I spot your car in the driveway as I pull up to the farmhouse and experience a brief feeling of disappointment that I didn't get here before you. Very brief however, as other feelings start to crowd in around me.

After skirting the issue for so long and then finally reconciling myself to the idea of talking to you about it, I'm not sure I know how to feel about what happened at The Beacon earlier. Shifting my legs, I know, however, how my body feels about what happened.

I can feel myself blushing just thinking about kissing you and remembering how it felt to have you move against me. Closing my eyes, a small sound of distress breaks free of my chest as I recall, vividly, what I said to you right before we left the conference room.

Fumbling my way out of the car, I let the cool mid-morning air brush against my overheated skin as I walk slowly to the front door. Here, in the bright sunshine with the solid reality of our home looming in front of me, I feel nerves start to skitter across my body. It was easy enough to skip right over talking when your body was warm and pressing against my hips, your mouth moving along my…okay, not helping.

I hesitate at the front door, resting my forehead against the cold wood. Maybe I should talk to you first. I jumped in with sleeping Frank and we both know how well that turned out. I'm not sure I'm ready to take that leap again. With you. A woman. God.

Taking a few steadying breaths, I square my shoulders and get ready to walk through the door. Before I can put my key in the lock, the door swings open and there you are. You are breathtaking. Smiling, you reach a hand out and gently pull me through the threshold. Using my other hand, I close the door behind me and drop my bag on the floor.

You tangle your fingers loosely with mine and lead me to the living room, turning around until you are leaning up against the back of the couch. Grabbing my other hand, you rub your thumbs slowly against the backs of my fingers.

"Hi." Your smile and your voice are shy and I immediately feel some of the tension ease from my body.

"Hi."

Releasing my hands, you slide your hands around my waist and lock them around my lower back. "Fancy meeting you here. I'm glad you could clear your schedule."

"Well, I had nothing really better to do so…" I trail off as your hands tighten and pull me closer to your body, the tops of your thighs bumping against mine. "I figured I could at least come see what you wanted."

The last word is said on a low moan as your thumbs have started to press against the muscles in my back, slowly massaging the rest of my tension away. Your smile is soft and engaging and I bring my hands to cup your jaw, leaning up to place a quick kiss on your lips.

"That's so considerate of you, Natalia. But I really don't want to keep you from any other pressing engagements."

"It's okay." Taking a deep breath, I slide my hands slowly down your neck to rest just above the swell of your breasts. "You can keep me."

Your eyes search mine for a long moment, understanding blooming beautifully across your features. "I can, huh?"

I can feel your heart pounding beneath my fingertips and, for some reason, this calms me. It feels so right to be here in your arms like this. Moving my hips, I settle myself closer between your legs. "Yes. If you want me."

"If?" Your hands leave my back and reach between us to grab my hands again. Placing a wet kiss to each palm, you push your hips against me and ease me back until I am pressed up against the side of the staircase. "I want you."

"Right now." Holding my hands at my sides, you brush your nose against the skin below my jaw.

"Tomorrow." Your open mouth cruises over my chin and I can feel my breathing start to increase.

"And the day after that." Slowly, your lips slide across my own and I whimper into the kiss. Your mouth is warm and your tongue is soft as it glides against mine. My arms ache to bring you closer to me but the more I try to tug them from your grasp, the tighter your hold gets.

"Olivia." Pleading, I break the kiss and try again to pull my hands from yours. "Let me touch you."

Your eyes flutter closed briefly at my request but you still don't release my hands. "Not yet. There's something I've been dying to do first."

Without another word, you lean into me and ravish my mouth, your kisses setting off a very distinct tingling between my legs. There were many days I wondered what it would be like to be kissed by you, to really be kissed by you. Nothing in my experience could have prepared me for this. Just your tongue sliding against mine is making me wetter than I can ever remember being and I can feel my body starting to strain against being held immobile.

Right before I think I can't take it anymore, you bring my hands to the railing, curling my fingers around the balusters. "Don't let go."

Reflex has me tightening my fingers and the sharp shock of desire has me keeping my arms there. "But, your bed is…"

"Upstairs, I know." Your lips curve into a smile and I swallow hard as your hands trail down my upraised arms, waiting one charged moment before grabbing my shirt and yanking it open, sending the remaining buttons to scatter across the floor.

I see the hunger in your eyes and the modest part of me, ingrained since my teenage years, tries one more time to move things to a more respectable location. "Olivia, why don't we take this to your bedroom? It's the middle of the day. Anyone could decide to stop by and…"

"No." Your voice is husky and almost frantic as you undo the front clasp of my bra. "Here first. I can't wait anymore. Here first…please. I can't breathe for wanting you, Natalia" The last part is muffled against my skin as you place open mouthed kisses against my neck.

