AN: This chapter is from Rick's POV. It's starts from where I left it off. I really hope you like it. Please write comments and let me know what you think about it, I'd really appreciate it. Next chapter would be from Kate's POV and it would be longer than the previous chapters. Also, I promise to make it hotter and dirtier and hopefully more interesting since it's the last one. Really hope that you will be looking forward for it :)

Chapter 4

"Heat Wave"

Castle was losing his grip and needed to get it back. He had to concentrate on his mission even though he got a bit distracted. Because Beckett could be such a distraction. A very sexy distraction at that. The best distraction he could wish for. Quite frankly, he didn't know whether she was just making stuff up or she was telling the truth. But either way the picture of her in the bathtub with a naked and soapy body, reading his book while stroking herself was staying in his mind forever. There was no question or any doubt about that. Because now every time he closed his eyes the picture appeared in his mind no matter that she probably made it all up. He didn't care about that. But he had to get out of that bedazzled state that she had managed to put him in no time.

He couldn't deny she was good. He could give her that. But he quickly figured what she was doing to him. He figured it all out the minute she decided to discuss the scene he wrote for her. She wanted to discuss it thoroughly as she emphasized. Sp he instantly knew that she was trying to get back at him. But she wasn't going to win this. There was no way. After all that was his game not hers. And he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. All he needed to do was to concentrate. And erase the dirty picture of naked Beckett from his mind. Or at least save it for later.

There was just a big silence since Beckett told him that she was joking. A bit awkward but he was going to break it anyway. He just had to do it in order to turn the tables. And he just knew the way he could do that.

"Do you want me to read it to you?" He suggested, looking at her again.

"What?" She asked as she had been in a deep thought and couldn't hear his question at all.

"The book. "Heat Wave". Do you want me to read it to you right now?"

"No. I'd better go," she exclaimed and quickly got up from the couch, ready to take off. "I have a date, remember?"

"But it's still early," he protested, pouting at her. He couldn't just let her go. He most certainly didn't want to.

"I have to take a bath and change," she justified herself, making a lame excuse.

"But you said you're dressed liked that because of your date. So I guessed that you were ready to go."

"Right," she nodded, biting her lip nervously.

Did she made up this date of hers? But why would she do that, he wondered.

"Still, I'd better get going. It's getting late." Kate said, making her way to the door.

"Ha!" Castle exclaimed, trying a bit different approach to make her stay since asking her politely wasn't enough.

"What?" she stopped abruptly and turned to face him.

"Nothing," he stated, crossing his arms, looking at her with a certain disapproval.

"Fine. I'll go." She said and turned away again, ready to leave.

"Fine! Go! You see, I knew you'd do that. You're just scared. I knew you wouldn't handle it," he said, daring her.

She turned and looked at him saying, "Oh, please," shaking her head. Now she looked a bit angry at him.

"You chickened out and now you're going away. You just couldn't handle it. I know you can't control yourself around me," he stated smugly, mocking her. "And especially since we're all alone in my house. Just the thought of it is making you blush. So now you wanna run away. Hide. As usual. That's so typical for you," he continued teasing her, hoping it would get her frustrated enough and she would finally change her mind though his approach was little risky.

"Okay!" she paced up, sitting on the couch. She was obviously really frustrated. "Fine! Go ahead. Read!" She dared him and crossed her arms angrily.

That's how you do it, he thought to himself, smiling at his achievement. Though it was a bit tricky he managed to convince her, knowing her well enough and the way she would react to his provocation.

"Fine, I will." He declared, matching her anger and got up from the couch. "Thanks for staying by the way," he went searching for the book and once he found it, he sat on the couch right next to her even closer than the first time. "Now shut up and listen!" He opened the book, searching for the right page.

"I am all ears," she stated, looking at her fingernails, pretending to be bored.

After just a few seconds of searching Castle opened the book on the page he was looking for. Page 105, of course.

"Wow, you found it pretty fast," she teased him. It seemed that she was calm once again. She seemed really peaceful, her anger long gone, and instead she was being playful with him. He was so glad that after all she decided to. Glad that he managed to convince her to stay.

"After all, I wrote it." Castle answered back, matching her playfulness.

"Yeah. That must be the reason," she answered skeptically, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, I can massage your feet and read the book at the same time if you want to." He suggested, hoping she would take his offer.

"Yeah, I guess you don't even need to read it. You probably know it all by heart," she teased once again, smiling playfully at him.

"That makes two of us," he answered her teasing comment, teasing her back. He liked her giddy mood and her playfulness. But then she didn't say anything else so he decided to try again.

"I wasn't kidding about the foot massage. I could really do it while I am reading. If you want to relax a bit. Because honestly you look a bit tense."

"No, Castle, thanks. I am good," she declined politely his offer and it seemed he wasn't going to convince her anyway. So her decide to just drop it.

"Are you sure you don't wanna make yourself more comfortable on my couch?" He asked, concerned, looking at her.

"I am fine. You can read now," she asked him to hurry.

"I hope you would always be so eager," he joked but he saw that she just rolled eyes at him.

"Okay, okay. Here we go," he said and then he looked down at the book and started reading to her. "Tentatively, slowly, each drew an inch closer, each still silent, each still holding the other's steady gaze. Whatever worry or uncertainty or conflict she'd felt before, she pushed it aside as too much thinking. At that moment, Nikki Heat didn't want to think. She wanted to be."

It seemed like Kate wasn't paying much attention to his reading and his words so he sat closer to her on the couch, leaning close to her ear, trying to read a bit more slowly and sexily. So he continued reading with a steady and sexy tone, "She reached out and gently touched his jaw where she had struck him earlier. She rose up on one knee and leaned forward to him and, rising above him, lightly kissed his cheek. Nikki hovered there, studying the play of shadows and candlelight on his face. The soft ends of her hair dangled down and brushed him. He reached out, gently smoothing one side back, lightly stroking her temple as he did."

It seemed the situation quickly turned around. His reading so close to her ear was doing the trick because Kate was obviously listening to him very carefully, paying her full attention to his words, and to him as well. He knew that closing the distance between them would be enough to make her listen to him carefully. And plus, he was so close to her that she could probably hear his words even if he whispered them. So close that she probably could feel his breath on her cheek when he breathed out in her ear. And she obviously liked it because she haven't moved even an inch apart.

"Leaning there above him, Nikki could feel the warmth from his chest coming up to meet hers and she inhaled the mild scent of his cologne," he continued reading, hoping that she could feel heat from his body as well as the gentle brushes he made against her hand which may seem to her like an innocent brushes all by accident but he was doing them purposely. "The flickering of the candles gave the room a feeling of motion, the way it looked to Nikki when the plane she was in flew through a cloud. She pressed herself down to him and he came to meet her, the two of them not so much moving as drifting weightless toward each other, attracted by some irresistible force in nature that had no name, color, or taste, only heat."

While he was reading, he gazed at Kate from time to time, scrutinizing her face and her reactions to his words. So far so good, he thought. It seemed she was mesmerized by his words, his sexy husky tone, and by the feeling of the gentle brushes on her hand against his. He guessed that she could feel the heat of his hand, his body being so close to hers, because he most definitely could feel it. So he continued reading the book to her.