He leaned his head down and whispered into her ear, "Oh, and Kate?"
"Huh?" she shivered as she felt his warm breath against her neck.
"It was so much more than good. You have no idea."
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Castle was having the best dream ever. Kate was his wife, and she was sleeping in his arms in his bed. She was pregnant with his baby. She belonged to him. He pulled her into his chest and possessively kissed the top of her head. The intoxicating smell of cherries overwhelmed his senses and drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He struggled for control. He softly traced circles on her back through her nightgown, and she responded by snuggling even closer to him. He could feel her warm breath on his chest through his t-shirt. As her breath fanned the flames of need stirring within his soul, his heart lurched. The need to possess her intensified until he could no longer fight it, and he lost the control he was seeking so hard to maintain. He rolled them over and pinned her, so she was partially under him with her face mere inches away from his own. He brushed his lips against her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally, against her lips. She caught his lips with her own, and gently nipped his lower lip. His animal instincts consumed him. He forcefully claimed her lips with both of his, pushing her head into the pillows. He greedily reveled in her taste, her scent, the softness of her skin. The kiss intensified, deepened, and became more heated; their tongues desperately seeking each other's mouth. She gasped and arched her neck as his lips moved from her mouth and hungrily trailed down from her jaw to the vee neck of her knee-length nightshirt. She softly moaned, and the need to have her magnified even more. He heatedly ran his hand down her thigh and pushed her nightshirt over her hips, stomach, and breasts. He ravenously kissed and caressed her breasts.
"Do you know how much I want you? You're mine. And I want what's mine," he growled huskily.
"Oh God, Rick...I want you too...so much," she whimpered.
His lips found the valley between her breasts and eagerly made their way down to her stomach, his breath hot and lustful on her skin. He momentarily halted his assault and tenderly kissed the small swelling where their baby was growing.
"Hey little Katie, it's daddy. If you're half as beautiful as your mommy, I'm going to have my hands full."
He protectively placed his hand over her stomach for a few seconds, and then he purposely made his way back up to her lips and lovingly kissed her. The kiss quickly escalated again. She arched her hips up and grinded wantonly against his hardness. Hot and hungry, he knew he had to have her now. In a fever of greed, he responded by positioning himself more fully between her thighs and shoving his hardness forcefully into the center of her panties. She gasped and moaned his name. He grabbed one wrist and pinned it above her head. Then, he grabbed her other wrist.
Wait. A cast? When did she get a cast? Oh. My. God. He struggled and to catch his breath, fought to become fully awake, and finally opened his eyes. His piercing blue eyes instantly met her confused green ones. Sure enough, he was on top of her just as he dreamed, with her nightshirt pulled up and her breasts heaving as she struggled to calm her own breathing. The problem was that it wasn't a dream at all. It was all real.
As if he had been burnt, he instantly rolled off her and sat on the edge of the bed. He fervently ran his hands through his hair. He was relieved to discover he was still wearing his t-shirt and boxers.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Kate. I thought I was dreaming. I'm..."
With her eyes cast down, Kate interrupted him and softly said, "Rick, you don't have to be sorry. I wanted you too." Kate's breath was still somewhat ragged, and her cheeks were flushed. She had managed to sit up and pull her nightshirt back down.
"I know, but that doesn't make it right. Kate, you are beautiful, and I care about you…so much. The problem is that you don't have your memories back. I'm not sure you would want this if you had them. I can't…I can't hurt you like that."
Exasperated and somewhat angry, Kate replied, "The last time I looked in the mirror, I was still Kate. I can still make my own decisions, Rick...memories or no memories. You told me once that the heart wants what the heart wants."
A glimmer of hope danced across Castle's face, and he reached over and excitedly grabbed her hand. "I did. I said that…to you. You remembered, Kate. Do you remember anything else?"
"No. I don't even know where that came from," Kate sighed in defeat.
He gently rubbed her hand with his thumb. "Look, you've been through a lot. You need time. We need time. And I need you to be sure. I won't take advantage of you." He sighed, then continued, "Hey, It's 6AM, and I have a meeting with my publisher at 8. Do you want me to make you some breakfast?"
"No, that's okay. I'm still tired. I think I'll sleep for another hour or two."
He gave her hand a quick squeeze and moved off the bed. "I'm going to get a shower...a cold shower," he smirked. "And Kate, I am sorry." He quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
After five minutes, Kate felt her stomach growl and decided that she needed food more than sleep. She found her way to the kitchen and started her search for food. She found the peanut butter, but decided she needed something to put the peanut butter on. To that end, she found some sliced salami. Oddly, spreading the peanut butter on a slice of salami sounded absolutely delicious. She rolled up the slice of salami with peanut butter on it and gobbled it up. It was so good that she ate three more slices. She drank a glass of orange juice and decided to go back to bed.
That's when it happened. A sudden, strong wave of nausea overtook her. She put her hand to her mouth and made a mad dash for the bathroom.
She quickly yanked the bathroom door open and ran directly into a very naked and very wet Richard Castle. He jumped back like he had been burned with a hot iron. She rapidly shot him a glance from his head to his toes, grabbed the toilet, and started retching. Castle hastily grabbed a towel and tied it around his waist. He held her hair back and lovingly rubbed small circles on her back as she continued to heave. When she was done, he helped her up and led her to the bed. She sat down, and he got her a cold glass of water.
"You feel any better?" There was obvious concern in his eyes.
"Yeah, I think so. I guess little Ricky doesn't like peanut butter and salami," Kate yawned. "I'm just so tired…need sleep." She snuggled back into the bed and looked up at Castle. His bare chest made her weak with desire. He smelled so good. But she was so tired. Castle covered her up and gently kissed her forehead.
"Will you be okay if go? I can cancel. Just say the word."
"No, I'll be fine. Go ahead," Kate yawned again.
"I promise to be back in an hour or two. If you need anything or get sick again, call me. Okay?"
He looked down at her and smiled. She was fast asleep.
I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated. Writer's block and in the middle of moving. Please bear with me. I'm also sorry if this is short, but I wanted to update as soon as possible. I have the next two chapters pretty much done, but I have to tweak them a little before I post them. I promise to do that ASAP. Kate will eventually get her memories back. I just want to bring them closer together first.
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