Your hands race up my stomach and claim my breasts, your palms rough against my nipples. You're driving me crazy. "Kiss me." My lips are seeking yours before I even finish my request and my chest heaves as your hands knead my breasts in time with your tongue.

I hear the creak of the wood as my hands struggle to keep their grip, instinct pulling them towards you. Your hands leave my chest and wrap themselves around my fingers, allowing your body to press completely against me. Again, my system is jolted by the feel of your thighs, muscles flexing beneath soft skin as you start to rock your hips.

My skirt is preventing you from truly being against me and I groan in frustration. You pull back and search my face, the blush on your cheeks darkening the green of your eyes. "What is it?"

"I can't feel you. Take this off of me." Moving my hips hard against you, I beg you with my body, obeying your earlier plea to keep holding on to the stairs.

Pushing back from my body, you pull the zipper down, your fingertips slipping below my waistband. Kneeling before me, you slide the skirt and my underwear down, guiding my legs until you can toss them to the side.

Looking down my body, I feel my insides clench, my center throbbing in time with my racing heartbeat. My shirt is hanging open, the edges of my open bra barely visible against the blue fabric, and I'm naked from the waist down. All of that might have been enough to make my breath catch in my throat as a feeling of wantonness floats like a drug through my system.

But that's not what has me ready to crawl out of my skin right now. Right now, the image of you kneeling before me, fully clothed, your gaze raking over my body like a rough caress, that's what has me ready to explode.

I may pull each baluster from the railing before you even touch me.

You're breathing through your mouth and I watch, helpless, as your warm hands slide over my hips. Your thumbs press against my hipbones and I'm finding it harder and harder to keep watching you. I have the overwhelming urge to just close my eyes and let your touch surprise me. But, to close my eyes means I would miss the way you look as you touch me and I really don't want to miss that.

"Natalia, the things I want to do to you." Your fingers grip my waist hard and I feel another flood of wetness as I realize you've reached your breaking point. I've wanted this for so long and you've been waiting for this for so long and I just don't think I can wait any longer.

"Do it." Your eyes find mine instantly and I arch my back in surrender, pushing my center closer to you. "Do it...do it…Olivia, I want you to…" Whatever I was going to say is cut off as a low groan rumbles through my chest.

Without warning, you push up from your kneeling position, one hand going to the baluster between my hands while the either brushes along the soft hair between my legs, made damp by my desire. Keeping your eyes on mine, you slowly slide your middle finger through my wetness.

Back and forth, teasing my hips to follow the rhythm you're setting, you move your hand against me. Turning my head, I press my lips against your bicep, biting lightly as the tip of your finger gets closer and closer to my center.

Tilting my hips, I invite you touch me harder and meeting your eyes, I watch you as you finally slide inside me. Your warm breath washes over my face as you exhale hard, a line of concentration forming along your brow. Moving slowly, I rock my hips against your finger, learning to accept the feel of you pressing deep inside me.

Unable to hold on any longer, I drop my hands to your shoulders, sliding one hand to grab tightly to your forearm. Letting my head fall back, I release the moan I was trying to hold back as I feel your lips make their way across my chest. I can hear the sound of you moving inside me and soon it's joined by the soft sucking sounds of your mouth moving against my nipples.

I'm not going to make it. Nothing can feel this good for this long and not kill you. Your mouth is hot against my nipples and as I continue to move my hips, I can feel my wetness against my inner thighs. Incredible.

You raise your head and bring your lips to brush against mine. "Is this okay?" Your question throws me considering I'm barely holding on to my sanity but it hits me that this is the first time for you too. A wave of tenderness rushes through my need and I kiss you softly, tightening my grip on your forearm.

"Yes, Olivia." Sliding my fingers down your arm, I press against your wrist, forcing your palm to brush harder against the most sensitive part of me. "Yes, baby. Like this…just like this."

Keeping my eyes open, I watch as you bring me pleasure. Your body is moving in perfect counterpoint to mine and the sight of you still in your skirt suit, your finger inside me and my wetness sliding against your hand is just the push I needed to tumble headfirst into the sharp drop of my orgasm. The release is so quick and hard that I can't even make a sound. My body tenses and pulses and, trembling, I curl my body into you, soft groans and grunts being released against the side of your neck.

Your hand drops from the stairs to hold the back of my head against you, your other hand slowing and finally coming to rest, cupping me softly as you support my weight against the stairs. Wrapping my arms around you, I try to get my breathing under control, letting the aftershocks ripple across my stomach.

