A/N: Thank you for your continued reviews. Still trying to decide if I'll finish this one off with even more smut. What do you think? With future stories I may entertain prompts. Feel free to direct message me prompts (Rizzoli & Isles based) if there's something you'd like me to write about. -DKC

What I Should Have Said (Chapter 4)

"Fuck…" I started. I'd kept my arms around Maura so she wouldn't pull away from me again. "I can't stand causing your tears, Maur."

"I'm not understanding this. You say you were thinking of me while you were eating dinner with him. You say you have feelings for him. And you showed up here tonight. But you kissed him?" Maura's anger had yet to reach her voice.

"I broke it off," I uttered. I was at a loss. We were going in circles.

"Oh, that makes it better somehow?" Maura responded as she started to pull away from me, my grip around her tightening. I'd leaned back against the kitchen island to gain leverage.

"Please," I begged. "I kissed him. I broke it off. We went our separate ways and I sat in the car wishing to god I'd been kissing you. I came here after sitting there for an hour over-analyzing my feelings for you. It took me an hour to get the courage up to come here and tell you what I should have said in the precinct. Hell, what I should have said the moment I realized I had feelings for you."

"You thought about kissing me?" she said as she simultaneously stopped trying to pull away from me.

"Yeah," I whispered, dropping my eyes from her intense stare.

"Is that why you were flushed when I answered the door?" Maura said, a slight smirk appearing.

"Quite possibly," I drawled. Jesus, she was turning me on with a simple smirk.

Maura's smirk had turned to something far more sinister. Without even formulating a response to the knowledge that I'd been thinking of kissing her, obviously aroused in my car, Maura's lips crashed into mine. Despite our kissing earlier, I hadn't expected her lips once again on mine. I pulled her into me. As my back hit painfully against the island counter, I groaned.

"Mmm," Maura moaned as her hips thrust into mine, clearly a response to my groan.

Our lips hadn't parted, our tongue circling the other. After all of the tears I'd caused, I couldn't believe I was kissing the woman before me once again. My hands were in Maura's perfect hair; her hands were on my hips. My lips left Maura's mouth and traveled to her ear lobe, down her jaw and to her neck.

"Jane?"

"Hmm," responding would have ended my assault on Maura's neck.

"Jane?" she insisted.

Given what I'd put this woman through since I arrived on her doorstep, I was afraid I'd pushed the limits of whatever this could be between us.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, not wanting to make eye contact. My eyes remained on her neck and collarbone where my mouth had just been.

"Jane, please look at me," she whispered.

When I looked into Maura's eyes, I once again feared rejection. However, like earlier I saw no semblance of rejection. Her eyes were dark again, her pupils wide. Not only were their marks from where my mouth had been on her neck, she was noticeably flushed.

"Let me worry about you," she paused. "Let me continue to worry about you. And let me…let me love you."

With those last two words our mouths crashed together. My hands left Maura's hair, making their way slowly down her sides. My pinkies brushed the sides of her breasts, causing an amazingly sensual moan from her mouth into mine. As my hands reached her hips, her hands had reached into my hair, pulling my mouth even further into hers. How we were even taking breaths was beyond my comprehension in the exhilaration of the moment. Sliding from her hips up under her shirt, I couldn't resist the urge to rub gently over Maura's hard nipples. Her mouth left mine and began assaulting my neck. It was the most incredible sensation.

"Maur, if we're doing this, I can't stand this fucking counter in my back much longer," I huffed. With that, Maura released my neck and looked into my eyes.

"If?" Maura said with that flirtatious smirk.

Before I had the wherewithal to respond, Maura was tugging my hand and leading me toward her bedroom. My eyes were on her ass, an ass greatly benefited by constant wearing of heels. When she looked back at me, maybe to ensure I wasn't panicked, she saw my eyes on her ass. In one fluid motion, Maura's hands were back in my hair, her mouth on mine, and her body forcing me against the hallway wall.

"Jesus," I moaned as she took my left earlobe into her mouth. "You're killing me, woman."

Maura seemed surprised by how husky my voice was. Her hands left my hair, sliding down my neck and collarbone where she was now kissing. As Maura's hands reached my hips, I pressed into her. Slowly Maura's hands reached around and cupped my ass.

"Fuck," I moaned.

My complete wetness, the rubbery nature of my legs and my nearing release made it impossible to continue making out in the hallway, bodies standing flush against one another.

"Now," I pleaded, grabbing Maura's hands and leading the way.

When I looked back at Maura, there was nothing but wanton need on her face. Her cheeks and chest crimson, her nipples poking through her satin shirt and her hair wild. She was stunningly beautiful. The look on her face told me she was close, too. There was no way we would make it to her bedroom.

As I led her the guest room, the very room I'd shared a bed with her many times, I was overcome by my desire and love for the woman before me. This time, I wasn't going to screw it up by what I should have said.

"God, I love you," I whispered.