A/N: A great big birthday squish goes to my awesome beta Dean'sAngel17... she is fantabulous! *luffs*

"You know you're going to have to pay cash, Miss. Upfront."

"Of course."

Alice was trying to concentrate on the old guy behind the check-in desk but she could feel Jasper's hands on her hips and the sensual way he was breathing on her neck was driving her to distraction. She swatted him lightly and smiled at the desk clerk, rolling her eyes slightly. He didn't smile at her. She handed him some cash and he eyed her suspiciously.

"Have I seen you here before?"

"Not that I know of."

She saw the disapproval etched in the elderly face in front of her as she felt Jasper press his full body along the length of her own, and the shock that registered there as Jasper's tongue dipped into the hollow below her ear and she squeaked. She nearly snatched the key out of the old guy's hand when he held it out to her.

"Enjoy your stay." His voice was cool and sharp.

"We will buddy, we will!"

Jasper threw the old guy a wink and with that the clerk seemed to come very close to apoplectic meltdown. He went a strange shade of crimson turned on his heel and stormed off through the door marked 'Office', huffing all the way about the 'sex-crazed youth of today'.

"You didn't have to upset him like that, acting like a rampant teenager."

He just nipped her earlobe between his teeth and chuckled huskily. "You sound as uptight as he did, little lady. I wonder what I can do to help you out with that."

As he spoke, his hand crept to the front of her jeans, cupping her through the heavy material, pressing hard. She mewled softly at the sudden heat pooling there. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he nuzzled at her throat.

The desk clerk was probably going to pitch a fit if he came out and saw the debauched sight in front of him, so tugging his hand away - albeit reluctantly - she dragged him out of the office and toward their room. He followed like a puppy, softly brushing against her with every other step, stroking her hair and trying to place little kisses wherever his mouth could reach. She held him off with one hand as she fumbled the key into the lock and pushed to door open.

He very nearly swept her off her feet as he smuggled her into the room. She pushed to door closed and before she could even regain her balance he fell to kissing her neck as he tried to shrug off his shirt. She pushed him back and as he made a low noise of complaint, she held his face away from hers and smiled.

"Take it easy, cowboy. Slowly."

He smiled and stopped the full out assault tactic. She stripped off her wet jacket, hung it on the peg by the door and kicked off her shoes. She slinked past him and went into the bathroom. Just before she turned away, she saw him adjust the thermostat. The little white room had a small mirror tacked above the sink and a shower over the bath tub. She smiled to herself and turned on the hot water in the shower. The room began to fill up with steam as she tested the temperature of the water. She went back out into the room. He had kicked his shoes off beside hers, removed his shirt and was sitting on the edge of the bed. She noted his taut muscled chest and that he had a very slight tan.

"I put the shower on for you, it will help you warm up a bit."

"I'm sure I could think of better ways, but I better get cleaned up."

He winked but then dropped his head shyly. She laughed aloud.

"There's time for all that, just go get yourself fixed up and I'll be waiting here when you get back."

She saw again the duality of his personality opposing his looks. He seemed very vulnerable sitting there, taking off his socks, but when he looked up and smiled at her cheekily she grinned back at him like a fool.

"You're a real wonderful girl, you know. I really like you."

He stood up and undone his belt buckle, she began to turn away, thinking she should give him some privacy, but she heard him laugh.

"You getting all shy, Missy? It ain't nothing you won't be seeing a lot more of later on."

"You're a real devil, young man!"

"Don't I know it, ma'am."

He tipped an imaginary hat to her and stripped off his jeans. She was delighted and a little shocked by the sight of him standing there naked. Her eyes travelled his body languidly and he just waited, drinking in her appraisal. She looked into his eyes and saw there a look of voyeuristic contentment. He loved the attention, loved the look of lust reflected in her eyes. She looked away, surprised by her own brazenness, and a blush crept up into her cheeks.

He walked over to her, cupped her chin in his hand and moved her face up to look at him; he kissed her softly on the mouth. The warmth and passion in it stole her breath away. She didn't want it to end, but all too soon the light pressure was gone, so fleeting yet so achingly good. He walked into the bathroom.

"Yeah, you go and get into that shower before all the hot water is gone."

She said breathlessly, trying for breezy but failing, but he had already shut the door. She wanted nothing more than to break down that door and demand to be taken right there on the floor, in the shower, up against the wall, anywhere!

