DISCLAIMER: These beautiful characters unfortunately do not belong to me. They belong to the fantastic Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing around with them….and using them for my own pleasure.

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A/N: Sorry I didn't get this up when I promised. But its here now. YAY.

Eyes Like Yours

Chapter Four - Whiskey Kisses

BPOV

"The view really is beautiful," he whispered. "Up in my room," he quickly added as his breathe dusted across my cheek.

"Uh huh," I really couldn't speak.

"Do you want to see it?" he asked.

He wasn't talking about the view.

I could have been standing there for hours staring at Anthony after he'd asked me that question, but it was probably only about ten seconds in real time. So, he wanted me to go up to his room with him. Instead of accepting his offer, I just stood there like a friggin idiot.

"Huh?" I finally managed to speak.

Anthony laughed at me a little before asking me again. "Do you want to come upstairs to my room?" he said a little slower. "There's some whiskey in my mini-bar, so we could have another drink……………or we could do something else," he arched one of his eyebrows at me with a smirk on his face.

My insides tightened. My throat grew dry at the realization that he had just pretty much asked me to sleep with him. Well, I'm pretty sure that's what he was intending on.

The real question was now; was I brave enough to go with him, or was I stupid enough to turn him down. I wasn't the type of girl who would usually do something like this. But all the other guys I had met didn't look like Anthony. There was also the fact that this guy was a stranger. I'd barely known him for two hours. But there was something about him that made me feel like everything would be okay. That I would be safe with him.

So what the hell?

Why not? Why shouldn't I allow myself some fun. I have this totally delectable man standing before me, offering to take me back to his hotel, where he would no doubt, do amazing things to me. So, I'm gonna go for it. I deserve some fun. And I'd probably never get a chance with a guy like him ever again.

"I'd love too," I smiled at him.

He grinned back and held his hand out for me to take. I took it; no hesitations whatsoever.

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EPOV

I thought she was going to turn me down. I really did.

I think I'd made my intentions pretty clear, so she had to have known the reason why I was inviting her up. It wasn't all about sex; truthfully I just wasn't ready to say goodbye to her yet. There was something about this girl that just drew me in. If I was ready for marriage and kids, she'd be the type of woman I'd want that with.

After leading her into the hotel, we made our way to the elevators. I waited for the doors to close and pushed the button that would take us to my floor. My room was almost at the top of the building. It was on the level under the penthouse slash honeymoon suite, and I was being serious when I said my room had a great view. It was the reason why I'd taken this room, and it was the reason I also took this room every time I spend a night in Seattle.

"Your room must be really nice if its at the top," Izzie remarked when she noticed the button I pressed.

"Yea, but if I knew I was going to have company I would have accepted the Penthouse suite they offered me earlier today," I smiled as I squeezed her hand.

"Nah, a room is a room. As long as its comfortable, it shouldn't matter how big or nice it is," she shrugged, as she stepped out of the elevator when it came to a stop and the doors opened again.

"I love how down to earth you are," I complimented her. "It's refreshing to be around someone who isn't impressed with shiny things," I added.

She laughed as she spoke. "Well, you shouldn't expect anything less from a girl who has a hippie for a mother," she said.

"Ah," I chuckled as I tipped my head. "Here it is," I slipped my card through the lock and opened the door to my room. I flicked on one of the lights; dimming it a little before bringing Izzie into the room behind me.

"Not bad, not bad," she nodded her head as she dropped her purse down on the couch. "I like it".

"Go check out the view and I'll grab us a drink," I gave her a gentle push across the room towards the glass doors that would take her out to the patio.

As I grabbed some glasses, I watched as she pushed the door open and stepped outside. I slipped my jacket off and strung it over a chair before pouring the whiskey into the glasses and joining Izzie out on the balcony.

She accepted the drink graciously, and took a mouthful. She choked a little before letting out a whoosh of air.

"Good?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Smooth," she managed to say before laughing out loud. "Sorry, but I haven't drunk whiskey in a while," she explained.

"I can get you something else," I offered as I turned to go back inside.

"No," she reached out and grabbed me. "I like it," she pulled me towards her and leant up to place a soft kiss against my lips.

She pulled away from me and looked back out over the balcony. "You were right, the view is beautiful," I noticed a smile peak at her lips.

