Chapter 2: The heat before storm.

As Inuyasha's mouth touched hers, an instant, damn near electrical surge pulsed inside him. Kagome's lips parted for his tongue and she sighed into him. Inuyasha twined hers, tasting, exploring, defining. Heat spilled through him and Inuyasha held her tighter, closer, sweeping one hand down to her behind and pressing her tightly to him, easing the pain in his own throbbing body.

Kagome groaned and fed his hunger. She held him, stroking her hands up and down his back, and all he could think was, he wanted her skin on his. Flesh to flesh, heat to heat, hard to soft.

He needed.

Damn it, he didn't want to need, but there it was, clamoring inside him.

He tore his mouth from hers and ran his lips along her jaw, then down the column of her throat. She shivered and he felt it. She sighed and he echoed it. She was everything.

She was center.

He tasted the pulse beat at the base of her neck and smiled at the ragged beating of her heart. He tasted her, nipping her flesh, sweeping his tongue across her skin.

"Oh God … "

Her whispered, broken words fed the flames within and Inuyasha straightened up, moving his hands to the back of her neck. He found the hook-and eye closure of her uniform's dress and, with a quick flick of his fingertips, released the distracting uniform's dress. He stripped back to admire the view as the bodice of her uniform dropped away, freeing her breast.

Her nipples peaked and he smiled hungrily, already wanting to taste her, to suckle her.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tweaking, teasing, and tugging until she rocked on her feet unsteadily.

"Okay, that's … good. Really good."

"Glad you approve."

"So far? Oh yeah." Kagome opened her eyes and looked up at him blearily. "But I think you're wearing too many clothes."

"I think you are right." He reluctantly let her go and stepped back. Then he held up one finger. "Don't move."

"Don't think I can," she quipped, "so, not a problem."

Inuyasha tore off his jacket and shirt, feeling her gaze lingered over his body. She heated him through.

He stepped back close, pulled her up against him, and, just for a minute, enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressed against him. "You feel even better than you look."

"Same goes," she murmured, dipping her head to kiss his shoulder, his neck, his throat. Her teeth nibbled at his skin and every cell in Inuyasha's body tightened.

"I want you so bad," he admitted. "Didn't expect to."

"Gee, thanks," she said, chuckling softly.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah I do." She pulled back and looked up at him.

With the moonlight behind her, her eyes were in shadow, but Inuyasha didn't need to read them to know what she meant when she said, "I feel the same way. You kind of sneaked up to me. Not sure what I feel about that."

"Me, neither."

She nodded and slid her palms slowly up his chest, defining every muscle, testing the feel of his skin against her own. Until finally, she hooked her hands behind his neck and pushed herself closer, tighter to him. "But we can talk about that another time, right?"

"Oh yeah," he agreed, releasing a shaky breath. "No talk right now."

She squeaked when he bent and picked her up, swinging her into his arms.

Kagome inhaled slowly, deeply, and Inuyasha couldn't help but watch her truly exceptional breasts rise and fall as she did. He then carried her to the wide, king-sized bed, and dropped her onto the mattress from such a height she bounced once or twice before settling. When she had, she propped herself up on her elbows and unabashedly let him look his fill.

He joined her on the bed and lowered his head immediately to take first one of her nipples then the other into his mouth. He tasted her thoroughly, swiping his tongue across each pebbled surface until she moaned and writhed beneath him. He ran the edge of his teeth over her skin, tormenting her, torturing them both. His hands traveled up and up the length of her legs. Just bare, warm, smooth flesh. Higher, higher, as he tasted her, his hands explored her. Up her calves and along the inside of her thighs, higher, higher, to the center of her.

Then he cupped her.

"God help me," he whispered as he pushed first one finger, then another into her depths and watched her eyes widen.

She groaned and lifted her hips into his invading touch.

His thumbs caressed the small, sensitive bud of flesh at her center and she moaned.

He moved, pulling his hand free of her body despite her groan of disappointment. He shifted position until he was kneeling between her legs.

She lifted her head off the mattress and watched him as he lifted her legs and laid them across his shoulders.

