn't take his eyes away from her exposed chest. He wondered how that breast would feel when he sucked it into his mouth, testing the weight of the other with his hand. His thoughts trailed off to, dirtier fantasies.

She realized that his attention was fixated elsewhere and dropped her eyes to see what he was looking at. She gasped in shock and quickly grasped the edges of the shirt together with one hand to cover herself.

Her sharp intake of breath tore him from his fantasies, reminding him that she was here right in front of him.

He wanted to tease her about it, make a sexy remark, maybe even touch her, but he couldn't find any words. She was turning redder by the second,too embarrassed to say anything herself. He slowly rose from the bed, deciding to bea gentleman and give her some space.

"I'll leave you to shower and dress. Meet me in the living room when you're done." He quickly pulled the door closed behind him.

Damn, he thought to himself as he came to sit on the couch: he had forgotten his coffee in hisrush to get out of there. He had had to leave before he couldn't resist the urge any longer to sample lovely breast with his mouth.. That and the fact that his pants were straining uncomfortably.

Lizzie walked arm in arm with Red towards the beach. She was freshly showered and wearing a light floral summer dress over her bikini. Red was wearing khaki shorts and a white polo shirt. She had never seen him in anything remotely this casual before,

Last night had gone better than she expected. They had taken turns using the bathroom to get ready for bed and he hadn't even commented on the fact that she had borrowed one of his dress shirts. She didn't know if she was happy or disappointed. She thought that she would at least get some reaction from him while wearing his clothes. They had said goodnight and she had drifted off at some point.

They found an open spot on the beach to relax. Red planted an umbrella for them and made himself comfortable underneath on a folding chairwhile Lizzie draped a beach towel in the sun with the top part under the umbrella so that she wouldn't burn her face. She pulled her dress over her head and lay down. She covered her front with sunscreen while Red was busy searching for something in their bag. When she got to her chest she could feel his eyes on her. She stopped and turned to him, catching him staring at her chest. That would be the second time today, she thought and quickly stopped her trail of thoughts before she could let herself get even more embarrassed or hot about this morning's events. Before she could scold him on his behavior, he spoke.

"May I help you with that Lizzie?" His eyes gazed at her chest rather than her face.

"Red!"

"What, my dear? I see no reason why your husband should not enjoy his wife's assets...and may I say that, damn am I a lucky man!" He grinned wolfishly at her, biting the inside of his cheek and finally looking up at her eyes again.

If he knew what it did to her when he bit his cheek like that... She could just imagine his tongue working to soothe that bite. But that was not the only thing she could imagine him doing with his tongue. Why was he so damn handsome and why did he keep saying things like that, making her blush? Her cheeks were red but to be honest, she didn't know if it was because of his flirtation or rather the fact that he had complimented her on her assets. The mixture of that mouth and his words were surely going to be the death of her.

She threw the sunscreen bottle against his chest and made herself comfortable on her back. She heard him laughing as he settled down.

As Red reclined on his chair with a book in his hand she thumbed through the pages of the magazine she had brought along. Though the mission was never far from her mind, she knew she should make the best of this time because this was, indeed, relaxing. She had worked so hard to get to where she was before Reddington showed up, that she didn't ever have any real time off.

She could feel his eyes on her, burning her skin more than the sun was doing. She didn't say anything about it. She secretly liked the fact that his eyes roamed her body like she was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. When she saw the desire in his eyes, it did things to her she didn't know how to explain. She reveled in the fact that he looked at her that way.

She turned onto her stomach, deciding to be a little daring and play her part

"Red, won't you be a dear and help your wife out?" she teased,pointing at the sunscreen.

Red met her eyes, amusement dancing across his face, as he stood up and reached for the bottle.

"Why, the pleasure would be all mine, sweetheart." His voice matched her teasing.

She smirked into her hands where her face was pillowed. . He knelt down and squeezed some lotion onto his hands, his body warm beside her. Her smirk vanished the moment she felt his strong hands apply the lotion to her shoulders. He smoothed his hands down her warm flesh, pressing his thumbs in gentle circles along the ridges of her spine. He slowly worked it over her skin, kneading the tense muscles with his fingers and it was so good she barely suppressed a moan.

he felt him tug on her strings holding her bikini top together. Before she could object, he spoke.

"We wouldn't want to get tan lines…"Red shifted over her, straddling her hips with his thighs as he pulled apart her bikini and spread the strings to the sides. He spread another dollop of sunscreen down her back, focusing his efforts on the bundle of knots at the center of her back. This time, she did moan softly, as his sure fingers worked at the tension she had been carrying for months.

"Too many hours spent staring at your computer," he murmured.

His hands fanned out across her ribs, his fingertips brushing lightly against the sides of her breasts as he swept his thumbs up her spine again. She shivered beneath his touch, her hips wiggling unconsciously against him where he pressed into her backside. The pressure of his hands on her back was far too intimate and, at the same time, not nearly enough.

He paused to add more of the sun warmed lotion to his palm, leaving her bereft of his touch for a moment and she squeezed her eyes shut against her hands. Her body was on fire and she could feel nothing but his firm hands working the lotion into her skin. He applied extra pressure when his hands moved to her lower back, tracing his thumbs down the dimples at the edge of her bikini bottoms. Another moan escaped her lips before she could contain it.

He chuckled as he bent over her to touch his mouth to her ear.

"Are you enjoying this, Lizzie?" His voice was all seduction, spreading heat even further through her body and making something inside her melt just belo

w her navel.

"No, I don…." Her sentence faded away when he he trailed his fingers up her side again, more firmly grazing the sides of her breasts, making her lightheaded from his touch.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that, Lizzie." His breath hot at her ear.

His chest was pressed against her back, the weight of him settled over her comfortably on the sand. She whimpered into the towel at the soft press of him against her backside. He turned his head and licked along the back of her neck, tasting her briny skin from the salt-kissed air. She was warm and soft and Lizzie.

She squirmed beneath him, her hips arching uncontrollably into his. He nipped once more at her neck and then chuckled close to her ear. "Keeping up appearances," he whispered.

Before she could utter a word, she felt his warmth leave her body. He returned to his chair and continued reading his book. She turned her head to scowl at him. She would have growled in frustration but there was no way that she was going to show him exactly what effect he had on her body.

He was playing with her and it made her want to yell at him or throw something at him. He was driving her crazy. She could still feel the touch of his hands on her back making her long for more,making her want to ask him to turn her over and do the same with her front side. Surviving these two weeks was going to be more difficult than she had imagined, her body's reactions to him would to betray the feelings she shared for this evil tease of a man.

She needed to clear her head with a dip in the cool ocean. She pulled the strings of her top together, tying them haphazardly across her back. Without a glance behind her, she stomped purposefully towards the line of waves crashing against the sand. He didn't follow her and she was glad; she needed to be alone, to get herself under control and her head back in the game.

The rest of the day was full of merciless teasing from Red; soft caresses, heated gazes and innuendo in every sentence. While they fished for information on their subject, he would take her hand and draw slow movements on the inside of her wrist, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate on what their informant was saying. He even called her out on it once when they were alone, after she couldn't remember something the informant had mentioned. When they walked in the hallways, he would put his arm around her waist and pull her into his side while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She knew that he was putting a show on for the people that might be watching them, but she also thought that it was more than that. He enjoyed teasing her like this.

When she climbed into bed next to him that night, she slowly formed her plan of revenge for the next day. There was no way that he was going to have all the fun.