WARNING: Just as I posted with my other story, this chapter should not be read at work or in the presence of children.

Chapter 7

With wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist, Seth stepped out of the bathroom and paused to watched Amber sip on the soup he'd ordered for her before climbing into the shower. A small modicum of relief slid through him. At least she was trying to eat.

The moment she'd calmed down enough for them to leave the ladies room back at the arena, he'd gathered up their belongings, directed her to the rental car and headed for the hotel. It didn't matter that the show wasn't over. Better that they leave when the fans were still inside the building so they wouldn't be seen together. He rolled his eyes at that thought. God forbid anyone see him and Amber together. Management might have a damn cow.

Once they'd made it back to the hotel, he'd had her shower and get herself cleaned up while he'd ordered room service. When she appeared a half hour later, she still seemed a bit pale and glassy eyed, but her focus was a bit clearer. She'd promised him that she would eat while he was in the shower and it appeared as if she was trying to keep her word.

Hopefully she'd be in a better state of mind for them to talk, because he didn't like the breakdown he'd witnessed earlier and wanted to do whatever was necessary to prevent a reoccurrence. He walked over to the bed and slipped under the covers, then leaned back so he was propped against the pillows. She glanced at him, then set her nearly empty bowl of soup on the nightstand, turned and looked back at him a second time.

He reached for her hand, slipped his fingers between hers. "You okay now?" .

She let out a heavy sigh that told him she was anything but okay. "I don't know," she finally said after a moment. "I'm not sure what happened to me back there. I mean I knew the kiss was coming. Dean, Zoe and I talked about it and you knew about it. So it wasn't like it was a surprise, but when it actually happened I had a moment of panic." She scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Kissing him felt wrong on so many levels." She cut a look toward Seth. "Then when I saw your face, my stomach just knotted up. The devastation in your eyes cut me right to the core. I knew we were just playing our parts in this big stupid script, but I also knew there wasn't any way you could have faked that look. Seeing me kiss Dean hurt you and I'd never want to hurt you for anything."

He lifted her hand to his lips and grazed a soft kiss across her knuckles. "I know you wouldn't. I didn't expect to feel the way I did. It was a shock to me to find out that it bothered me so much."

She nodded. "This whole thing just feels so wrong. It was everything I could do not to push him away and throw myself into your arms."

Her confession made him feel both better and worse. Worse because it appeared that he'd had a fundamental hand in her post show breakdown. Better because she still liked the way he kissed better. He rolled his eyes at that thought and felt the urge to kick his own ass. It was wrong of him to be thankful that she hadn't enjoyed the kiss between her and Dean. Especially when it also led to fall out after the fact. Still, she was right. Despite knowing it was fake, watching them had hurt. "Well, you can throw yourself into my arms anytime you like after our segments."

She snickered, then turned her head toward him, cupped his face with her free hand and pressed a soft kiss to his bearded chin. "Can I throw myself into you arms right now?"

He turned to her, pulled her close. "Now." He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Later," He repeated with a peck to tip of her nose. "Forever," he whispered before claiming her mouth.

Her whimper was soft, but in the silence of the room it resonated and signaled her surrender to him. He shifted, his towel falling away as he moved above her. "My beautiful, Amber," he murmured as he mouthed soft kisses along her jaw.

She gasped now as he nibbled on the sweet spot just below her ear. The spot he knew drove her crazy. "Seth," she gasped. "I need you."

He reached down, gathered the bottom of his t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it up over her head. "Touch me, baby," he lowered his head, pressed a kiss to her collarbone, then one lower along the slope of her breast. "Show me how much you need me."

The moment her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, Seth thought he just might lose it. He didn't just want to make love to her. Didn't just want her to touch him. He wanted to lose himself inside her body, to reclaim what, deep down, he knew was already his, but felt as if he'd lost because of this new angle. He desperately wanted to erase any memories of that damn kiss with Dean from her mind.

A groan tumbled from him as he lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked. Her other arm slid around his head, cradling him as she arched up. Against his tongue, he could feel her nipple pebble and he grazed his teeth along it's sensitive peak. A gasp tore from her, the sound feeding his hunger. He moved from one breast to the other, even as she continued to stroke him. When her other nipple pebbled he let go and began kissing his way to her belly. His movement put him out of her reach, but that was okay. If she'd continued stroking him he wouldn't have lasted and he had a desperate need to be inside her when he came.

Ignoring the throbbing between his legs, he kept his attention focused on her and ran his tongue around her navel, leaving a wet trail.

He could see she was restless now, her body shifting beneath him, arching toward him, desperate for what only he could give her. Gently, he ran a hand along the inside of her thigh and he grinned when she opened her legs for him. With his fingers, he gently parted her slick folds then bent his head to lick her clitoris.

Her body jerked in reaction, and she groaned as her hands scrambled for something to grab. That's it baby. Let me drive you wild. He worked his fingers lower, sliding into her opening. She spread her legs wider even as his name tumbled from her lips. For several minutes he simply enjoyed the taste and feel of her as her body reacted to his ministrations with fresh shots of cream and tiny pulses.

Before long she was writhing against him and it didn't take long for his thoughts to spiral into a single focus...to give her the release she desperately needed. He added a third finger, and sucked her tiny nub into his mouth and was treated to the most beautiful sight he'd seen in awhile as she broke apart before him.

Screaming, Amber reared up, her hands spearing through his hair as her channel pulsed around his fingers and her clit throbbed against his tongue. "Oh God, oh God, oh God...Seth!"

He pushed her now, demanding she give him every bit of her pleasure, wringing out her orgasm until she collapsed in an exhausted mass against the pillow.

Before she had time to recover, he shifted over her and thrust home. She cried out as his balls slapped against her bottom. He lowered his head and captured her mouth in breathless kiss that silenced her scream.

He only gave her a moment to adjust to his invasion before he began to move, setting up a powerful rhythm, stroking to her deepest regions. Her delicate tissues stretched around him, cradling him like a glove. The friction caused by each thrust only seemed to add to both their pleasures. She grabbed at his shoulders, sinking her nails into his back.

His hands traveled down her side until he grasped her bottom, pulled her against him and drove impossibly deeper into her responsive little body. Again, was all he could think as he slammed into her. He wanted her to come again, to come with him this time.

She was close, he could tell by the way her body quivered beneath him, she was riding that delicious edge of pleasure. Only he wasn't going to last much longer. His balls drew up tight as he felt the impending tidal wave of pleasure building. Not wanting to leave her out, he trailed one hand between them, finding her clit and pinching it.

Her body went rigid, straining against him as he stroked her quivering flesh. He could feel it rushing toward him now, plowing through his body and he began rocking faster, his thrusts harder.

Just as he feared it was going to go off that glorious edge without her, she splintered beneath him as her orgasm exploding out in all directions. Her channel clamped down on him, squeezing and he was a gonner. He slammed into her one last time and the room blurred as he emptied himself into her on a growl.

She went limp beneath him a second before he collapsed over her. It took all his energy to keep up on his elbows so he didn't crush her while he fought to catch his breath.

"Are you all right?" he rasped in her ear.

"Mmmm hmmm," she replied on a purr that had him grinning from ear to ear.

Gently he withdrew, then dropped onto the bed bedside her, and pulled her against him. They still needed to talk, but it could wait until morning when they were both refreshed and able to speak rationally. Right now he wanted her to bask in the post coital bliss and rest. She desperately needed to rest. He pressed a kiss to her hair as he snuggled a little closer. "Just rest now, baby. I got you."