She tastes like chocolate.
Her mouth is softer than he remembers, none of the savage, angry energy of last night. But it's still pure Kate Beckett, hot and firm and demanding. It's a dizzying, intoxicating blend of the sexy dangerous creature from last night and the adorable, wide-eyed young woman from dinner tonight. Her mouth opens under his and he sucks at her bottom lip, stroking it with his tongue, groaning when she rakes her fingernails over his scalp. Mmm.
She tugs him back with her until they land on her couch, a little ungracefully. And suddenly she's in his lap again, straddling his hips, sucking on his tongue as she works at the buttons of his shirt. She's nipping at his mouth and sliding her hands under his shirt and rolling against his quickly-growing erection and it's total sensory overload. His hips are already jerking into hers involuntarily. His body is one hundred percent ready, but no. Not like this. It has to be right. This isn't just some quick fuck on a couch.
"Bedroom?" he mumbles into her mouth, half-muffled but she somehow understands.
"On the right."
He manages to push off the couch, and she wraps her legs around his waist, sucking on his neck as he maneuvers them across the room and down the narrow hall. He's trying to concentrate, he really is. But it's unfamiliar geography, which is bad enough, and between the long, long legs clamped around his hips and the persistent mouth biting at his ear, he ends up running into the wall several feet before he gets to the bedroom.
It slams her body against his, pressing her into him hard enough to make them both groan, and she arches her back with a breathy gasp that sends an arrow of heat between his legs.
"Castle," she murmurs. "Bedroom. Now."
"If you'd stop biting -"
She doesn't, of course; she bites his jaw as he finally manages to steer them into the bedroom. His elbow clips the doorframe and he hisses. Her breathy laugh floats over his skin. "Poor baby."
He swipes his tongue over her lower lip. "Kiss it and make it better?"
"If you'd ever get me to bed -"
He cuts her off, growling as he kisses her hard. He can't see, but he finally feels his knees hit her bed and he manages to set her down gently, her mouth coming away from his with an audible pop. Wow. That was some suction.
He pulls back to tug off his shirt, and Kate catches his belt, slipping her slim fingers between the leather and his jeans. She unbuckles it easily, sliding it off, and slowly palms his crotch, squeezing lightly. Ohhhhhhhh.
He peels her shirt off between kisses and climbs onto the bed with her. It's a blur then, wrestling and stealing kisses and tugging clothes and fingers pressing into bare skin. And then she's naked, slim and pale and gorgeous, lying beneath him and looking up at him with those wide eyes. She's already panting, her chest heaving, her face flushed, and when she bites her lip he can't stop himself from leaning in and capturing her mouth, soothing that abused skin with his tongue. She lets out a soft noise, her fingers twined in his hair as his hips sink into hers.
"Castle," she gasps into his mouth. "Castle -"
When he slides his hand between her legs, finds her wet, she chokes out his name, her eyes getting hazy. He's already painfully hard but he wants it to be different; last night was all anger and desperation and hot adrenaline. This is about making her forget her own name.
He tugs lightly at her left nipple, swirling his tongue over her right one, before kissing his way down her chest, the flat plane of her stomach, into the vee of her legs. She knows what he's going to do, and he can see her hands fist tightly in her sheets.
When he puts his mouth on her, her whole body seizes up, bucking against him, and he has to press her hips into the mattress to hold her still. She writhes under his tongue, a long string of oh fuck Castle oh fuck escaping her lips. He can feel her tugging at his hair, her body getting more and more taut, and when he sucks on her clit, she comes apart, her back arching, her voice breaking on a long moan.
She's lying back, dazed, when he crawls back up, grinning. "Doing okay there?"
"Mmm. Better than okay." She takes a long breath, her eyelashes fluttering. And without warning, she snakes a hand over his thigh, closing her hot fingers around him. "Seems like you are, too."
She squeezes him gently and he bucks into her palm, groaning. She kisses him, teasing. "Seems like you're happy to be here, Mr. Castle."
He steals the words off her lips, nestling between her thighs, tugging her hand away before she goes too far and this ends way too soon.
He finally, finally pushes inside her, and he almost loses it right there at the perfect tight pressure, the involuntary flex of her delicate inner muscles stretching around him. He grits his teeth, trying to control his body, the powerful urge to just thrust and thrust, harder and harder. She's whimpering, a long keening noise escaping her throat, and her hips twist into his, her heel sliding up the back of his leg.
He pins her wrists to the mattress alongside her head and locks eyes with her as he moves, slow and deliberate, watching as her mouth opens in a soundless moan when he hits just the right angle. He rolls into her again and again and again, watching her eyes roll back as she gasps out something that sounds suspiciously like begging.
She finally breaks apart, clenching around him with a high-pitched moan, and he can't stop himself, thrusting into her hard and he comes in a hot, spurting rush until his whole body is drained and exhausted and done.