This chapter held so many opportunities for them that I had to break it up... can't be having too much fun in one chapter! I am leaving for vacation soon and will try to get out one more chapter before I go. It will be sure to leave you on the edge of your seat until I return. Too bad I can't take Gibbs with me on my vacation... that would be fun!
CHAPTER VI
Gibbs isn't sure how long he stayed in the basement sanding on his boat, but he threw every ounce of energy into it after watching Kate disappear at the top of the steps. His frustration level had never been so high... he wasn't used to being denied the sexual release he needed from a woman... let alone twice in one weekend. And to make matters worse... he'd been the one to pull back both times. True, with Karen it had been the right thing to do, but he wasn't so sure about Kate. What if she ended up hating him now? He gave up on coffee and pulled the bottle of bourbon down from the top shelf, needing something stronger to help quell his gnawing desire.
It took a while, but the rhythmic motion of sanding the frame worked its usual magic and eventually, he felt his heart rate calm, his muscles relax and his mind begin to function again. He planned to call Kate later this afternoon, ask her out to dinner and do this thing right. Take her on a real date and explore this attraction between them... although he was pretty sure it was mutually intense, if this morning had been any indication. Gibbs just hoped she wouldn't be too angry with him after the way he behaved this morning. First because he'd been all over her just like that moron in the bar last night. Second at the way he'd suddenly backed off, leaving them both aching as he practically ordered her to leave his house.
Her responses told him his advances weren't unwelcome... but what was she thinking now? Had she gone home and realized he was just like those other guys? Had she cursed him for once again proving that it was impossible for any man to 'just talk'? He really hoped she hadn't come to the conclusion he was the bastard he told her he could be at times. The only way to find out was to go get cleaned up, change into something more presentable and give her a call. Maybe he still had a chance to let her know he really was a nice guy and that he loved her for more than her hot body. He tosses down the rag he once again used to wipe his hands with, corked his bottle of bourbon and heads for the stairs.
As Gibbs steps through his kitchen on the way upstairs to shower, he is brought up short... stunned to see Kate sitting on his sofa looking very tense. She looks so distraught that at first he can only imagine something terrible has happened. Their eyes lock for a long moment and his surprise causes his words come out more accusatory than concerned, "Kate! What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Waiting for you." She sits straight with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, trying not to show how they tremble. She'd been sitting here, determined not to let this one slip through her fingers. If she was going to just let him write her off, then why had she come over here this morning in the first place? She knew this could be the one relationship she really wanted to work. Yes, there had been disappointments when other men just failed to 'call her later', but this was different.
His hands settle on his hips and Kate correctly interprets his body language. Gibbs was uncomfortable, maybe frustrated or even angry to find her here and his next words confirm it. "I told you to go home... and I would call you later."
Feeling like she has just been scolded and told to go to her room, Kate feels anger rising at his dismissive tone. She stands up and places her hands on her own hips, mirroring his stance from across the room. Their eyes hold for a moment before she sarcastically asks, "Is this the part where I start calling you a bastard, Gibbs?"
Her words are softly spoken, but they slash right through him to his deepest insecurities. He had feared she wouldn't understand his actions and associate him with those other guys. He lowers his head, runs his hands over his face and then sighs softly, "Really hope not, Kate."
She barely hears him, but by this time her anger has amped up enough that she isn't listening to him. She begins pacing back and forth across the room as her hands fly as she vents all the pent up frustrations inside her.
"You know, Gibbs, you could have at least had the decency to keep your mouth shut! I mean last night... why the hell did you even step in?! And what the hell were you doing in that bar last night anyway?! I can take care of myself you know! I don't need some knight in silver hair to come rescue me from my date... a man that, I will have you know, is highly respected on Capitol Hill. Not that I have any respect for him after the way he behaved, but that is none of your concern! I will date who I want! When I want! That way when they blow me off with the 'I'll call you later' bullshit line... I'm prepared for it! But NO! You had to come charging in like my savior... fill my head with some fantasy of the perfect man! I can't believe I let you...!"
Gibbs had been letting her rant and rave, watching her pace back and forth in her anger. He knew it was no use trying to explain anything to her until she got this out of her system. But when she threw him into the same category as those other schmucks who never called... that was too much. "HEY!" Kate suddenly stops at his loud shout, stunned out of her tirade by his 'I'm gonna head slap you' voice. Now that he has her attention, he lowers his voice as his thumb jerks towards the stairs, "I was gonna call you, Kate. Just as soon as I got showered and cleaned up."
"You were? Really?" She is hesitant to believe him, especially after she just made a fool of herself.
"Yea, I was... I am... to ask you if you wanted to go out to dinner with me tonight." The silence stretches between them as their eyes hold and Kate desperately tries to see the truth in him.
"Like... on a date?" She feels even more stupid for having screamed at him now and her cheeks flush pink.
"Yea... on a real date. I wanted to show you that I was interested in you... the right way." She is so embarrassed that her hand comes up to cover her eyes, unable to look at him any longer. He slowly steps closer, watching her down bent head, but she still refuses to look up at him. He stops in front of her and gently lifts her chin until she is forced to look at him again. He smirks in a crooked grin as he gently asks again, "Now, what the hell are you doing here?"