He slipped his hands beneath her bottom and scooped her high off the bed.

"Surprise," he said and covered her with his mouth. Her scent filled him. Her taste flooded him. He sucked at her core, running his tongue over her sensitive flesh until she twisted in his grasp, grabbing fistfuls of the lacy spread beneath her.

Again and again, he licked her, exploring her with his mouth, discovering what made her shiver, finding the secrets to her body. His hands squeezed the soft flesh of her behind and held her steady when she continued to rock her hips helplessly under his tender assault.

Mouth, tongue, teeth, he sent her to the edge again and again, only to pull her back and leave her dangling helplessly on the cusp of completion.

"Inuyasha," she finally cried brokenly, "you son of a bitch, if you don't finish me, I'm going to have to hurt you."

"You'll just have to hurt me, then," he teased, pausing just long enough to look up at her. Her eyes were wild, her breath frantic. "Because we won't be finished for a long time."

"You're killing me here," she whispered and reached for him.

"I'm just getting started."

"Inuyasha, I want – "

"I know just what you want," he said softly, then dipped his head to send her back to the edge of oblivion. He knew now just where to devote his attention. Knew when to move faster, slower, knew when to lick, when to nip, and this time when she climbed to the peak, he gave her that final nudge she wanted so desperately. He felt her body quiver in his hands as she whimpered with the release quaking within. And as the last tremor rocked through her, he eased her back down onto the bed, then reached for her uniform and pulled it down and off, tossing it to the floor behind him.

He stared, looking his fill, and in the moonlight, she glittered. His mouth watered and his breathing hitched.

Sex.

Sex in the moonlight.

She was all that and more.

So much more, he didn't want to think about it.

She stared up at him in the moonlight and watched as he pulled away from her and stood up. Kagome braced herself, and tried to read his eyes. But the silvery moonlight filling the room created shadows, not clarity.

He undid his belt and stepped out of the rest of his clothes. Kagome's stomach jittered and her mouth went dry. His body was long and leanly muscled and tanned. Apparently, all the Kendo practices had do wonders to his body.

Tossing his shoes and socks, he came back to the bed, kneeled beside her and looked down directly into her eyes. He cupped one of her breasts and Kagome sighed. She cupped his face in her hands and smoothed her thumbs across his sharp cheekbones. "Show me what you've got."

Minutes passed, drifted one into the other as Inuyasha took Kagome on the most amazing ride of her life.

Boy howdy.

Never challenge a Kendo player.

Although, she thought as he slid his palms along her body with the assurance of a master pianist stroking the keys, maybe a challenge could be a good thing.

She tipped her head back into the mattress and stared up blindly at the shifting, moonlit shadows on the ceiling. Inuyasha's hands were everywhere, his fingertips exploring every curve, every inch of her body.

He touched her and she lit up inside.

He tasted her and the fire within became an inferno.

Lips, tongue, and teeth assailed her body and she gave as good as she got.

She scraped her fingernails down his torso, flicking her thumbnail across his flat nipples until he groaned and flipped her over, pulling her body atop his. Then hands at her hips, he slid her up and down his length, meshing their bodies until friction alone was soul-shattering.

She kissed him, taking his tongue into her mouth and delving his with her own, tangling them together in an erotic dance of temptation. Of expectation. Anticipation.

His mouth was fabulous.

And talented.

And …

He broke the kiss and trailed his tongue down the length of her throat, sliding his hands between their bodies to tweak her nipples.

"You've got some moves on you.'

"I keep telling you … "He grinned up at her.

"But I've got a few of my own," she countered and pushed herself up until she was straddling him.

"Show me what you've got," he murmured, grinning up at her.

Kagome laughed. She went up on her knees and looked down at him. His brown eyes were glassy, hazy with need, with hunger, and she loved it. Loved seeing his desire for her.

Straddling him, she swayed, as if to music only she could hear, and let the moonlight spotlight her. She ran her hands along her own body, up and over her belly and up her rib cage.

He ran his hands over her thighs, all he could touch, and watched her hungrily.

