A/N: WOW. Well it's evident you all enjoyed the last chapter and the majority of you liked the changed up format. THAT makes me VERY happy. As I said, it's all prewritten, just divided up. And I hope you all like this chapter. It is rated M for a reason. So all you little kiddies, stop here or forever hold your peace. It's a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG chapter, but I think you'll be happy at the end. One more and it's done.

Dedicated to: the first reviewer of the previous chapter MARNIC. Thank you for your kind words and thanks for making me smile. And, of course, Stardust for the best review of like all time. Also try and play I spy. You might be pleasantly surprised.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were.

Previously:

Her hand rests over my heart for a moment and I put mine over hers, answering the silent unasked question I see in her eyes with a delicate whisper, "Yours."

I press my lips to her, and in an instant everything that's been weighing on my mind is gone; and then I felt peace.

"Mine," my lips echo his sentiment against his lips as my palm presses into his muscular chest, feeling his heartbeat under it.

He is mine, and for the first time in my life, I believe it. Others have told me that their heart belonged to me, but there's always been doubts that plagued me at their admittance of that, hence my no men rule; but Mac is different. As far back as I can remember, he has been the exception to all my stereotypes about men; okay, not all, but a good majority. As his lips move down my neck, murmuring my name, I know that this entire fiasco is some gift from some God up there, or planets aligned for me, or something, because nothing has ever felt so right; it's well overdue, no doubt there, but it's so god damn right that I can't figure out how we haven't ended up here before. How did we let so many years go by without realizing how perfect this could be? His hands guide my top up my abdomen, over my chest, then over my head and drop the material on the floor, before returning to the skin of my abdomen. His rough hands and calloused fingertips are gentle as they caress every inch of skin exposed to them and tenderly trace my rib cage before creeping a little higher and gliding over the lace covering my chest.

"Beautiful," he mutters as he watches his hands move over me.

I've never seen his eyes this color before; never seen him this open before, and it's a side of him that I want to keep around. I love how uninhibited he is as he explores my skin, giving me lust induced goose-bumps and grinning as he sees the physical reaction my body is having to his actions. His eyes flit up to mine, as one hand slides into a cup and cradles a breast, massaging gently then teasing the pebbly bud between his thumb and forefinger. He grins as I whisper his name and drop my head back to the fridge's cool surface; my vision impaired by the black lashes at the end of my lids, but the visual in front of me is stunning none the less. Mac Taylor, in my kitchen, shirtless, and his body betraying his need for me. My hands reach forward, and I loop my index fingers in the belt loops on his work pants, giving him a small tug to feel his body flush against mine as I arch my hips towards him, assuring I need him just as much. "Mac… God…"

He smiles and leans his lips to my ear. "So, I'm a God now?"

He grins against my cheek as I let out a breathy chuckle and press my hips to his again, "I'll let you know at the end of the night."

It's his turn to chuckle now, and he pulls back, gliding the backs of his fingers down my cheek and studying me with those intense blue eyes glowing with something similar to stardust. "Goddess…"

I smile at him and lean up, pressing my lips to his as I speak softly against them, "Your Goddess."

There is nothing hotter than a woman telling you that they are yours; but when she said against my lips and I felt each movement of those full plump lips, I swear I had to lock my knees to keep from buckling. No one has ever made me putty in their hands; not Peyton, not even Claire. They were safe about sex and stuck with the clichés that all women think men need, no- WANT, to hear. Stella's different; she's the exception to every preconceived notion I've ever had about women. To be completely frank, I don't think I've ever been more grateful to hear that something, or someone, was mine. I pull back from her mouth and trace her chest once more before my hands glide to her back and pop the fastener on her bra, letting the flimsy piece of lace and satin fall from her slender figure, before my mouth takes the place of my hands; licking, sucking, tasting, teasing, and gently biting the soft mound and hardened rosy bud. She whimpers and I glance up, watching her capture her full lower lip in her pearly whites as her palms press into the fridge behind her; I love seeing her like this and hearing each sound she makes.

I switch sides and continue to worship her torso, giving her the attention she craves and knowing that no matter who she's had in her past, I want to be the one she has from here on out. I hold back my chuckle as her hands capture the sides of my head and give gentle shoves downward, trying desperately to guide me lower on her. My hands grip her wrists and pull her hands from my head as I move up her body. The soft whine she emits and the needy pout on her lips are nearly enough to make me go down to my knees and give her what she wants right here, but I won't. I've waited a long time to get her like this and I'll be damned if I'm going to do this anywhere other than a bed. Those green eyes beg me to give her the release she's desiring and I know that I can't resist her, I don't think I'd ever want to. I lean in and speak against her temple, "Bedroom…"

Her eyes are a darkened emerald when I pull back and I follow her to her room. It's exactly how I've always pictured the intimate space; classically elegant and yet full of personality and culture, just like her. She heads into the room, leaving me at the door frame and gazes at me over her should with a mischievous grin. I watch the muscles in her shoulders and arms move for a moment and then grip the door frame tight as I watch her guide the tight black denim pants down her hips and over the curvy womanly ass, then letting them fall the rest of the way down her long tanned legs. My grip tightens on the wall as she bends over and eases them off her feet with her shoes, and I have to force my mind to think of anything other than how much I want to throw her down on the bed right now and make her scream my name. She climbs onto her bed and kneels there, crooking her finger at me, "Maaaaaaaac…"

I close my eyes and grit my jaw for a moment, fighting to get control. She looks so completely erotic there, kneeling on her bed, caressing her own chest and calling to me. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but somehow in all the mistakes I've made in my life, I must've done something to earn a gift like this. The fabric of my work pants tightens as she drags her fingertips down her chest and abdomen to the waistband of the black lace adorning her nether regions, and I can't stop myself from rubbing my open palm against the bulge for a few moments while her fingertips disappear into the black lace; that glorious Grecian goddess wants me, and I realize that I am the luckiest bastard on this entire planet. I send a silent thank you to heaven and take long, purposeful strides to the side of the bed, standing next to the mattress.