Leaning back, I kiss the corner of your mouth, smiling into the kiss as you turn your head so I can kiss the other side. "Olivia…"

"I know."

"No, you don't. You really don't." I bring my hand to brush the hair back from your face, struck again by your beauty. Running my thumb across your bottom lip, I grin at you. "But you will."

"Yeah?" A hint of shyness coats that word as it falls in a breathless whisper from your lips. Keeping my thumb pressed against your mouth, I push down gently and open your lips to my kiss. I let my tongue sweep inside and burn away any lingering doubts rolling around that pretty head of yours.

I know you better than you know yourself and despite the passion you just showed for me, there's a part of you that feels unworthy of accepting my passion in return. It's why you had to be in control all the time today.

Oh, Olivia, I'm going to enjoy every second of breaking that control and making you accept this beautiful thing between us.

I kiss you a little deeper and a little faster and accept the force of your body as you push me back against the wall again. Everywhere our bodies touch, I can feel the silky fabric of your clothing and I'm desperate to know what it will feel like to have you naked and pressed against me.

Bracing one of my hands behind me, I push off of the wall with enough force to make you stumble back into the back of the couch. Your mouth is bruised and swollen and your eyes are questioning my abrupt action. I smile at you and step closer, brushing the backs of my fingers against the hardened peaks of your breasts.

"We need to go upstairs to your bedroom." While I talk, I grab the bottom of your camisole and, never breaking eye contact, lift it up and over your head. Breathless, I let my eyes wander across your newly exposed flesh, lingering over your bra-encased breasts. I can see your nipples through the pale fabric of your bra and I stifle a moan. Remembering how it felt to have your mouth on mine, I'm overwhelmed at the thought that I'll be able to do that to you soon. Licking my lips, I wonder what it will feel like when I bring my mouth to your…

"Natalia." My name sounds dangerously close to begging and looking into your eyes, I'm shocked at the amount of desire aimed in my direction. Your hands are fisted at your sides and I can sense the turmoil bubbling just beneath the surface. I know what kind of passionate person you are and I don't want you holding anything back from me. Everything has always been take, take, take with you.

It's time you were taken.

"Upstairs." Indicating the stairs with a small nod of my head, I look you right in the eye and continue. "I want you naked, Olivia. Naked and open, just for me."

I don't know where these words are coming from but as I watch the pulse pound against the side of your neck, I let go of my modesty and embrace the sexual tension buzzing around us right now. The power of it hums across my skin like a live wire, feeding the passion within me.

Reaching forward, I grab your hand and pull you behind me. Stepping over my skirt, I turn and start to head up the stairs. It registers, suddenly, that I am only wearing my open button-down and bra and that you are only in your bra and skirt.

Here we are, in the middle of the morning, half dressed and heading upstairs to make love. Snapping quickly on the heels of that thought, a sharp tingling spreads from my chest down over my stomach to settle within my wetness. Preoccupied with this feeling, I don't feel my foot catch the front of one of the steps until my hands are braced in front of me to catch my fall and your hands are splayed across my waist, trying to keep me upright.

For a second, neither one of us move and I let out a small relieved laugh, glad that I didn't hurt myself falling against the steps. Bent at the waist, I go to push off with my hands, determined to get you upstairs and onto that bed.

Suddenly, I feel your hands start to slide very slowly around my waist to the back of my shirt, lifting it higher until I feel cool air against the skin of my lower back. I hear you groan behind me and my stomach drops, every nerve ending in my body fluttering awake as the vulnerability of my position hits me.

Oh God. A surge of embarrassed panic pushes me to try and turn around but I only get as far as standing up before your voice stops me. "You are so fucking beautiful." That one rough word is enough to have me freeze, acknowledging the shift of control with a moan as your hands grip my shoulders.

Gently, your fingers curl around the open collar of my button-down, sliding shirt and bra down my arms. I hear the snapping of your own bra and the delicious slide of fabric against skin. The sound of clothing dropping over the railing reaches my ears and I can feel myself starting to tremble.

To be standing in front of you like this but unable to see you is wreaking havoc with my nerves. I take a breath to speak but lose it violently as your fingernails run lightly from the tips of my shoulder blades to the backs of my thighs. "You look so good, Natalia. You don't know how many days I watched you at work and wondered what it would be like to undress you and see you the way I'm seeing you now."

With my chin falling towards my chest, I have no choice but to reach out and brace my hands against the wall and the railing, as your words wash over me. Closing my eyes, I give myself over to the sensations pulsing through my body, biting my lip as your hands glide low on my waist.