She took that hunger and fed it. Sliding her hands higher, higher, she cupped her own breasts, let her head fall back while she played with her nipples, squeezing, touching, tweaking.

His grip on her thighs tightened reflexively and she felt the imprint of each of his fingers like tiny candle flames pressed to her skin.

Her body quivered, tingled and hungered.

She kept swaying over him, lowering herself just enough to skim her center over the very tip of his hardened length.

He gasped each time she dusted past him, leaving him wanting more. But still she teased him, pushing him as high as he'd taken her moments before. Her hands on her breasts, her fingers at her nipples, she slowly, slowly, slid her hands higher, up her chest, along her neck and into her hair. Then she rocked her hips in silent invitation.

"Damn it, that's enough," he growled, and reached for her, slamming his hands onto her waist.

"Not nearly enough, Inuyasha. Not nearly," she crooned, tasting each word, caressing each syllable.

"Now, Kagome," he muttered thickly.

One look at his eyes and she knew she'd taken him as far as she could without destroying both of them. The need on her own body quickened.

"Now," she agreed and slowly, lovingly, lowered herself onto his length. She took him inside, inch by tantalizing inch, drawing out the pleasure for both of them until she felt as though she were about to burst.

He clenched his teeth and dug his fingers into the flesh at her hips, holding her down, pulling her hard against him, pulling himself higher, deeper inside.

Kagome groaned and moved over him, grinding her hips against him, creating a delicious friction that sparked new flames within. She lifted both arms high and stretched, arching her back as she moved on him, rocking swaying, setting a wild , fierce pace that thundered in the silence around them.

Cool ocean air rushed into the room, dazzling their hot bodies with the sweet kiss of the chill night. Moonlight played on their naked skin and shifted shadows around the room.

But all Kagome could see was Inuyasha.

His eyes.

Watching her.

His jaw tight, rigid with control.

She felt his body inside her, aching, pushing, stroking, and she wanted him higher, deeper.

He dropped one hand to the spot where their bodies joined and Kagome held her breath, not sure if she could stand one more sensation ricocheting around inside her.

Then he touched her, and she knew if he didn't keep touching her, she'd scream. He caressed that one, tender, fragile spot that held so much fire. He stroked her and she whimpered.

"Inuyasha …" Panting now, gasping for air that wouldn't come, she groaned his name again, helplessly caught in a whirlwind of her own making.

"Let go," he said, his voice harsh, strained. "Damn it, Kagome, let go."

"I can't …" she laughed shortly, but ended on another groan as she shook her hair back from her face, moving on him, riding him, rocking him.

"Don't want it to end," she admitted, licking her lips, feeling the challenge in speaking at all when every ounce of concentration she had was focused on what was happening to her body.

He touched her harder, stronger, stroking, coaxing.

"God Inuyasha," she shrieked. She heard the high-pitched tone of her voice and winced, but couldn't help it. "Oh God, Inuyasha. Don't stopdon'tstopdon'tstop …"

"Come, Kagome," he urged her, voice soft, low, intimate and husky with the want she felt pulsing around them. "Come now and we'll do it all over again."

"Promise?" She laughed and wept and groaned at the same time as the first tremor shot through her system, stealing what was left of her breath.

"Promise," he ground out, pushing his body hard into hers. "Now go over, damn it, and take me with you."

She did.

And while she wailed his name and shivered atop him, Inuyasha followed blindly over the precipice and tumbled with her into a black void filled with stars.

"I've never met a more hardheaded woman," Inuyasha said, minutes, hell, maybe hours later, when he finally managed to find his voice again.

"Mmmm…" Kagome practically purred as she lay boneless on top of him. "Stubborn," she murmured. "I prefer stubborn."

His hands slid up and down her back and then down to her behind, touching, caressing, squeezing. He couldn't seem to touch enough of her. He'd seen every inch of her body now and all he wanted to do was start over at the top and work his way down again.

He'd never felt like this with anyone else. Before tonight, he'd never imagined himself not only laughing during sex, but arguing, for God's sake – and having to badger a woman into an orgasm by promising her another.