God help me, but I don't know how I'm going to survive this. The look in his eyes is full of intensity and power and I know that all the sexual tension and flirting that's been building for over a decade is about to finally come to fruition. His hand grasps my wrist and slides my hand from my panties, my fingertips glistening with my arousal. He brings them to his lips and drags the tip of his tongue along them, licking me clean before wrapping his free hand around my neck and pulling my mouth to his. Our teeth click at the impact and my arms weave tightly around him as he pulls my body to his roughly and holds me solidly against him. Electrical charges surge down my skin as our bare skins maintains contact, but there's still an issue that I need to deal with. I pull back as much as possible and grab his belt with my hands. My voice is raspy as I speak to him, "You're overdressed Taylor…"

His lips curl upward as he leans back to let me undo the belt and pants and give them a shove downward. I swear there is no better view than watching him bend over and shuck his pants, shoes and socks before returning to me in the tight black boxer briefs. His arousal is evident and my hand is eager to experience him. I push the cotton blend off his body and wrap my hand around his long thick member, moving in slow strokes while biting and sucking his shoulders and upper chest as his hands once again find refuge in my curls, "Stella…"

I can barely breathe, let alone speak as her hand moves over me time and time again and then it stops and just as I open my eyes to look at her, I feel a wet, warmth cover my manhood and feel her teeth drag over me. I'm convinced, I'm going to die, right here, right now. She moves over me with skilled precision and I have to force my mind to think about Sinclair or paperwork, whatever I can to not focus on the pleasant torture of her mouth and throat taking me deep as she can and then pulling back to the head of my member. After several moments, I cave, there's no way this can continue, or the fun will be over before we even get started. I guide her back slowly and lay her down, legs hanging over the edge of the bed as I kneel down and pull the lace off her legs, revealing the soft folds of her womanhood and the wetness that is there; her physical show of desire for me.

If I could make copies of him and sell them I'd be rich. What he's doing right now, the way his tongue is moving over my nether region and flicking that tiny bundle of nerves, I know women would pay good money for it. He's not only good with his hands he's fabulous with his mouth, and as his fingers tease then slide into me, I realize I didn't give him enough credit; he is FANTASTIC with his hands. My lips silently form his name and I hear myself gasp and whimper as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, "Mac… Mac, please. I need…"

Her hands are reaching for me and as my fingers plunge in and out of her warmth, her hot arousal coating them, I lick her slit once more and then kiss her lower abdomen, "You need what Stella?"

I look down at him, situated between my legs and caress his cheek with my fingers, "You."

His fingers slide from me and I feel my body ache for a replacement for them, and then I'm looking up at him and he's asking a silent question with his eyes.

She nods, and I can't help but kiss her; I offer another silent thank you to Heave for the birth control pill and pull back from her, guiding her to lie fully on her bed, staring at her body and letting her look for a moment before climbing onto the bed and guiding her legs open for me.

I hiss as he drags his member along my slit once, then twice, "Mac. Don't tease… I can't… handle it. Please…"

She's begging. I've brought Stella Bonasera to begging for me; I must be a God if I'm capable of such a feat. I lean my body over hers and slowly press into her, groaning her name against her temple and grunting softly as her nails bite the skin of my lower back. I'm not going to complain though, I will proudly wear the marks of this encounter, of ANY encounter with her. "God Stel…"

He is everything I've wanted him to be, and yet so much more; his movements are slow, calculated at first, the gentle sign that he's letting my body adjust to him. Again, I praise God for letting the planets finally align and wrap my legs around his waist, letting him glide into me deeper and whisper softly but demandingly, "Harder… Faster…"

"I don't… I don't want to hurt you." His eyes are looking down into mine and I can see the final straw of control that he's holding onto.

I hold his eyes as I caress his cheek and speak breathily to him, "I trust you," and then the final straw snaps and he grants my request, his body moving on mine hard and fast and his soft grunts mixing with my quiet cries and moans. He pants my name softly and I feel the sweat on his forehead splash onto my skin as he takes me every which way he can, giving me the opportunity to appreciate him from every angle. I am the luckiest woman on the face of the earth. I whisper his name as he lays me back on my back and lies over me for the home stretch, "I want to look into your eyes."

I never expected this, her and me, here like this but once the opportunity was extended, I couldn't say no. I want to make sure that she remembers this, remembers me, and that no one can ever compete with me. I want to be the best, and judging by the sounds she's made thus far and by the number of times I've made her say my name, I'm doing a damn good job. I'm close now though and I want those eyes to be locked onto mine as I take us over that final cliff together; I want to see her fall into oblivion as we find that release together. I know she's not far off and as she drags her nails down my back and whispers my name once again, and her internal muscles clench my member, I'm granted my wish. Her green eyes cloud over and I can almost see fireworks explode in her eyes as she whimpers my name, I follow almost immediately after, satisfied that I got to see that.

I can't move. Not that I'm in a rush, but I can't move. I can't feel my legs, my arms, nothing; the only thing I can feel is his weight on me and his breath on my chest as he calms down after our intense session. He lifts his head and tucks a tendril behind my ear, "You're beautiful…"

He leans up and kisses me once more before sliding out of me, then rolls onto his back, pulling me up to him and letting me rest my head on his shoulder as my body spoons his side, my fingers tracing his chest and dancing over the scars there, "You're a God."

He chuckles and kisses the sweaty mop of curls on my head muttering softly while his hand captures mine and our fingers entwine, and then I felt complete.

A/N 2: Reviews are God too. LOL