A/N: Sorry it has taken so long! But I do not abandon my stories, so there may well be a few weeks between posts, but there may be posts! Go easy on me, I just started graduate school and I'm still trying to work out my crazy schedule. This chapter is most definitely rated M. Enjoy.

"Because, Leia, I always finish what I start." Han said in a low voice that she could only describe as utterly sexy and manly. Leia was desperately thinking of ways to stall. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted him more than she really wanted to admit, but the logical side of her was getting the better of her.

"What if I don't want to start anything…" her statement was loaded in more ways than one, and his eyes darkened as he thought of the implications as well. In only a few short weeks' time, she would be gone.

"You came here didn't you? I may not know everything about you, but I do know you are smart enough to know what happens when a guy invites you over. Even if it is to a backhouse that your parents own," he finished with a small laugh but his arms were still tight around her. She noticed it was becoming harder to breathe the closer he got. There was just an energy that radiated between them. Han felt it too.

"Okay, I'll admit I was curious…" she smiled, but she was still stalling, and now Han could see that. He wondered what she was afraid of.

"Curious? Or you just can't resist me anymore?"

"Keep that up cowboy and I won't be staying," Leia tried to hold back a smile. She tried to keep that resolve she had become known for, but under his intense gaze she knew it wouldn't last much longer. To her surprise he retreated from her and walked over to where his humble bed was in the corner of the room and sat down on it, looking up at her expectantly. She didn't know what to do or say for a moment, knowing full well that she could walk out the door if she wanted. And yet her feet were rooted to the ground. He just looked so damn good in his low slung jeans and simple shirt, his messy wet hair falling into his eyes.

"It's your choice Leia. But all I have to say is that you are damn pretty, and there is just something about you that I can't shake or forget…and I sure as hell don't want to," he said honestly, and it was refreshing. The few guys that she had dated in high school had played all sorts of games with her. This approach was new.

"But…"

"Let me guess what's going through your mind. I'm too old. You're too young. We barely know each other. You're worried your dad will find out…." He rattled off her insecurities as if he was reading her like a book. She tried not to look too surprised, but he could see it on her face and his eyebrow arched cutely.

"Did I hit the nail on the head, sweetheart? Or do you want me to keep going?"

She paused, for only a second this time. Just live a little, Leia. There is something about him….she reasoned with herself. He watched her, looking over her body and a nervousness flooded her stomach along with a heat between her thighs so intense that it was altogether unfamiliar. With one more sharp intake of air, she reached down as unbuttoned the tiny metal buttons on her shorts.

"Leia, what are you doing?" Han was shocked.

"Making my choice," she answered quietly. She stood there, about ten feet from him as she shimmied her shorts down her long, tanned from the summer sun legs. She kicked them off and to the side as his eyes were glued to her.

Leia had never done anything like that before. Han made her crazy, he made her act like a completely different girl and she loved every second of it. She had been so caught up in her stuffy, perfect life that she had forgotten to live. And she wasn't going to waste another second of the summer being the old Leia. She was strong—just like her mother was—or used to be anyway, and she was going to show him.

Han's eyes were still on her, alternating from watching her slowly and torturously strip off her clothes to her beautiful, flushed face. Normally he would have felt comfortable in this situation. He was no stranger to a pretty girl in his bed. But she was different, and not just physically or by age. No—for the first time he saw a girl as more than just a casual fling, and it scared him.

Leia hooked her fingers underneath the hem of her thin white tank top and slowly brought it up and over her stomach and breasts before letting it join her shorts on the floor. Her creamy skin was now flushing and Han was having a hard time sitting there and watching her, but she had him mesmerized.

She took a few steps towards him, just wearing white cotton panties and a white bra. She realized how very virginal she must look to him, and then almost smirked at how fitting it was when her knees met his at the edge of the bed. He was breathing heavily and she placed a hand on each of his shoulders before slowly crawling onto his lap and moving her knees so that she was straddling him on the bed.

Han's arms were around her thin frame in a second, and his lips picked right up where they left off. He pressed his tongue against her and she parted for him, kissing him passionately as her hands ran up the back of his neck and felt the tufts of still damp hair there. He ran his large, calloused hands over her back and down to the meeting of her panties and her skin where he dipped a cautious hand to grab her ass. She groaned into him and pushed him down fully onto the bed.

Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would explode out of her chest, or at least that it would give away her nerves to him, but Han kept kissing her like it was the last thing he would ever do. When he managed to unclasp her bra she gasped a little as he threw it onto the floor and found her soft mounds quickly, cupping them and groaning appreciatively. Leia, although she was still young, had never known such lust and Han had never felt such fire with any woman before. He literally thought he might go crazy if he didn't have her within the next few moments.

Han grabbed her hips roughly and flipped her so that she was underneath him now, and he pressed himself up against her already soaked panties. She tugged at his jeans in need as they kissed and he helped her, slipping them off along with his boxers. Now all that was separating them was her white panties and his grey shirt.

Leia pulled his shirt off over her tanned, toned shoulders and ran her hands down his chest as she moved to kiss his neck. Something about being with Han felt so right, so natural, that she had stopped being nervous and was just reacting to her body and his.

Han, on the other hand, was more than nervous. He was well aware that he was the lowly ranch hand about to make love to his boss' daughter for one thing, but even more than that—the woman below him was a goddess. A stubborn, infuriating, bossy woman. But a beautiful goddess nonetheless. He slipped off her panties, breaking the last barrier between them and finally all of her skin met all of his as he thrust against her, feeling her wetness with his fingers. She was so ready, and so was he.

He paused, his only movements on her was his thumb softly rubbing her clit as Leia wriggled in the most amazing way underneath him. Her large brown eyes looked up with him with a mix of desire, curiosity, and just a hint of fear. He kissed her cheek and then her lips as he slowly eased himself into her. She was so tight that he couldn't help but give in and piston his long length into her, but he stopped when she clutched to him and tried to valiantly hide the wince on her face.

He had felt it. Two seconds ago, Leia Skywalker had been a virgin. He met her eyes and she seemed normal again, or was at least pretending to be. There were so many things he wanted to say, Why me? I'm sorry. Why didn't you say anything?

But he knew he couldn't reverse anything and he waited inside of her as she adjusted to him before her soft little moans returned and the pain had eased into pleasure. All Han knew now was that he had to make it amazing for her, and the rest could be talked about later.

He kissed her hard, a heady mix of emotions about what just happened and a growing release of his feelings for her mingled in their mouths. He thrust into her slowly at first but then she started to moan his name. It came softly at first, barely a whisper. And then she was practically begging him to fuck her harder.

He couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. She had come across as such a goody-two-shoes, and he grinned into her neck at just how wrong he had been.

Han worshipped her body, reveling in the softness of her skin and her responsiveness at his every move. He kissed her breasts as he slowly slid in and out of her. Her stomach started to coil into a delicious knot as he held her tightly to him. They were so connected and he had almost lost himself several times over how perfect she felt.

"Leia please, I need you…come for me baby," he begged her and with a few more strong thrusts she unfurled in his arms, moaning and arching her back. He watched her intently for a few seconds before his own release. And he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He had to force himself to pull out of her. In their rush he had forgotten everything and the let himself spill onto her flat, creamy stomach. Leia was still writhing and panting, her eyes fluttering from her first real orgasm. And Han was in shock, silently cursing himself for forgetting a condom that he couldn't feel his release inside of her. But judging on what had just transpired between them, he hoped this wasn't their first and last time.

He took the edge of his sheet and gently wiped off his mess from her as she smiled lazily up at him in silent thanks. They had lost themselves so quickly in each other, and she thanked heavens for small favors.

"Leia, I…"

"Han, that was amazing," she smiled, touching his forearm lightly.

Bzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzz

"What the hell is that?" Han asked, running his hands through his hair. He was disoriented. He knew that had to be the best sex he had ever had. Something just clicked with them.

Leia moved from off of his bed and picked up her discarded shorts before reaching into the pocket and pulling out her phone. The buzzing grew louder and she answered.

"Leia? Leia can you hear me? It's Luke and I need you…I."

She heard someone yelling in the background and a loud noise that sounded like the phone had been dropped. She yelled for him but no answer, just muffled noise.

"Han, we have to go…now, Luke's in trouble…"

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! Please review!