A/N: This entire chapter comes with an NC-17 rating. Please read at your own discretion :)

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Jamie paced around the hotel room on his phone, calling everyone he knew and pulling strings to get me a flight. I sat on the end of the bed with my credit card between my fingers, patiently waiting.

"How many points do I have?" he asked to the agent on the other line.

"Will that cover it? Can you combine them?"

I had no idea what he was talking about. Sounded like a foreign language to me. Or well, more foreign than his Irish accent. I giggled to myself.

"Great, let's book it."

I reached up, waving my credit card. He stopped in front of me, looked down, and shook his head, so I nodded in protest. He took it with a smile and put it in his front pocket. I sighed, placing my fingers inside the jeans to retrieve it. I could feel the card, but when I went to move, he pressed into my hand holding it there against his upper thigh. I narrowed my eyes and he returned the expression with a wink.

Little shit.

"No, that'll be all. Thank you for your help."

He hung up, releasing me as well. I moved my hand to cross my arms.

"Here, I think you were trying to get this." He pulled my card out, pushing it toward me.

"Or were you after something else?"

I blushed, grabbing it from him. "Shut up. Why didn't you use it?"

"Because it's taken care of."

"Jamie, you don't have to pay for such an unexpected expense. Not your responsibility."

He shrugged. "I had the points. It was free for both of us."

"You're impossible!"

"And you love me anyway." He laughed.

"So what's the plan?"

"You leave at 7:40 tomorrow morning. Get into New York at 1:30."

"Thank you for doing that. You really didn't need to."

"I know the difference between need and want, baby."

Good Lord, he lit me on fire with those simple responses.

"Is it hot in here?" I joked.

"No, it's just you."

He licked his lips, purposely, of course. He was deliciously dangerous.

"Okay, anyway..." I looked away, hoping to distract him.

"Did you already pay for this room?" he asked.

"Well, I gave them my credit card at check-in, but I think he said something about charging me when I leave."

"Good. Leo is outside waiting. Go meet him while I pay for these few hours."

I met his gaze. "Why would you do that?"

"Because you're coming home with me," he said. "I want to make love to you one last time in my bed."

Thank God I was sitting, otherwise I surely would've fallen to the floor. My skin was tingling as the goosebumps and butterflies awakened. The fire burning from within was certainly obvious on my face.

"You're not allowed," I replied before standing.

I met his body, looking up into those alluring eyes, filled with temptation. He grabbed my arms to hold me in place. He inhaled sharply when I moved my lips to his neck, leaving a gentle kiss there.

"Doctor's orders, not mine," I breathed across his skin.

He moved his mouth to my ear. "Go get in the car."

The seriousness in the command sent a shiver down my spine, and that devilish grin spread across his face when he felt it.

"Simply impossible," I huffed, turning on my heels out of his embrace.

"I'm so in love with you," I heard him say behind me.

Our desire was palpable. I stopped at the door and turned around, offering him a seductive lip bite.

"You've ruined me," he added.

"Likewise." I quickly left before I jumped him in the rented hotel room.

Leo stepped out of the limo when he saw me approach.

"We meet again," I said with a smile.

"And so soon, Miss Taylor!"

That made me laugh. "Life is weird. Oh, and call me Kelsey."

"As you wish."

I loved his accent. It was British, and I assumed Jamie had found him when he moved from Ireland. I still wasn't sure if he was just a driver or his bodyguard, personal assistant, whatever. He always seemed to be at Jamie's beck and call though.

He held the car door open for me. I stepped in, scooting to the opposite side, and tapped my foot impatiently.

A few minutes later Jamie joined us. He shut the door behind him and looked at me, smiling while we waited for Leo to drive away.

I went to say something, but he interrupted by clearing his throat.

"Leo," he began.

"Yes, sir?"

"Partition."

He nodded in response. I watched as he began to disappear behind the rising window. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to dismiss my nerves. I could turn up the heat, too. If he wanted to play, I'd show him how.

"Were you about to say something?" he asked. "You have privacy."

I shook my head, my eyes dropping to his lips as I licked my own.

"Privacy's good," was all I could manage. I quickly moved from my seat to straddle his lap.

Instinctively, his hands fell to my hips, holding me against him. "Okay then," he chuckled.

"No more talking," I said.

I attacked his lips with all the passion and frustration that had built inside me over the last few days; the sadness from the accident, the anger from overhearing the conversation, the regret for leaving, and the desire to break doctor's orders because I needed his touch so badly. He wrapped both arms around my torso, forcing us even closer together. He was breathless beneath my assault. I wanted to kiss away every scar he'd known, past and present. He tugged my hair back, causing my lips to part in a satisfied moan and granting his tongue access. He licked at mine in a playful dance that had me rapidly falling apart, imagining those same movements between my legs.

My hands dropped from his jawline to the base of his shirt; I needed to feel his soft skin with my fingers. It'd been too long already.

He broke our kiss. "Wait," he whispered, "almost home."

"I don't care," I replied.

