You can't stop loving or wanting to love because when it's right, it's the best thing in the World.

When you're in a relationship and it's good, even if nothing else in your life is right, you feel like your whole world is complete."

Keith Sweat

David Rossi walked around the opulent hotel suite, making sure that everything was "just right". He had quickly planned this evening in between the early morning flight to San Francisco, the lecture, panel discussion, and book signing at the Law Enforcement Consortium, and his limo ride back to the Fairmont Hotel, where he'd had their reservations upgraded from adjoining rooms to a two bedroom suite. He returned to the hotel first, feigning a headache and advised the concierge that once Denise returned, she was to be escorted to the suite.

Which should be, he hoped, any moment. He thought he'd taken care of everything. Champagne was chilling in an ice bucket out on the balcony. Dinner would be delivered shortly after her arrival and the rest of the night was up to him.

They'd said very little about last night, there wasn't much time to sit and talk. But there was something different to their interactions, a touch here, a smile there, a glance across the room. All of it told him that she was still interested in taking things from the friendship stage to a more intimate level.

Now, sitting on the balcony, over looking the view of San Francisco harbor, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. After all, what did he have to offer her? He'd had three disastrous marriages and more affairs than he cared to think about, although, in the past few years, he'd had very few. After the break up of marriage #3, he decided that emotional attachment was over rated and that the physical aspect of things was very nice, it was not always worth the risk to one's heart.

He distrusted the women who knew who he was, as he feared, that like wife #3, they were after him for his money. He knew that wasn't the case with Denise. She knew exactly what he was worth, but she'd known that for years. He believed that she was really into him, although, he couldn't imagine why.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Denise's voice, "Dave, what did you do?"

Walking back into the suite, he found her standing in the living room, with a smile.

"A suite? You know McNeil did NOT approve the budget for a suite."

"Screw McNeil," he dismissed, "This is on me."

She nodded, dropping her purse and brief case onto a wing chair; she walked further into the room. "Very nice. Thank you."

"I figured that since we head back to DC day after tomorrow, we should spend our last two nights in style." He stepped to her and took her into his arms. "And that we can explore what we touched on last night…"

Denise smiled, "Explore, huh? I like that." She leaned in and kissed him softly. "I was hoping you were still interested."

"I'm very interested," he replied, kissing her again. "Dinner will be here momentarily, then, after we've had a good meal…we can move on to…bigger and better things…"

"Smart man, make sure we're well nourished," she laughed.

XXXXX

"So," Denise said, stepping out onto the balcony, "Dinner was amazing…desert was just unbelievable…"

Rossi smiled, holding out his hand to her. "I thought you'd like the chocolate mousse."

"I did," she agreed, taking his hand. "But, my favorite part was the company."

He pulled her into his arms, "I'm glad you said that."

"You really went all out for me," she blushed, "Do you always go out for women whose pants you want into?"

Rossi laughed, "I told you last night, I want more than that."

"Dave…" she blushed a deeper red. "I really don't know what you see in me…"

"I see a beautiful, smart, caring woman," he said, ending with a kiss. "And before you say anything, I am not feeding you a line…"

"How did you know…?"

"I could see the doubt in your eyes," he simply said.

"I forget what you do for a living," she mused. "Sorry."

"Just know this, I may have, in the past, used a line to seduce a woman…but not a woman that I cared to see a second time…"

"And you care to see me a second time?"

"I believe I would," he smiled, running his hands along her arms.

"Let's see how this first time goes, huh?" she smiled, "I don't wanna disappoint you…"

"I doubt you would do that." He leaned in and kissed her. "Shall we take this inside?"

XXXXX

For the first time in years, David Rossi was nervous. It had been a long time since a woman had gotten under his skin like Denise had and he wasn't about to let her slip away.

He thought back to his last few sexual encounters and where he was sure the women were satisfied, he honestly wasn't paying too much attention to their pleasure. As is the norm with a one night stand, it was hot, emotionally unattached sex. That wasn't what he was aiming for tonight.

The sound of her voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked down to where she lay, naked and warm on the bright white sheets.

"Dave?" she said, a smile on her lips, "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Never," he returned, his voice sure as he bent and placed a kiss on her collar bone. "I'm trying to decide which part of your body I want to focus on first."

She laughed, "Oh really?"

"Really," he replied, tracing his fingers along her neck, to the top of her breasts, "I could start here…" he said, bending and placing a kiss to each breast, before pulling back and tracing his hand down along her stomach. "Or I could start here." He bent and placed a kiss to the soft skin of her stomach then pulled back and continued the journey with his fingers. "I would start here," he mused, his fingers straying to the neatly trimmed dark hair of her pubic mound, "But what fun would that be?"

She softly moaned as his fingers lingered a moment or two longer than was necessary, before traveling to the skin of her thigh.

"You're going to torture me," she said, with a smile.

"Torture is not in my plans," he dismissed, taking her left foot in his hands and massaging it. "Pleasure is what I'm aiming for."

"Mmm…that feels so good," she sighed, as he worked his way from her foot to her calf.

"It feels good for me, too," he went on, working his way to her thigh.

This drew a doubtful look, "Oh, you almost had me there, Dave," she laughed.

"I'm serious," he insisted, bending and placing a soft kiss on her lips, "See, my goal is to give you as much pleasure as possible tonight and that will give me pleasure as well."

"So, the profiler is a voyeur as well?"

He thought for a moment. "I guess in a way, I am…but I'm also a bit selfish."

"Selfish?" she gasped, as his hands massaged her breasts.

He kissed her again, "I'm going to drive you so wild that when I do make love to you, it will be explosive…for both of us."

"You sound sure of that," she said, as he worked his way back down to the skin of her stomach.

"I am…"

XXXXX

Denise woke slowly, dimly taking in her surroundings. As she gazed around the hotel room, the evening's events brought a smile to her face. She stretched out on the bed and was surprised to find herself alone.

"Dave?" she called, sitting up. Hearing no reply, she got out of bed. "Dave?"

She listened and was rewarded with the sound of his voice from the living room. Spotting his black dress shirt on the floor, she picked it up and slipped it on. As she buttoned the shirt, she walked out into the living room.

He sat on the sofa, his back to her, talking on his cell phone. "No, Hotch, it's not a problem. I'll meet you in Nebraska by lunch time tomorrow. Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it. The team needs me there, I'll be there. Get some rest. Good night."

He flipped his phone closed and looked at it for a moment, then turned and found her standing there. His grimace turned to a smile as he stood up. "Did I wake you, Bella?"

"Your absence did," she lightly said, then nodded at his phone. "Agent Hotchner called?"

He nodded, "I need to meet the team in Nebraska."

Denise nodded as he stepped to her and took her in his arms.

"I'm sorry…"

She placed her fingers on his lips, "No apologies. You caught a case and that's where you're needed."

"But you…"

"I will be waiting when you get back," she replied, replacing her fingers with a kiss.

He smiled, "You will?"

"After last night?" she laughed, "Hell, I'd already fallen for you before we slept together but after that? I'd be a fool to walk away."

He kissed her deeply, "You've made me a very happy man, Denise."

"And you've made me a very happy woman," she returned, "Now, go do what you need to do and come back and do it again, okay?"

"I don't have to be to the airport until 7 am," he leered, backing her to the bedroom, "I think we could do it again tonight."