A promise he intended to make good on as soon as the paralysis faded.

She wiggled against him and his body leaped into life again.

Okay, so much for paralysis.

"You've got some great hands on you."

He laughed. Again.

"You are not so bad yourself," he said and rubbed her behind, just watch her close her eyes and purr again. She dipped her head to kiss his chest and something inside him quickened.

His heart?

No. It can't be. He can't fall in love with her. Well, you would know why later.

This was just pure lust. Grade A lust.

"So," she said when she raised her gaze to meet his one more time, "I remember someone promising me another ride on the love train."

He grinned. "Is that right?" God, she had him panting again.

Flipping her quickly onto her back and looming over her. Inuyasha let himself drown in the blue of her eyes. Then she wrapped her fingers around his erection and gave him a gentle squeeze and he went temporarily blind. She slid her fingers up and down his length in delicate strokes.

As she touched him, he cupped her center, and watched her eyes roll back as his fingers manipulated her sensitized skin. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He saw each dazzle reflected in her eyes. Felt her climb, felt her tension mount, felt her control.

And he knew she was stubborn enough to hold on forever to keep him from "winning" their little game.

Shifting over her, he tasted her nipples again and again, suckling, drawing deep on the tender flesh until Kagome moaned and twisted beneath him, arching her body into his mouth, silently demanding more.

He gave her more. Over and over again, he tasted every inch of her body, and when he'd finished, he flipped her over onto her stomach and kissed his way down her spine. She moved like a satisfied cat, stretching and sliding beneath his touch, moving into his hands, groaning and moaning.

Inuyasha smiled against her skin and used his hands to caress her body while his mouth sent her higher than she'd seen before. Not enough, he told himself and wondered if he would ever have enough of her.

She looked at him over her shoulder and licked her lips. "Inuyasha…"

He slipped one finger, then two, into her depths and watched her eyes roll back. "Yeah?"

"I surrender," she whispered and rocked her hips into his hand as her climax hit her hard and fast.

"Me too," he admitted, his voice hardly more than a breath.

Everything in him tightened. He moved over her, spread her thighs and entered her fast and hard. She groaned, went up on her knees and opened for him, welcoming him. He braced his hands on her hips and held her steady while he shoved himself home, giving her everything he had, everything he was. He moved with her, following the rhythm she set, and knew that a binding, heart-stopping release was only moments away.

Her tight, damp heat surrounded him as he felt her body convulse around his and he gave himself up to the inevitable. Holding her, he jumped into the yawning abyss in front of them and took her with him as he fell.

A few minutes later, they were both lying on their backs in the moonlight, struggling for breath.

"I can't feel my legs," Kagome muttered thickly on a half-strangled laugh. "That can't be a good thing."

Inuyasha snorted. "My legs are good, but my arms are gone."

"Great. Together we make one whole person."

"One whole very happy person."

Turning her head on the pillow, Kagome looked at him, and even in the pale light, Inuyasha saw her eyes shining in the shadows. Amazing eyes, he thought, really amazing. And her hair, long and ebony, tousled around her face, lying across her breast, tempting him.

Then she smiled.

"What?" he asked.

"I… I love you."

Inuyasha looked at her with eyes opened wide. Then suddenly, he gave an evil smirked.

"So you love me heh?"

Sensing the change in atmosphere, Kagome got up sitting on the bed, pulling the lacy sheet along to cover her top.

"You don't remember don't you, Kagome?"

Puzzled, Kagome continued to stare on.

"I'm that little boy whom you hit and shouted at me for being a weakling," spat Inuyasha with menace in his voice as he stared coldly at Kagome.

Kagome gasped as memories of a certain boy who was bullied by a gang of children. Kagome was there to help him, but in turn scolded him after that and slapped him, trying to get him to be brave and not a coward.

The heated night was gone in seconds, replaced by coldness and silence filled the cool room.

This is a super long chapter, well lemon chapter. I read this on a story book. Thought I would change a bit and add in here. Well, thankz for reading. It will be a happy ending don't worry. :P