"You're sure?" Castle asked.
"Castle!" Kate cried. "Are you trying to convince me not to?"
"I just don't think I could handle if you thought it was a mistake… if you blamed me…" His voice was almost a tremble.
Kate's heart broke at his words. Had her guard been up so high that he didn't know how she felt?
She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked. "I'm taking a shower. I'd like it if you joined me…"
Castle scrambled to take his robe off, following Kate into the shower as quickly as he could.
Inside the shower, Kate let herself get a good look at Castle. At all of Castle. He was more sculpted than she'd imagined. And he was bigger than she imagined. Sick or not, she wanted him. Now.
"Kate, you're … you look … I mean, my God…" Castle stammered. All of his fantasies of Beckett hadn't done justice for what she looked like. Every inch of her was perfect.
"For a writer, I thought you'd be better with your words," she joked. She secretly loved that she had this effect on him.
Rather than words, Castle put his hands on her hips, pulling her into him. He let his hands roam the curves of her body. His hands dropped lower until he was cupping her ass. "Kate," he growled, his voice so low and husky that it gave her goosebumps.
"We agreed to wait," she groaned, telling herself more than Castle.
"I can't stand it. I need you. Now." The last word came out like an order. She had never seen this side of him. At work, she was always in charge. He followed orders. Now the tables had turned and she liked it. "Tell me you're feeling better," he practically begged.
"I feel fine…" she slowly let her hands move up and down his shaft until a moan left his lips. "How do you feel?" She purred.
"Good," he breathed, eyes closed and head tossed back. "God," he groaned, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her into a heated kiss. She inched closer to him, her tongue brushing over his lower lip, begging for entry. He quickly obliged and they stood under the water for a while, doing nothing but kissing.
Kate started to kneel in front of him but he blocked her, pulling her into his embrace. "That's not what I want," he growled. He pinned her against the glass shower door and used one hand to part her thighs before slamming into her. He let a hand loop around her, holding her against him and allowing him to go deeper inside her. Kate pressed one hand against the glass, leaving a handprint in the steam. She moaned loudly; she had never had sex like this. She'd never felt a touch so intense. She'd never felt so desired.
"Rick," she whimpered as she grew close. Just hearing her call him by his first name was enough to send him over the edge but he held out until she'd hit her peak.
After the shower he wrapped a towel around her and lead her by the hand to the bed. When she eased herself onto the bed he used one hand to untie her towel. He marveled once again at how beautiful she was.
"Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer," she teased. She let her legs part just enough to give him a peek.
"Wouldn't do you justice," he shrugged, his eyes never leaving her body. He lowered himself onto her, his lips connecting with the sensitive skin of her neck. His hand ran over her thigh and up the curves of her body before focusing on her breasts. He felt Kate writhing underneath him, impatiently wanting him to go further. He felt her hips bucking towards him, eager to feel him inside her. He gave in and slowly pushed inside her. He expected her to close her eyes and toss her head back but she surprised him. Instead she cupped his face and locked eyes with him, letting him know she wanted this just as much as he did. They made love slowly, tangling themselves around each other. Kate lifted her head off the bed to capture him in a kiss, the electricity of it sending them both over the edge.
He pulled her into his arms before they had a chance to get dressed. He wasn't ready for her to be clothed yet. He certainly wasn't ready for her to slip out of his arms. After years of pining after her, he finally felt like he had her.