This is it, the last and final chapter. Hope y'all will enjoy this as much and the first two. Again, thank you so, so much for your reviews.Sorry for the delay. I totally forgot about this fic! I guess my mind was totally clouded by the sexiness of Snow Day:sigh: I'm still not over it yet...lol!

To SallyJetson, thanks, honey!You are so wonderful and really helpful!

All mistakes are mine and no one else's


"Please." She pulled him closer with her thighs, unbuttoned the remaining buttons of his shirt before tossing it behind him. "I need you."

He closed his eyes, panting. "You have no idea how long I have waited to hear you say that. You drive me fucking nuts."

She giggled, and rubbed her breast against his chest. "Good 'cause I can't wait."

He took one last taste of her, then lunged to his feet. Hurriedly stripping off his jeans, he watched her watching him. The look on her face, her eyes darkened and smoky with desire, her breasts heaving with every breath were enough to make him come right there and then.

He appreciated the sight she made; sprawled in his bed, and thought how right she looked there.

Mine.

She came up to her elbows, but fell flat to the bed again when he moved over her, hooked her thighs in his arms to spread her legs wide, and slid smoothly inside her body.

"God, Linds," he groaned. "You're so tight. And hot. I don't want to hurt you."

He thrust deeper and pushed her legs higher so that he was deep, so damn deep. She couldn't chose the rhythm, couldn't alter the depth or change the angle of his thrusts.

He was in control.

He pushed deeper and she gasped.

He gazed into her eyes. "You like that? You want more?"

She reached up and caressed his lips. "All," she said in a breathless whisper.

He took her at her word and drove deeper, harder inside her.

He released his hold on her thighs to brace her feet against his shoulders, slid his arm beneath the arch of her back and pulled her tighter.

She gasped with each heavy thrust.

He was riding her too hard.

She was too small and tight for this hard rhythm but he couldn't slow down. She had shot all his self-control and judgment to hell.

"Fuck, Danny!"

He heard her broken cry and shuddered at the sharp bite of her nails on his chest, marking him.

Who knew his country girl could be so wild and possessive in his bed.

He grinned at the thought because he felt the same way about her. He wanted to mark her all over, so everyone knew she belonged to him.

That no one else could have her.

He had never felt this urge, this need to conquer a woman before but that was exactly how he felt now.

He wanted to keep her here, in his arms, where she belonged.

He wanted to protect her.

He wanted to be the one to make her feel safe.

He wanted his face to be the one she saw first when she woke up and the last when she said goodnight.

He couldn't bear the thought of her being with someone other than him.

He lunged heavily into her and she gasped.

He knew she was close to release.

"That's it, Linds. Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me."

Crying out, her body arched like a bow, her tight cunt clenching around his cock in a violent orgasm.

His eyes didn't leave her face, watching her closely as she screamed out his name as she came.

She was un-fucking-believable, fucking gorgeous.

Watching her come like that for him was enough to burn him alive.

He couldn't make this last, nor did he want to.

Teeth clenched, muscles straining, he held himself deep and spent himself inside her.

Every single drop.

Boneless, he fell atop her. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, and inhaled her scent deeply. He noticed a red, bite mark under her ear, left by his teeth.

His heart swelled from an emotion he couldn't describe.

He found enough strength to murmur, "You're with me now, Lindsay Monroe. Now, and always."

To his relief, she didn't say anything.

He raised his head to look at her face and smiled softly.

She was already sound asleep.


Writing a sex scene was harder than i thought! LOL!