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Chapter 4

"Kate?" He whispered into the darkness, wondering whether her change of breathing rhythm was a sign she was waking up. He had been awake a little while, waking naturally with an urge to use the bathroom. Now back in bed, he rolled wriggled his body to his side to face Kate's sleeping form. What he had done with her last night came flooding back to him with a super wave of emotions. He kept quiet and still, and waited for her to rouse, but so far, Kate hadn't responded at all to him saying her name.

She was almost lying on her back, her head to the side with her left hand tucked under her chin. He breathed in the scent of her, the shampoo she used, of them. Their combined smell was appealing and turned him on more than a minute or so ago when he'd been recollecting their nocturnal activities, He whispered again, "Katie?"

He got up on his elbow and gazed down upon her face. She was beautiful and he was feeling foreign in his own body about what she was doing to him, the thoughts that were coming into his mind. Unusual ideas. Somewhere on the surface it spooked him a little but deep down inside things were feeling very right that morning. He'd found the missing piece.

And she wasn't waking. He wanted to be with her one more time before he left.

He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, another to her dark hair, then murmured, "Honey?"

His hand stroked the top of her head. She was beginning to slowly come to. Her breathing altered, "Kate? Wake up. I have to leave soon." A further few presses of his lips to her temple and jaw.

She tilted her head a fraction, released a sound that indicated she was enjoying his attention. Her hand lifted to his.

"Kate, honey?" He wanted to say goodbye, as he didn't want her waking in the morning with him having gone without saying anything. He kissed her cheek. She rolled her head to his mouth and kissed him.

He wasn't certain she was awake, but the way she kissed persuaded him she was at some level of semiconsciousness.

"Honey? Are you awake?" He caressed her hair from her face which is what stirred her into a hazy state of consciousness. She moved and muttered something he didn't understand but she sounded awfully cute and the way she pushed herself into him was even more so.

"I have to go." Once again, he softly kissed the side of her face, then her cheek.

"No, stay," she whispered.

"Want to, but I can't," he ran his hand down over her left breast then down her body and over her pubic bone. She was moist, warm. She moved her legs accepting him.

"Stay a little.." her fingers brushed over his chest, down over his abdomen, no doubt tempting him.

"Oh, Kate," he moaned kissing her jaw, her throat, "you are so cute. I have …" He stopped talking when her fingers softly wrapped around him. A pleasant sound of approval escaped her and her lips formed a smile of satisfaction. He closed his eyes as all strength to leave disappeared. His hand moved further south on her.

"Stay a little longer," she repeated. She gasped a little when he found her clit.

He breathed in deeper, smiled into their kisses, amused by her behaviour to retain him. "There you go," he mumbled and she moaned pure pleasure.

"You're staying," she said firmly.

"Mm." He wasn't whether she asked or told him. He'd made up his mind. He'd stay a little while longer. She was physically keeping him in the bed, holding him there as a fact. Certainly wasn't the detective in her bedroom at 5.00 am.

He blindly reached over Kate to the bedside table he patted the top of in search of something he soon found. He pinched up the last condom packet. Using his teeth, he ripped open the packaging. He slid the rubber out and with one hand and Kate's help dressed his engorged penis. Kate rolled to her back, finalising the condom to its rightful place. Moving above Kate's body, he gently urged her thighs apart. They kissed as he guided himself inside her body.

She squeaked. He paused. He pulled out, he pushed in deeper. He closed his eyes wishing he didn't have to leave, imagining he was in a cold place to hold on longer. He wanted more time before reality and life imposed upon them. He felt her hands draw him down to her body and she continued to kiss him, her legs wrapping about him, her soft, smooth thighs sliding over his skin. She would soften her grip, tighten, drop away and all the time her movement was adding to what he could feel inside her body.

"Keep seeing me," he softly pleaded in a whisper close to her left ear.

"Mm," she responded, her hands caressing his back, "Keep seeing me," she echoed.

He lifted a little to see her eyes, grinned then kissed her harder. It was a brief kiss, as he then raised his upper body, momentarily closing his eyes. They could barely see each other's faces in the darkness of the bedroom but they seemed to be in sync already. Beneath him, she refrained from being too active, so he didn't climax early. Even this morning in the early hours of the morning he was excited, calmer than last night but still keen. She, on the other hand had a body that was spent and satiated and he'd seen to it she would be so today. He was positive her body was fatigued but she still wanted more of him. She was sleepy and relaxed, which was making it more comfortable than their first encounter last night when they had been nervous and tense.

He had stayed the entire night something he rarely died, and he was pretty sure she expected to wake along in the morning. He'd stayed because he couldn't bare having her wake by herself. He had woken her, wanting more, not wanting to flee the scene even though he had to. Now he filled her and asked for a bit more every time he pushed himself inside her. He was gentle and slow this morning, intimate. She flexed her muscles. He opened his eyes to her and kind of smirked.