Without shame, I let go of my quest for control and surrender to you.

I feel your warm breath seconds before I feel your lips gently kiss the dip in my lower back. My hips jerk in reflex and your hands tighten their hold. Keeping me immobile as your mouth slides further down, kissing across the swell of my ass and ending with a soft bite to the side of my right hip.

Your tongue sneaks out to retrace your path, lingering over the lowest point of my back. Each pass of your tongue is causing a rhythmic tightening between my legs and my hips start to rock within the grip of your hands, helplessly seeking more contact.

You are moaning louder than I am and I can feel each exhalation as you brush your cheek across my lower back, pausing to turn your head and bite lightly, marking my right hip again.

Soothing the mark with soft passes of your thumb, you use your other hand to turn me gently on the steps to face you. Taking a shuddering breath, I open my eyes to meet yours and see desire, dark and dangerous, swirling in those green depths. Without looking away, you step up until you are flush against my body and the sensation of your warm chest pressed against my nipples pulls a quick, low moan from me.

Freeing my hair from its ponytail, your nails scrape across the base of my skull, tangling my hair between your fingers. I wrap my arms around your waist and despite the intensity of the moment, I place a soft kiss against your lips. I've never known a need like this for another person before and even while the power of it races like fire through my veins, I feel the warmth of it settle inside me.

Love. Like tinder catching and flaring, my feelings for you flicker and burn, illuminating the path my heart has been blindly following all along.

Softly and slowly, I kiss you. My lips sliding along the wetness generated by our tongues, the taste of you filling my head with curiosity. Your hands cup the back of my head and the kiss starts to go from gentle to not so gentle within seconds.

Reaching one hand back, I grab your wrist and bring your hand between us. Entwining our fingers, I place one last kiss on your lips. Leaning close to you, I nuzzle the side of your neck and bring my lips to your ear, letting my tongue trace its delicate curve.

"Olivia?"

You shiver against me and I can feel the stirrings of unbridled lust start to awaken again. "Yeah?"

Turning around, I walk up the stairs, holding your hand behind me. "We're going upstairs now."

"Why?" I hear the playfulness in your tone and it makes me smile. Stopping in front of your bedroom, I push the door open and pull you into the room. Letting go of your hand, I walk back to the door and close it softly.

"I said I wanted you on your bed, naked and open. And…" I stop, walking over to stand directly in front of you.

"And what?"

"You're going to give that to me. Right. Now."

I let my hands caress the side of your hips as I make my way to the zipper of your skirt. I'm distracted by feel of your breasts against me as my arms go around your waist so it takes a few seconds for what you just said to register.

I pause with your skirt halfway down your waist. "What did you just say?"

You grin at me and take advantage of my hesitation to shimmy out of your skirt. Sitting back on the edge of the bed in just your underwear, you cross your ankles and lean back on your hands. "I don't know if I want to give it to you. What kind of girl do you think I am anyway?"

Oh, you want to play. I let my eyes look you over from head to toe, lingering on your mouth, your full breasts, the apex of your thighs, even your pretty feet. Walking forward, I move until I am straddling your legs, placing my hands on your shoulders for balance. I feel a tug of triumph as your eyes narrow and your breathing picks up.

"I know what kind of girl you are, Ms. Spencer." Your smile grows wider and deepens the crinkles around your eyes that I love so much. "More importantly, I know that you do want to give yourself to me. Ask me how I know."

You lean a little closer to my body and start to run your hands from my knee to my hips. Trying to distract me. God…it's working. Taking a deep breath, I try to keep control of the situation when all I want to do is rub against you like a cat.

Bringing my hands to the side of your face, I let my thumbs trace your bottom lip. Your cheeks feel warm against my palms and I smile at the blush my touch is igniting. Pursing my lips, I kiss you flush against your mouth, holding you to me to increase the contact. I trail my lips across your cheek to whisper in your ear.

"Olivia, ask me how I know that right now, you want to be naked with my hands all over you."

Your hands grip my hips hard and I feel your warm breath against my neck as you turn your head into my shoulder but you don't still answer me.

Pressing my knees to the bed, I push up and straddle your waist, groaning as your lips automatically brush across the tops of my breasts. I run my hands across the lightly defined muscles in your upper back and shoulders, bringing my lips to your ear one more time.

"Ask me. Unless that's really not what you want and I'll stop. We can stop and I'll just go downstairs and make us some lunch. Do you want that?" I slow the touch of my hands on your back and drop them to my side.