"What, did you think I was making it up," I gave a her quick elbow in the side. Not hard of course.

"I thought you were just using it as a means to get me up here so you could take advantage of me," she chuckled as she took another sip of her drink. "Obviously I was wrong".

She looked at me from the corner of her eye, and my erection twitched. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to hold back with out touching her or kissing her again. I don't think it will be too long.

"Oh, you're not wrong," I gulped down the rest of my drink before placing it down on the small table that was located just inside the glass door.

"I love your honesty," she laughed as she turned her back to me.

I took this opportunity to step up behind her and slip my arms around her waist. She fell back into me and tipped her head.

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BPOV

I loved the feel of his firm arms wrapped around me. He felt hard and strong. It was nice. I brought my spare hand up and placed it over his, which were massaging my stomach through the fabric of my black cotton dress. I fell back onto him and tipped my head. He lowered his own head and dropped it into my hair.

"You smell so damn good," he inhaled deeply at my neck. "It's like fruit and flowers. Delicious," he was nibbling at my ear now.

Placing one more kiss on my neck he pulled away. I couldn't help but groan in frustration. I stifled the sound coming from my mouth with my glass; taking the last mouthful. But it didn't make me feel any better.

"Do you want another one?" Anthony jerked his head at my glass.

I shook my head and placed the glass down. "Besides, I like the taste of whiskey better like this," I snapped my hand out and cupped the back of his head and pulled him down to my waiting mouth.

With a deep groan he ran his hands down my back and pressed me closer. Kissing me deeper, Anthony's tongue explored the satin of my mouth while he filled his palms with the roundness of my bottom. I squirmed against him, and his erection jerked, vibrating a ragged moan of desire in his throat.

With his hands still latched to my ass, he lifted me up and pulled my legs around his waist, walking us back inside. As he walked us across the room, we continued with the kisses. While he was busy trailing kisses down my neck, I busied myself removing my cardigan. I threw it to the floor and then kicked off my small heels before he took us into the suites bedroom.

He gently lowered me to the ground and buried his face in the swell of my breasts and groaned his pleasure. He gathered my dress and lifted it, removing it from my body and dropping it into a pile on the floor.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Anthony then asked me as he cupped my face and pressed our fore-heads together. "I mean, we did only just meet, so if you feel uncomfortable about this, then we don't have to do anything," he spoke softly.

I shook my head adamantly. I'd already started, so there was no way I was stopping now. I wanted him, and that was that.

"No, I definitely want to," I stood on my toes and kissed him again, before starting on the buttons on his shirt.

In no time, I had his shirt and his wife beater piling on top of my dress that was already on the floor. I pulled away and jumped on the bed; sitting on my knees and facing towards him. I felt so confident with him; I'd always been quite shy when I was in bed with other guys, but with him, I felt I could really be myself.

I held my hands out to him and brought him down to kneel in front of me so that we were face to face. I reached behind me and undone the clasp of my red lacy bra. I let the straps fall from my arms and let it drop from my body. I caught it with one finger and then flung it down onto the floor.

"So beautiful. Perfect," he murmured as his eyes lingered on my chest. He smiled at me then; beckoning me with his finger to come closer.

I giggled as he pressed himself flush against me. His hard chest flattened my bare breasts between us, his erection nudging low on my belly. It felt good feeling him hard against me like that. It proved that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Pressing his lips to my collarbone he pushed me down onto my back.

He kissed his way down my chest and circled his tongue around one of my hardened nipples, before taking the peak into his mouth. Gasping, I arched my back; offering him more of myself. His tongue flicked back and forth across the tip of my nipple, making me cry out and curl my fingers into the bedcovers. He sucked hard, desire shooting through me. I raked my nails down his back, unable to hold back a moan.

"Mmm, more," I whispered. I felt his mouth curve against mine when he kissed my lips again, and then felt the trail of his fingertips up the inside of my thigh. I shivered as the light touch travelled up and higher still, searching for that place at the apex of my thighs. That place were I was already slick and hot and craving him so much.

His fingers dipped in under my lace barrier, and I jolted against him, moaning into his mouth. He slid his fingers against me, teasing and tormenting me with each gentle stroke. When they slipped inside me, his tongue dipped into my mouth and a coil of tension started to build in me, tightening with each stroke.