She touched her lips and felt the phantom of remembered pressure lingering on them still. She moved over to the bed and sat down. She began to remove her clothes, folding them carefully and stacking them neatly. She suddenly felt like a nervous teenager, primping and smoothing, so worried about the thought of her own body but exhilarated by the thought of his. The prospect of exploration - new terrain, with its own warmth and heartbeat, to discover, hands and mouth travelling new routes; new hands to guide to long forgotten places, to search out her hidden weak spots and map her unique topography - was exciting to her. The feeling of awakening, the ecstasy of being wanted, the electricity of skin on skin, the completeness of fulfilled desires. She wanted and needed these things; it had been such a long time, such a bleak time and she needed to feel like a woman again.

She heard the water shutting off as she was taking off her jeans and was sitting in her mismatched bra and panties when he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He quirked an eyebrow and laughed a little. She immediately thought that he was laughing at her in her semi-nakedness and folded her arms across her chest, trying to cover up as much as she could. Sure her choice of underwear was not very sexy, admittedly, but it wasn't like she was planning on showing them to anyone when she had put them on. She felt her cheeks redden with a furious blush, part anger and part humiliation.

"Hey darlin', whatcha doin?"

"I really don't know..."

She stood up, turned her back to him and fumbled for her jeans. His arms were around her waist before she could properly unfold them. He kissed her shoulder.

"You're not thinking about putting them back on are you? I was hoping you'd be wearing a whole lot less for what I've got planned."

"I think this may be a mistake."

She really didn't want it to be a mistake, but her pride was hurt and she wanted to feel less vulnerable so she turned in his arms and pushed them off of her. He let go with a look of defeat.

"If that's what you think then I respect your decision. I ain't forcing you to do anythin' you don't wanna do."

"I do want to, but..."

She could see in his eyes the confusion, then the realisation hit and he was full of remorse.

"Oh shit, S'cuse me... You think I was laughing at you? Oh, no sweetheart, no. I was just surprised, I thought I'd have to do a lot more work getting you stripped is all. I'm real sorry, darlin'."

He put his arms around her again and moved closer until she could feel the press of cold denim and damp towel against her belly. She threw the jeans away and they landed in a crumpled heap in the corner. He laughed and stroked her back.

"You forgive me, little lady?"

"Hmm... I don't know. You have been a very, very bad boy." Her smirk made him smile, but then he affected a look of remorse.

"How will I get you to grant me forgiveness? Shall I perhaps try to make up for my sins by...?"

She didn't catch the rest of his words because she was squealing and wriggling out of his grasp, as his roaming fingers were tickling her relentlessly. She got away from him, but she didn't get far as he tackled her and threw her onto the bed. She struggled under him, giggling and writhing, squeaking and fighting. He eventually gave up the assault when she was too tired from laughing to keep up the battle. He clambered off of her and realised that he'd left his towel behind. She lifted a corner of the wet material and shook it at him.

"I believe this is yours."

"You can keep that, I have million others at home."

He winked, and flexed his bicep, posing like he was a muscle man.

She rolled her eyes and he took the opportunity to bend over and kiss her mouth, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She reciprocated, opening her mouth slightly. She plunged her hands into his wet hair, tugging gently. He moved his hands slowly and confidently over the soft skin of her belly and sides, trailing upwards to the strap of her bra where he hooked his thumbs under the elastic material and slid his hands underneath, stroking her ribs. She broke the kiss and sat up, his hands sliding from her body. She repositioned herself so that she was kneeling in front of him, one knee between his. She wrapped his arms around herself again and pressed up close to his chest, feeling his body respond to hers; his hardening cock was pressing against her thigh and his heartbeat was quickening under her hand. She felt his hands begin to explore her back, hips and butt as she stroked his shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss, her arms circling his neck.

She nipped his bottom lip between her teeth, and then ran her tongue along it. He groaned into her mouth so she opened hers further, inviting his tongue in. As they kissed deeply she felt his hands encounter the clasp of her bra and felt his breath hitch slightly as it came undone as if he were waiting for her to stop him. She just smiled as she sat back from him; her arms unfurled from around his neck like a flag and she slipped the material off, throwing it into the same corner as her jeans.

"I oughta ask, Missy, but do you have protection?"

"I'm on the pill." The lie slipped out as easily as any truth would have, but she didn't feel the same twinge of guilt as she would have if she had lied about anything else. "Do you want to use extra contraceptives? I know I'm safe, if you are."

"That's cool, darlin', I'm as safe as houses. Anyway I didn't exactly plan for this to happen so I'm fresh outta extras."

He looked relieved and she laughed.

Growling, he lowered his head and nuzzled her breasts. The stubble that flecked his cheeks grazed over the soft flesh and she whimpered at the feeling, the tingling it produced. He kissed where he could as he moved his head back and forth, rubbing his rough chin over the sensitive, warm skin then finding her nipple hard, he teased it, sucking and swirling with his tongue. She rode down hard on his thigh as she moaned, pushing her hands into his hair to keep his head in place. He nipped the taut little bud between his teeth, and just as she hissed out a sigh he soothed it with a lick and then turned his attentions to her other neglected nipple.