You almost unseat me as your hands push my shoulders back, sliding roughly across my neck to tangle in my hair. I have enough time to grab your wrists before your mouth is savaging mine, your teeth and tongue and lips burning like a fever against me. Over and over your tongue pushes against mine, the grip against my hair almost painful. I welcome the pain as your kiss threatens to shatter me where I sit.

Suddenly, you break the kiss and I'm left panting, my hands holding tight to your forearms. Your eyes search my face intently and I'm laid bare in that moment. You press a hard kiss against my lips and then your hands are on my shoulders, pulling me down to you as you fall back to the bed.

We both groan as our nipples brush against each other. Your pupils are dilated, making the green of your eyes dark with need. "Natalia, I want you. I want you…I want this. You're driving me crazy. Tell me."

While you spoke, your hips started to press against my center, rocking harder with each word falling from your lips. I rest one hand above your head and brace most of my weight on that arm. Sliding my body to one side, I keep my thigh pressed against you and let my other hand trail over your warm skin.

My eyes are drawn to your nipples, hardening further under my gaze. Delaying my answer to you, I lean down and tentatively kiss just the tip of your nipple, gauging your reaction before I move any further. With one hand pressing hard against the middle of my back and your other hand grabbing the nape of my neck, I have my answer and licking my lips, I pull your nipple into my mouth.

Your response is immediate and your moan drowns out my own. I feel an ache flare low in my stomach as the reality of what I'm doing hits me. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in the sensation of sucking you, my other hand sliding to knead your other breast, feeling the nipple pebble and press against my palm. Your skin feels so soft against my lips and I can't believe how hard your nipples are.

With a final lick, I pull my mouth away from your chest and slide my hands slowly down your stomach, feeling a surge of pure female satisfaction as your muscles tremble against my hand. "I know that you want this…"

"Yes?" Your voice is barely audible, as your whole body tenses, waiting for me.

"Because I know…" Resting my cheek against your chest, I look down to where my hand is hovering right above the waistband of your underwear.

"What?" Urgent, the word leaves your mouth and you punctuate your question by digging your nails into my shoulder.

Sliding my fingers under the damp fabric, I bring my fingers to rest against your dark curls. "How wet you are right now."

I take a deep breath and willingly cross that line from friend to lover and slip my fingers through your wetness, gasping at how hot you feel against my fingertips.

The events of this morning have caught up to you so there is no gentle exploration, no time to adequately process how soft and swollen you are or how slick and wet it feels inside you. There is only you holding my wrist, your fingers on the back of mine, your hips rocking, rocking frantically against the joined pressure of my palm against your tight bundle of nerves.

My arm straining, I push up to hover above you, watching as your beautiful face is transformed by pleasure. Locking my hand, I let your hips dictate the pace, groaning deeply as I feel your legs open wider. Your underwear is keeping our hands pressed tight against you and I can feel the tension building in my forearm. I start to pull my hand back to remove that final barrier from having you totally naked but your fingers tighten against me.

"No…no…please. Don't stop. I'm close." Your voice is raspy and pleading and pushes aside my own discomfort as I redouble my efforts, matching you groan for groan as your hips start to move faster.

Your back is arched and your head is thrown back against the pillow but your eyes track to mine as I whisper urgently to you. "This is what I wanted. This, right here, with you. This is all I ever wanted." The revelation causes a twinge somewhere in my subconscious but I force it away for now. Now is not the time to think about the consequences of loving you like this.

Now? Now is the time for….this.

Kissing you deeply, I keep my mouth engaged with yours as your wetness coats both of our hands and your hips strain for release. Pulsing, I can feel you pulling against my fingers and if it's even possible, you get wetter and then, on a shocked gasp, you're pulling me tight against you. With your mouth buried against my neck, your orgasm crashes over you in waves of shuddering breaths, groans and soft profanities.

Next to hearing my son's first cry, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming as my body is pressed tight to you, our hands resting against your pulsing center, your thighs trembling and rocking gently still.

With great reluctance, I slide my fingers from inside you and place my thigh against you, ranging myself above your body. Your hands settle on my waist and for a few moments, all we can do is look at each other.

A smile breaks through the contemplative look on your face and you pull me down for a tender kiss. "I know."

Grinning back, I reward you with a longer kiss this time. "Now you do."

"You know what else I know?" You trail your hands soothingly over my back and I stretch like a cat under your ministrations.

"What?"

"If you don't feed me the lunch you promised me, I'm going to starve. Those numbers just weren't enough."

I pause for a moment, searching your face for a clue to alleviate my confusion. "Numbers?"

You just keep stroking my back and grinning at me when suddenly it hits me. "Olivia!"

Your laughter rings out in the room and somewhere downstairs, a dragon smiles in response.