"Keep that up and I won't be there for much longer," he muttered. She smiled, touching his face. He dropped right over her body going onto his elbows. kissing. She reached her hands about his torso, over his ribs. She wanted to lift her legs around his him, cross her ankles at his backside but she stayed where she was, spread enough for his width and relaxed. He penetrated deeply and slowly. He lifted away for air, to pant.

She caressed his face. She was on the edge of climaxing. Her body was feeling and doing things she hadn't felt in a long time. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing. It felt like magic. She didn't want him to depart her company so early but she knew she couldn't hold him back.

He nibbled at her neck in a manner that heightened her nerve response. Her body arched, slackened, arched. His pelvis played purpose against her pubic bone with every thrust. She couldn't stop her legs from lifting higher, altering the angle of her pelvis. She pushed the bedsheets of his body relieving him of the added heat. He was more focussed, she was beginning another orgasm beneath him and it rolled in like an express train. She gripped his body, as hers writhed and shook, causing him to fuck her quickly. She was loud, boisterous and he was silent and physical. He slumped over her breathing heavily into the pillow. His hand was cupping her head.

His body continued to slide within her and his rib cage rapidly expanded and contracted over hers, his heart thumping almost in time with her heart. Usually, she pushed the man off after copulation but she wanted him there, wanted the proximity of him to remain intimate, wanted him inside her. Two humans could not get any closer and for about the first time in her life she wasn't telling the mounted partner to get off.

Rick gave several more thrusts into her. He remained aroused and his cock was sensitive. When he did withdraw he pushed himself right up then flopped to the bed on his back. He cheekily looked at Kate, better able to see her with the morning light starting to creep in the room. He found her hand and entwined her fingers in his.

"I have to go get Alexis off to school."

"Ok." She squeezed his hand, "I need coffee."

"It's early. Go back to sleep." He sat up and swung his legs off the bed. Then turned around, leaned over and gave her a kiss, "I'll bring you coffee later."

"Good coffee?"

"Great coffee with two pumps of non-sugar vanilla."

Kate smiled, gave him one more kiss. "Go take care of your child," she said, releasing him. She rolled to her side curling up, prepared to sleep until her alarm would sound. She heard Rick hunt for his clothes, then go to the bathroom. Somewhere as she drifted away, she felt him spread the blankets over her body, then his hand caress her head.

The loft was dark and silent when Rick opened the front door. He quietly clicked the door shut, threw the keys in the bowl and turned on the lights. He was glad for the solitude, for the limited time he could be alone, lost in his thoughts before the daylight and life took over. It wouldn't be long before his daughter came down for breakfast. Upstairs the hall light was on, indicating she was out of bed and using her bathroom to get ready for school.

In the kitchen, he switched on the coffee machine, then made his way to the bedroom, tugging off his soiled clothing that had spent the better part of the night slung over the bed end owned by a detective he was rather fond of. He smirked to himself recollecting their activities. His body carried the scent of them which only served to fuel his hunger to have the woman again. Never in his life had he experienced the depth of the want he was suffering. Kate Beckett was thrilling, mysterious, made love like he'd always fantasised about. He was mad about her. If he could have remained in her apartment he would have stayed there for days.

The shower was steaming hot when he stepped beneath it, thinking about the way he'd handled the woman. She had been quite nervous to begin with but once she had gone beyond that she had turned into quite the lover. He stayed under the stream of water soaking his body, peering down at the erection he once again sported, barely a half hour ago since he had taken the detective. He wished she was there with him now. The last two times they had done it had been bordering on the edge of making love. The first time they had been nervous, clumsy like a couple of teenagers trying it out for the first time. She had surprised him and had literally shot the gun too soon, climaxing within a minute of him touching her.

Out of the shower he dressed in a fresh t-shirt and clean jeans. That would do for now. Barefooted he returned to the kitchen to make his first coffee for the day. He was preparing a cup of tea and had bread in the toaster when he heard his daughter's shoes on the wooden stairs. She was dressed ready for school with a large bag slung over her shoulder. She would have breakfast with him to begin her day.

"Morning Dad." She dropped her bag on the couch then made her way to the kitchen.

"Morning daughter." He gave her a kiss on her forehead as she hugged his torso. It didn't seem too long ago she had barely stood to the height of his hips and now she was at his shoulders.

"You must have got in late last night. Gran and I went to bed gone eleven." Alexis sat at the breakfast bar assessing her father's appearance. As usual he was showered and dressed but this morning he seemed chirpy, looked different.

"Not long after midnight." He slid a cup of tea over the counter to his daughter. "Want a piece of toast?"

"Please. Did you have a good evening?"

"Yes, yes I did. Best night I've had in a long time, sweetie. Did you get your exam results?"

"Yes. Smashed it."

"That's my girl. Wanna celebrate with dinner tonight?"

"Would love to. I should be home by four tonight."

"I'm not sure of my plans as yet, but I will text you." He passed her the toast on a plate and placed a few spreads on the counter that she could choose from.