"At the moment, wishing I hadn't made such a fool of myself... but earlier, when you told me to go home... I couldn't. I got to the door and something told me that if I walked out that door, I would lose you. You're not the only one who's been having fantasies, Gibbs. I've wanted this to happen ever since I met you on Air Force One. I just never thought it was a possibility... until you appeared out of nowhere at the bar last night."
As she is talking, Gibbs has moved his hands to gently grasp her upper arms, letting his thumb gently caress her soft skin while keeping her from putting space between them. He smiles at her admission and teases, "Like a knight in silver hair?"
Kate nods as her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, but she feels her confidence rising again as she now gently reaches up to glide her fingers through the hair at his temple. "I couldn't leave... until I had a chance to... tell you how I felt. I don't see you like those other guys, Jethro... I could never see you like that."
"I like it when you call me Jethro... and I like that you're strong enough to stand up for what you want." He tugs her closer and brings her lips under his as he takes her in a long, slow intense kiss. With a soft sigh, Kate melts into his embrace as her arms curl up around his neck, drawing him as close possible. Without hesitation Gibbs takes the sweetness she offers, deepening the kiss as his arms tighten around her like steel bands. Each kiss melting into the next, they spend long minutes lost in their new passion.
When the need to breathe overwhelms him, Gibbs finally pulls back with a husky growl and his lips hungrily skim along her jaw to nibble on her ear. He nips the soft lobe, then growls again as his tongue flicks along the inner curves; causing Kate to tremble as heat trickles from his tongue down through her entire being. She forces herself to concentrate, "Mmmnnn... about this date..."
Gibbs continues to torment her, moving down to trace the erratic pulse beating in her throat as he mumbles his response, "Um-hhmm..."
"You... said... you were..." She can't continue as his mouth closes over her throat, sucking gently at the curve to her shoulder. He finally releases her flesh, satisfied he's left his mark on her and softly finishes her thought.
"Gonna call you... yea..." He stops as her hand comes up to sink into the hair at the back of his head, gently clamping down as she pulls his head up to look at her.
She tries to keep a serious expression on her face, but there is a devilish glint in her eyes. "No... before that... you said something about a shower?"
He grins and relaxes his arms around her waist as he leans back to put a bit of space between them, "Yea... why? Do I need one that bad?"
"No... I've always found your sawdust aroma very intoxicating. I... I just kinda got fixated on the whole... image of you in the shower."
"One of your fantasies?" He sees her cheeks turn pink again and feels his cock twitch in response. "Am I alone in this fantasy... or...?"
"Oh... sometimes..." She leans in to bring her lips to his in a teasing kiss as she pulls his lower lip between hers to stroke it with her tongue. She releases it only to deepen the kiss, giving him a hint of the intense passion to follow before she pulls back to huskily tease, "...but why waste a perfectly good shower fantasy by yourself?"
Kate had long believed there was a disconnect between those rare moments of true eroticism and real life. That was why romance novels always glossed over the whole act of 'getting naked'. There was nothing erotic about pulling your shirt over your head. Nothing sexy about reaching back to unhook your bra... or pull down a pair of boxers. It was just a fact of life; even though many had made attempts to improve on the procedure through history. It all came down to the fact that the clothes had to come off and it was a menial and utilitarian act which lovers worldwide had to deal with.
Now, standing in this masculinely appointed master bathroom, with the man who was all rugged sexuality and confidence, Kate finds herself once again proven wrong. Gibbs leans casually against the vanity counter, holding her gaze as he reaches across his body with one hand, arching his body to the side as he slowly pulls his t-shirt up and off. Kate's breath catches in her throat as he exposes his lean muscled torso with a light dusting of silver hair across his chest. His eyes never leave hers as he drops his shirt to the floor and holds out his hand to her. "C 'mere, Kate."
With the water running in the shower behind her, steam is starting to float up around them and she is mesmerized. She slowly steps closer, taking his hand as he pulls her in close to stand between his spread legs. Gibbs wants to savor every minute of his first time with her and removing her clothing held a special thrill for him. He gently kisses her knuckles, then takes one fingertip between his lips to suck on it gently. His tongue curls around it, tasting and teasing as a tremor races through her with a soft gasp. He releases her hand, holding her finger hostage in his mouth as he directs his hands to the task of unbuttoning her blouse.
Kate holds her hand steady, enjoying his caress as she slowly moves each finger in and out of his mouth in turn. She stops only to lower her arm so her blouse can slip unheeded to the floor. She hadn't been aware of his skillful touch, but her bra slips away as well; leaving her bare breasts mere inches from him. Gibbs groans softly and leans in, replacing her fingers with one taut nipple as he hungrily mauls her. She cries out hoarsely, arching into his caress as her arms slip around his neck, holding him to his task. He gives equal attention to her throbbing breasts, nipping, gently licking the sensitive tips, then roughly sucking them into his mouth again.
