Author's Note: I wanted to take a moment to say thank you for the encouraging reviews and also to apologize for the delay in posting an update. Now for a note on this chapter, you may notice that I used both the formal and informal names for Reese and Carter I just hope you'll catch on to why I did that. Enjoy and please review.

The moment their lips touch it had been like flipping a switch, which opened a floodgate of emotions within both John and Jocelyn. For John it invoked feelings he had thought he would never feel for another person, feelings he hadn't felt since Jessica. With Jocelyn it was something similar. She hadn't been with a man since her husband had died three years prior. No other man had interested her that is until the mysterious John Reese had walked into her life. She was attracted to him not just physically but in ways she couldn't even fully comprehend. The kiss deepened but neither pushed further than their dueling mouths. Both had kept their hands in respectable places, his gripping her neck and hers gripping his arms.

John didn't want to end the kiss, he fought against the need to breathe just to stay connected to Jocelyn, but the need for air was too great and he pulled back. Jocelyn gasped for air as she stared at him with wide eyes and swollen lips. John inwardly kicked himself as he looked at her, and he felt like a brute for grabbing her and kissing her the way he had. There was one thing that he had come to learn about Det. Carter, she didn't like being manhandled. He had opened his mouth to apologize but Jocelyn cut him off with a question that stunned him back into silence.

"What's wrong?" She questioned as she self-consciously brushed at her hair which had begun to unravel thanks to Reese's attentive fingers. Reese reached up and removed the hair clip completely and her hair fell down in a cascade of curls to frame her face.

"Nothing's wrong, it's just…I probably shouldn't have grabbed you like that and kissed you like I did." Reese apologized even as he eyes locked on to her lips and his brain cried out for him to kiss her more.

"Oh…well its ok. I mean you didn't hear me complaining, did you?" Carter replied around a coy smile. A sly smile spread across Reese mouth as he shook his head no. "But you're right we probably shouldn't be doing this." She continued and John averted his eyes, bowed his head a bit, and nodded. "I mean knowing you I'm sure someone has called the cops already, and the last thing either of us needs is to get caught making out at a crime scene that probably has your prints all over it." Carter half joked and Reese gazed at her with a crooked smile on his lips.

"Ok, I'll take you home then," Reese said as he started the car. He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face after noticing the wide eyed look on Carter's face. He knew that she probably took his statement to take her home as a response to her rebuttal about making out at a crime scene. He knew her words we're an invitation to go back to her place and finish what they had started, but he could see that he had thrown her off her game so he just let his words marinate.

20 minutes later in front of Carter's home

"You didn't have to walk me to the door," She said around a giggle as she unlocked her front door.

"Contrary to what you might think Detective, I am a gentleman," Reese stated with that smirk of his that always seemed to infuriate and entice Carter, as he lingered on the top step, not fully standing on the porch area.

"Well that's good to know, because I thought you were walking me to the door in the hopes that I would tell you that Taylor's away for the weekend and invite you in for a nightcap." Reese had to swallow down his reply which was 'yeah I was hoping'. Reese didn't trust himself to speak so they both stood rooted in their spots silently staring at one another for a long moment before Carter spoke again. "Sooo…would you like to come in?" Carter asked as she smiled shyly at Reese. "Taylor is away for the entire weekend so I wouldn't mind some company." Reese smiled so wide he flashed some teeth as he stepped up onto the porch and then followed Carter into her brownstone.

Jocelyn tried to steady her breathing to slow her heart rate as she moved to the table in her foyer where she placed her purse and keys. She moved slowly while purposely keeping her back to John. When she heard him close the door and flip the deadbolt she turned to face him and suddenly stumbled back a bit against the table when she found him standing right in front of her.

"You have got to teach me those ninja-like moves sometime." She half joked as she nervously lifted her right hand and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Uhm…so would you like something to drink?" Jocelyn offered as she stared up at John.

"No," He replied as he continued to tower over her and into her personal space, not that Jocelyn minded.

"Are you hungry?" She asked.

"Very," John replied and Jocelyn watched in awe as his eyes which always held a predatory gleam, shown with what she knew was lust. The idea that she had invoked such a reaction in this man thrilled and excited her, but it also terrified her because she knew exactly how deadly this man could be.

"Oh…well I…I cooked earlier and I have plenty left over I'll go heat you up some," She turned and moved with the intention of going to the kitchen, hoping she could get a moment to calm her nerves and catch her breath. Before she took two steps she felt John's right hand grasp her right wrist and then felt his strong left hand settle on the left hip, as he pulled her back against his hard sculpted chest. Jocelyn let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

"I'm not hungry for food," John stated making his intentions clear as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss against her neck and then another one on her shoulder. Jocelyn's eyes rolled closed in ecstasy as her head fell back to rest against John's chest. "I want you Jos, but do you want me or do you want me to leave and never mention this again?"

"Yes, God yes," Jocelyn panted out. John smiled against her shoulder where he had been placing another kiss.

"Sorry detective but I need you to be a bit clearer with your answer." Jocelyn pulled away from his grip so she could turn in his arms. She immediately reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him into a deep, sensual kiss. After a moment Jocelyn pulled back and smiled up at John.

"Is that clearer for you?" She asked and in response John picked her up and moved them into her living room, while she recaptured his mouth in a kiss. He had already memorized the floor plan of the brownstone on a previous visit that Carter hadn't known about, so he found his way with ease even with his eyes closed and his attention fully focused on the taste of the woman in his arms. Once they reached her sofa he ended their kiss and set Jocelyn's feet back upon the floor.

"We can still stop if you're not sure." John offered even as his head screamed for him to 'shut the fuck up!'. Jocelyn threw him a seductive smile as she shoved him which caused him to fall back onto the sofa just behind him she then kicked off her heels, hiked up the skirt of her dress and then straddled his lap. John instinctively gripped her hips as he leered ravenously at her breasts which were now at eye level.

"Shut up and unzip me." Jocelyn commanded and John swiftly moved his hands to her back and unzipped her dress. Jocelyn pulled the top for the dress down and John swallowed down the water that had filled his mouth at seeing the red satin bra that overflowed with her breasts. He yanked the bra from her left breast and leaned forward and latched on. He suckled, licked, and nipped at the supple nipple. "Ughnnn…"Jocelyn gasped out and then moaned as her head fell back a bit as pleasure shot from her breast down to her center. Each time John flicked his tongue across her painfully hard nipple it sent an electric shock straight to her engorged clit. "Oh God," She cried out and rested her chin atop John's head while gyrating her hips against his lap. "Oh God," Jocelyn said again as she yanked back from John's mouth and pulled up her dress to cover herself. John was momentarily baffled and thought that maybe she was having last minute regrets, until he followed her gaze over his shoulder. John leaned his head back some for a better view over the back of the sofa to the large bay window that was just behind them. Standing just outside the window was Finch who was looking in at them.