Author's Notes:

I know this chapter is very short but I just thought I post it anyways, I'm working on the next one already, which will be longer again ... promise!

He didn't remember what exactly woke him up, but he was wide awake. Afraid to move even an inch, mostly out of fear to awake her and this treasured moment to go away again.

He was lying on his side facing her. She was on her side too, facing him. Her face nuzzling into his chest, her one arm somewhere underneath her and her other arm around his waist hugging him so tightly ... he wondered if she might be having a bad dream because it felt like she was holding on for dear life. But he didn't mind the tight embrace, he welcomed it.

Their legs intertwined ... he wished he wasn't wearing jeans after all. His jeans separating their lower bodies and his shirt on her separating skin on skin above. But her face pressed against his chest ... so close. If it wasn't for her hot breath on his chest, he'd swear she wasn't breathing ... she had no room to breathe.

His arms around her tightly too ... taking advantage of the situation. His one arm somehow underneath her, providing a probably uncomfortable pillow for her while wrapping all the way around her waist at the same time. His other hand cupping her ass. Mere inches away from where his fingers would like to go explore underneath her black panties. He dared to nuzzle his nose into her curls and take a deep breath. His chest rising against her face and body, but not waking her ... thank god. Her hair smelled like flowers ... like the shampoo she'd used. His heart was beating so fast ... she had to feel it. She had to hear it. Hell, he could hear it!

He could feel her hand and her fingers spread out and pressed flat against his back, pulling him to her like he was a pillow or some object to console her in her sleep. He could feel her chest rising with every breath too. His eyes glanced over to the pile of clothes on the floor. Her bra on top stood out like glowing star in the darkness ... but it wasn't dark anymore. He wondered for a second what time it was since it was already light out. But that thought passed as fast as it had appeared. Naked images of her consumed his mind when he closed his eyes. And when he opened his eyes again the sight in front of him didn't ease his rapid pulse ... it only seemed to increase it.

The sheet was gone, he wondered if it might be on the floor somewhere or if it could somehow have ended up underneath them instead, but regardless. It was gone. He couldn't take his eyes of her legs wrapped up around his.

Naked, sexy, toned legs pressing against him and wrapped around him. The black panties in full view and burning the palm of his hand.

What would she do if he started kissing her? If he'd slowly started kissing her? Working his way down her neck? What would she do if he let his hands wander where they're itching to go? What would she do if he'd start unbutton his pants or her shirt ...well his shirt on her? What would she do if he'd tease her nipples with his tongue?

He was hard as a rock ... throbbing from the heat between them.

Either act on it or start thinking about baseball.

He didn't know what time it was, but he knew it was already hot outside. It had to be, because the sun beating down on the windows made the room scorching hot. The air in the room was humid ... or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him ... maybe it was just him who was burning up.

Ahhh to hell with it. What's the worst that could happen? She could turn me down? ... I'll get over it!

He cupped her ass even harder, his fingers diggin' into her skin. He held her waist even closer, when he pushed himself onto her, rolling her onto her back in the process. Pulling his arm out from under her to support himself above her. She was slowly waking up, but before she even had a chance to open her eyes, his lips were crushing down on hers. And having done this 'dance' a million times before in their marital bed in LA she responded the only way she knew how. She kissed him back.

Lips parted and tongues started playing with each other. Not fast or hurried. Slow and sensual, appreciating every second of the moment. He grunted at the thought where this all might lead. Hoping she wouldn't come to her senses and start a fight instead. He knew how crazy this was ... she should be mad at him. If she came to her senses and punched him right now, he'd definitely deserve it!

His other hand still cupping her butt cheek. His fingers slowly working their way to the front and underneath her panty line. She opened her legs a little, which he took as an invite to further explore. When his fingers reached their desired destination, he was surprised how moist she already was. He groaned again and she moaned into his mouth at the sensation of his hand between her legs. He opened his eyes for a brief moment and for some odd reason she sensed it and did too. Both of them breathing fast and frantic, like teenagers who couldn't wait any longer. Her eyes locked with his and he could see the desire in her eyes. She wanted this too, no doubt about it. And his perception of the look in her eyes got confirmed when she worked her hands between them and slowly yet forcefully let her palm follow the length of his erection. He moaned into her mouth now, kissing her even more intensely, but still slowly.

She started to undo his jeans. Her fingers frantically working the buttons on the jeans. He felt the diamond from her wedding ring scrape his skin, but he didn't care. It turned him on knowing she was still wearing the ring he'd given her ... hell, it had to mean something, right? Never in a million years would he have thought that being married would be something he'd care about. But the mere fact that Kate was his wife - his wife - turned him on! And he was her husband ... oddly enough that was an unexpected turn on he'd discovered on their honeymoon.