"Oh my god," I groaned softly when his finger found my clit. He was tender there, the tip of his finger moving in tiny circles.

"You like that?" he whispered.

"Mmmm," I could only mumble as I moved my hips against his hand.

"You're so wet and hot," he said as he plunged two fingers inside me again. I hooked my leg over his hip, giving him permission to plunder away.

"You're making me crazy," he growled into my ear.

"Me? I'm not the one with the wicked fingers," I laughed in between gasps.

I tried to keep talking but his fingers were just too damn good, and they were making me lose my train of thought When my breathing grew deeper he must have sensed that my release was close. He stroked and curled harder and was rewarded with a keening cry as I arched my body into his.

"Oh yea, I definitely want to do this," I laughed.

He laughed with me, but soon stopped and held his breath when he felt my hand press against his chest. He had a great body; perfect amount of muscle in just the perfect places. I really wished I could keep him.

I ran my hands down his chest, and then further down across his abdomen. I could feel his muscles jolting beneath my fingertips. When I reached the button of his pants, I undone it and pulled his zipper down. I cupped him through the material first; feeling how hard he was for me. Nice.

Then I dipped my hand under. Inside was my surprise. Hard, hot, thick. The moment my hand circled his shaft, his cock jumped as if he couldn't contain his eagerness. While I stroked him I brought my lips back to his mouth; kissing him deeply. His breaths were getting shallow and I knew it wouldn't be long until he came.

Suddenly, my hand was being pulled away. "I want to come inside you," he growled. If it was possible, hearing him speak like that only made me hotter.

He stood quickly and pulled his slacks and boxers off together in one swift movement. He was left naked and aroused, his erection jutting out towards me. Oh yeah, I was lucky.

I sat back on the bed, ready and waiting for him to take me. He leant over me, whispering in my ear.

"I hope you know how beautiful you are," he said in a low voice, his thumbs drawing circles on my neck. "I'd love to spend hours telling you just how beautiful you are, but I'm just too damn excited to get inside you," he said blatantly.

"That's all right," I could only murmur.

When he pushed me back, I went eagerly, spreading my legs for him. It had been a while since my last time, but I was so ready that when he pushed inside me, I nearly passed out from the pleasure. When he was fully filling me, he lifted my hips and placed a pillow underneath. So when he pushed inside of me the second time, he filled me perfectly.

Our mutual groan filled the room. My wet heat gripped him tightly as he would withdraw and repeatedly sink back in again. I dug my fingers sharply in to his back, and I could hear his teeth gritting together next to my ear. I lifted my knee's and wrapped my legs around his waist, taking him in deeper.

"Mmm, yes," I cried. "Oh yes. Harder. More," I cried out even louder and he obeyed my wishes.

It was as though we had already done this a hundred times before, moving to a remembered rhythm as he sank into me, and then withdrew, each long stroke bringing forth a wave of pleasure. I'd never experienced passion like this before. It was hot, eager and desperate. Every nerve ending seemed to be electrified, and It felt like it was jumping and sizzling in my veins.

I was close, so close. I could tell that he was too. But I could tell he was holding back. He wanted me to fall first. He'd wait before he took his own satisfaction. He reached in between our blended bodies and brought his hand to my clit; rubbing it fast. It only took one more thrust and I was gone.

My orgasm screamed through me. Mindless throbs of pleasure tore a cry from my throat. And it was only now, that Anthony let go. His climax exploded within him, shudders racking his body. I could feel his seed coating my walls as he kept thrusting until he was spent and empty.

"Wow," I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

"My thoughts exactly," Anthony placed a quick kiss on the side of my neck, before pulling himself out of me and easing away to lay on his back; his breaths coming out in deep gasps.

My body was still twitching from my release when I felt Anthony's hands on me again. I thought he was ready for round two, and I would have been more than happy to go again, but he just pulled me towards him; wrapping his arms around my body. He rested his face in my hair and closed his eyes.

"Rest now," he murmured.

I think it only took a few minutes for me drop off.

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A/N: Eh I had trouble writing that. I've written love scenes before, but I've never gone in to a great detail as I did with this. I probably got have got dirtier, but I kept it pretty tame LOL. Hope it was okay.