When he pulls back with a groan, Kate realizes the remainder of her clothing has pooled around her feet. Gibbs' hand slides between her thighs, gently seeking the slickness at her core as he strokes her and she widens her stance. Her eyes scan down his body and a moan of pure desire escapes her. His jeans are undone, pushed low on his hips with his impressive cock standing at attention, thick and hard, against his belly. In that moment Gibbs is hotter than every fantasy she's ever envisioned. She drops slowly to her knees as her hands glide down his arms, easing his hands back until they are gripping the edge of the countertop. Their eyes meet and she can see the smoldering desire in him... he won't say the words, but she knows what he wants.
As she leans forward to place a gentle kiss on the satiny head, her tongue flicks out to taste him and a deep growl rumbles through his gritted teeth. His knuckles turn white as he grips the counter tightly and arches his hips up as she slowly lowers her mouth around him. She takes in as much as she can, humming with pleasure as she sucks hard and pulls back just as slowly. Her hands easily remove his jeans the next time his hips arch up to meet her mouth; gliding her tongue down over the hot, hard length, feeling his cock pulsing and alive. She twists and pulls and grazes her teeth over him until his fingers curl into her hair, momentarily holding his manhood deep in her mouth before gently pulling her head back with a husky plea, "Honey... stop... can't take any more..."
Kate looks up into intense blue eyes afire with passion and slowly rises back up to stand in front of him. His hand in her hair guides her mouth back to his as he finally stands up, tilting her head back to roughly plunder the sweetness he craves. Kate moans into his mouth, giving him everything he demands and more as he slowly walks her backwards towards the shower. Their kisses never stop as he eases her into the warm spray of water and closes the door behind him.
As the water cascades down over their already heated bodies, Gibbs maneuvers her back against the tile wall, pressing into her body as he rocks his hips into hers, rubbing his throbbing cock against her wet belly. He breaks the kiss to rest his brow against hers, his hands grip her hips, holding her close as he growls, "Aaahhh, Katie... what you do to me... I've waited for this moment... so long..." He peppers her face with gentle kisses, panting hard as he tries to regain some control. "I... it's not going to be slow and easy... not this time... I need you too bad..."
"I know... mmnn... I just want you Jethro... aaahhh!" She gasps as his hands curve possessively around her ass, lifting her up to pin her against the tiles. Her arms curl around his neck, her legs around his waist as he holds her there, his hot cock poised to impale her and their eyes meet. He kisses her again and again, slow, intense kisses as he eases her down onto his shaft. She finally breaks the kiss, arching back with a moan when he stops deep inside her, stretching her, filling her in a way she's never felt before. He watches her eyes flutter shut with a soft gasp as a tremor races up her spine and back down and she grips him.
When her eyes focus on him again, he whispers, "Don't want to hurt you... " She nods and he holds her gaze as he slowly withdraws and then sinks back in with a groan, "Oohh... you're so tight..." He fights for control, but quickly loses the battle as her soft moans urge him on. Soon he is driving into her hard and deep, but keeps it slow until he feels her body tensing around him. She buries her fingers in his hair, drawing his mouth to hers as she glides her tongue over his, moaning softly as she urges him on. Not able to stand the pressure building in him any longer, Gibbs crushes her against the wall, his kisses harsh and demanding as he drives his hips, hard and fast, ramming into her soft body.
Kate arches against him, breaking the kiss to cry out as he pushes her to limits she never knew existed, "Aaahhh... Jethro... Oohh God, yes!... yes!" Starbursts explode behind her eyes as her entire body shatters in his arms, lost to the intense rhythm as Gibbs groans and rides her hard through the intense orgasm. His teeth sink into her shoulder, holding her as he thrusts deeply one last time, his body going rigid as he explodes deep inside her. His whole body trembles and he grinds his hips into hers as he comes long and hard. It is several seconds before he slowly regains his sanity and releases her flesh. Realizing his teeth had sunk into her soft skin, he kisses the red marks gently and then lowers his head to her shoulder, panting heavily.
After a moment he realizes Kate is not breathing and her whole body is still tensed. He raises his head to nuzzle her ear and softly whispers, "Breathe, Kate..." As if released from a trance, she lets out a long sigh and her whole body shudders as another tremor radiates through her. He feels her canal gripping his cock and smiles as he kisses her throat and again rests his head beside hers. "You okay?"
"Mmnn... no... not okay..." When he raises his head in confusion at her answer, she smiles and strokes her fingers through his hair as she explains, "I am so beyond okay, right now... I... this moment... is perfection." She brings his mouth to hers, kissing him with intense emotion to express what she can't find the words to say. Gibbs grins as he returns her kisses, happier than he's been in many years.
He pulls back slowly, holding her eyes as his cock slides out of her and he slowly lowers her to her feet. She can feel the handprints on her ass where he held her and knows there will be bruises tomorrow... bruises that she will wear proudly. Gibbs seems to read her mind as his hands rub gently over the red areas as he teases, "Much better with you in the shower fantasy with me." She grins and arches her brow to emphasize her agreement, then watches calm and content as he reaches over to squirt some shower gel into his hand.