She was gorgeous, and he'd known it all along. He remembered while on their honeymoon watching her walking down the beach a good 15 or 20 feet ahead of him. They'd had a little too much to drink that day and while goofing around on the sandy shore he'd tickled her and she'd ran off to get away long enough to catch her breath. Then he'd noticed some guy checking her out. Then the guy noticed the rock on her finger, and Sawyer remembered smiling proudly and meeting the guys eyes. Yup, she's taken ... SHE'S MINE!

All mine, he thought being brought back out of his thoughts when her small hands were trying to get his pants off. It was all just a blur, between kisses and moans. Her lifting her bottom, so he could get her panties off easier. He kneeled between her legs, as he pulled her to a sitting position to pull his shirt off over her head ... neither of them had enough patience to unbutton it. His jeans hit the floor last. Kissing her again, she lowered her head back down into the pillow. As she opened her legs all the way to make room for him, he reached down to guide himself in, when she broke away from the kiss and spoke up for the first time.

"James?" Her voice raspy and filled with desire for him. "Be gentle please."

He opened his eyes and looked at her, "'Course. Whatever you want Freckles."

And with that he slowly trusted into her. Filling her as far as the position of her thighs allowed him. She let out a loud moan, as he slowly retreated from her followed by another excruciating slow trust. She wanted it gentle. Whatever she wants ... she can have. But it wasn't easy for him. He wanted to go faster, he wanted to go deeper ... hell, he wanted to be a little rough with her. Usually she liked that, but she'd asked for gentle, and he wasn't gonna screw this up ... he'd be as gentle as possible until she told him otherwise.

Moving slowly in and out of her for what seemed like forever. Even though the pace was very slow, he could feel beats of sweat rolling down his back. She met his slow trusts and was perspiring too. Kissing her closed eyelids, he could taste the salt on her skin. She was unbearably beautiful. He liked literature, but poetry was never really his thing ... but right this moment he swore she's so beautiful it hurt to look at her! Hell, if that wasn't poetry, he didn't know what was. Her breathing increased and she spread her thighs even further, allowing him to go deeper and filling her up to the brim, when a whimper escaped her lips.

He could feel her tighten around him, her body stiffening, her breathing fast, heavy and hot on his skin, as he pushed her over the edge. Feeling her body convulsing under him, he enjoyed prolonging the feeling by still slowly trusting into her. He whispered in her ear, knowing the effects these words have on her, "I love you Freckles ... forever."

She gasped for air when she slowly came down from the high he'd just given her. After a few more minutes of more love making and slow intoxicating kisses, she came again ... this time he did too! She opened her eyes, looking up at him and locking eyes with his, feeling his release. "I love you too," she said completely out of breath, both her hands flat on his chest. He kissed her again before he slowly pulled out of her, to lie on his side next to her.

Both of them looking like they'd just stepped out of the ocean ... glossy and shiny. But it wasn't salty ocean water, it was pearls of sweat that was dripping from his hair. She ran her hand through his hair, pushing the wet strands out of his face and smiled with amusement at his disheveled state. Although she didn't look too different with curly strands sticking to her skin.

Despite the fact that they'd went slow, his chest was heaving up and down trying to catch his breath. Hers was too, but not as much as his. He smirked down at her, tenderly caressing her bare chest with his fingertips, when he noticed the beats of sweat that had formed a tiny pool inside her belly button.

"It's hot in here." He said, still panting. She just nodded in agreement. He bend down and kissed one of her nipples, making her squirm when his lips touched her. She giggled out loud. Leaning on his right side, he cupped her cheek with his hand, "Damn, you're beautiful."

She looked away. She was never comfortable taking compliments like that. She rolled over on her left side to face him and kissed the tip of his nose, then his cheek, then one eyelid after the other and eventually his lips, before she said, "You're not too bad yourself Cowboy."

The ice was broken ... god he wished they actually had ice right now, it was so hot, ... it felt like a sauna in here.

"Wanna take a dip in the ocean freckles?"

"Okay."

He got up and helped her climb out of the bed. Enjoying the sight of her naked state. The mattress was damp from their love making and the entire room smelled like sex.

She put on her panty and bra. He had a hard time getting into his jeans with his skin still damp from their roll in the sheets. She was just putting one foot into her jeans when he said, "Freckles, it's such a hot day today, and the air is heavy and sultry. I don't think you'll need a lot of clothes."

She looked at him as if he was crazy for suggesting she go in her bra and panty, "What if they come back?"

"I doubt they are, but it ain't showin' no more than a bikini would, sweetheart. I think you'll be alright."

She looked herself up and down and nodded, "Yeah, you're probably right."

They agreed that they needed to air out the room, so they pulled both metal doors open and propped something in the way to get the doors to stay ajar.

Walking outside together, hand in hand again ... she had decided to tell him the truth today. But then again ... she didn't want to spoil this bliss they'd found just now.

The truth would have to wait just a little bit longer.

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