Caught up in sensations, she hardly noticed that he had begun to rock forward slightly, pushing his growing erection harder against her hip and he sighed. He let his hands trail down from her hips until he was cupping her thighs, pressing up gently so she would follow the momentum and kneel up and she did. She let go of his hair and brought his face up to hers, kissing him gently but lightly, little butterfly kisses over his mouth, cheeks and eyes. He lowered her gently back into the pillows, following her down with kisses of his own along her jaw and neck, until he was lapping at the salt sweetness of the skin at the hollow of her collarbone.

She was skimming her hands along his sides feeling the hardness of muscle under his warm skin when he stopped her hands with his, bringing them together in his own hands he grinned at her as she looked down at the impressive shaft that bobbed between his legs, he followed her gaze with her hands.

"I have an idea."

He had a mischievous look in his eyes when he said this. He directed her hands to his cock and held onto them as she wrapped them around his length, using his own to guide her as she stroked the turgid flesh; she watched him unfold in front of her as his hands moved hers slowly; he was swaying slightly, his hips rocking gently, in no hurry to get off, just enjoying the pressure and steady pace of her hand encircling him. He let her hands go and she kept up the rhythm he had set, just adding a little twist when she reached the head, he groaned and she watched his hand rake back through his hair, she loved to watch him, he looked so handsome with his mouth open in a half-moan half-pant, his eyes rolling back in his head. She had to lean forward and capture those glistening lips with her own, each time she pumped she would let go of his lips so she could hear the stifled little huffs of pleasure he was making, they were sharing each other's breaths, little wet popping sounds every time they broke apart; her hands never ceased in their ministrations until she felt the shaking in his straining muscles and stilled her hand. He groaned in protest, but smiled into her kisses.

"Damn, darlin', that was close."

He sounded to her like a starving man, who after being denied an entree, was being shepherded agonizingly slowly toward the buffet table; he knows what's in store and cannot wait to gorge himself, but he's still disappointed he's not getting appetizers.

Wriggling out from underneath him, she stood up and shimmied out of her panties, making sure to make a show of it; running her hands from ankle to hip of one leg then the other, then dancing a little as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband and wiggled her butt out of the material and quickly stepped out of them as they hit the floor. He was intently watching the movement of her legs and ass as she removed the last piece of clothing between them, watching as her skin rippled and flexed, and she felt just a little self conscious of her lumps and bumps, she kept herself in good shape and her skin was nearly flawless, but everyone had problem areas that they didn't like. She stopped caring about her own body when she realised that his stare wasn't judgemental but predatory, he looked about ready to eat her with a spoon, and a growling feral grin was all the warning she got before he launched himself at her and threw her to the floor.

He knelt between her knees and dragged her by the hips a little closer to him. She felt the sting of the burns on the back of her elbows as the rough carpet sloughed off a few layers of skin; she hissed in momentary pain and the thoughts of the marks it would leave in the morning. All was forgiven though when she felt her legs being pushed roughly apart and his teeth found her inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive flesh there. She gasped just a little as she felt his hands spread her further, the rush of cool air against her now exposed centre, all too soon replaced by the searing heat of his breath. She whimpered as he dipped his tongue experimentally into the soft wetness, letting it dance over the reactive flesh and flickering languidly through the peaks and valleys of her folds, tasting her as he edged closer to her centre.

She was breathing hard as he zeroed in on her clit and when he lapped at it like a thirsty dog she moaned, grabbing at his hair and tried to force him closer. He sucked the little nub between his lips and she cried out, writhing below him, desperate for more contact. She had raised her hips off of the floor and was bucking slightly, so he ran his thumb over the small bundle and with a rubbing movement he increased the pressure until he could feel her shuddering, and then when she was close he thrust his tongue inside her so he could taste her as she came into his mouth. He heard her panting sigh as she rode out the wave of her release, slumping back down to the floor. In her hazy post-orgasmic bliss she saw him sit back on his heels and suck the pad of his thumb into his mouth surreptitiously; closing his eyes as if sampling the best dish on the menu and loving it. She felt the tension of the day melt away from her and a bone deep weariness crept over her, but as soon as he bent down and kissed her, slow and full, and she could taste herself on his lips and tongue she felt the spark of arousal rise in her again.

She wondered how many times she'd feel the spark rise tonight?

A/N: clicky clicky = more lemony goodness... next chapter is the pay off... ;)