I moved my hands underneath, running my nails up and down the muscles of his abdomen. He sucked at my neck, leaving small bites while I splayed my hands across his warm, bare chest, his cotton shirt caressing my wrists.

His fingers trailed down my spine in a tantalizing pattern before he cupped my behind tightly in either palm. His grip caused me to move against him, and he grunted at the contact. My lips met his again, still as eager and hungry, if not more. The sweet massage of his hands was delectable. I wanted him naked, and by the feel of his growing member beneath me, he certainly felt the same. I loved that I could stimulate the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. His responses to my body gave the siren in me ultimate satisfaction.

"Kels," he panted.

I moaned, pulling his golden tresses between my fingers, not wanting to let go of his needy lips.

"Stop moving," he added.

I shook my head against his mouth, so he forcefully put an end to my grinding hips with a tight grip.

Confused, I broke apart from him and met his gaze.

"I'm coming undone," he half-laughed.

"So?"

"So, I want to save it for you."

"Jesus," I threw my head back at his words. He drove me absolutely mad.

He took the opportunity to press small kisses from my chin down my throat.

I moved my gaze to his. "Then you've gotta stop doing that."

"I'll make it up to you in five minutes," he said.

I caught his lips once more, not as hard, but for just as long. Knowing that I wouldn't get to feel any part of him for maybe a week, and that was if the doctor released him.

Leo pulled into Jamie's driveway, parking the car. He didn't get out though, which made me think he knew we were up to something.

I smiled. "Finally."

"Baby, you're telling me."

I reluctantly removed myself from his lap and he opened his door, grabbing my hand and pulling me out behind him. The trunk popped up as Jamie walked back to remove my suitcase. He dragged it behind him, holding my hand in the other, offering a nod at Leo. Unlocking the front door, he lifted my suitcase and set it to the side before locking us in.

"Now," he said, "continue."

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck and slowly pushed him back against the door. I tried to remind myself he was healing. As much as I wanted to roughly let go of my frustrations, I couldn't hurt him.

"Is this your prize for winning the race?" He grinned.

"Oh, no, darlin', that one I'm still saving up for when you're better."

He closed his eyes briefly at my words. "Fucking accident."

"Shh," I kissed him softly, "it'll be worth the wait."

"I've waited my whole life for you, so what's another week?"

I bit my lip. "You're a smooth talker."

"No, I'm not. I'm honest."

His eyes were gleaming. I noticed in that moment they seemed to be greyer when he was turned on, and bluer most other times. I lost myself in them, picking out the lines and specks in each one.

"You're beautiful when you do that," he whispered.

"Do what?"

"Look at me like you do. It's not superficial."

"I told you, you have beautiful eyes that I get lost in." I crossed mine, which made him laugh.

"I just want to get lost in you, baby."

"Go ahead."

With one swift shove, I stumbled backwards and his hand caught me at my lower back. Grabbing my wrist with the other one, he led me upstairs to his bedroom. I took it upon myself to kick the door shut behind us, although it didn't matter since we had the house to ourselves. I suddenly wished I could've christened every corner of it with him, but I suppose we could some other time.

He spun me around, pulling me into his arms then dipping me backwards. I laughed as my hair swished across my shoulders when he quickly stood me upright. My smile faded into desire when I noticed his eyes on my lips, silently begging for them. Without hesitation he captured my mouth, holding my head in place with one hand, his other still resting on my back. His tongue delved deeper and I knew he meant business. The car ride was merely a tease before the real thing, before he let himself go completely. I moaned into the kiss when he licked at my upper lip. He sucked on the bottom one then finally released me. Gently removing his hands from my body as I managed to regain my composure to stand on my own.

He chuckled. "You alright?"

"I will be soon enough," I teased.

"Is that so?"

He looked like a kid in a candy store. His face was bright and cheerful. The man loved having his cake and eating it, too.

I nodded playfully. "It is, because we're not done here."

"What'd you have in mind?"

I shrugged. "You, breathless at my touch."

He ran a finger dangerously slow down my arm before grabbing my hand. "Already done. You'll have to do better than that."

Okay, he really wanted to play, and since we wouldn't be able to after tonight, I was going to make it worth our while.

"Let's make a bet," I said.

"Give me your best offer." He ran his thumb across my knuckles.

"I bet I can get you to say my name first."

Goosebumps! I finally saw goosebumps on his skin at my words. For once, the tables had turned.

"You should've bet against yourself, baby." He smiled triumphantly. "Deal."

"Sit down," I told him, "on the end of the bed."

His eyes widened at my demand, not expecting me to take charge. What he didn't realize was I wasn't going to give up easily. Much to my delight, he did as I said and sat on the edge with an adorable grin.

I crawled on the bed behind him, letting my hands fall to his waist. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it in the floor. I pressed soft kisses from his shoulder across his upper back, and he dropped his head in submission.

"I wish I could erase all your pain," I whispered into his ear.

He didn't answer, so I moved my hands to his muscular shoulders and began massaging. He gasped at the touch, but I knew it was from pleasure and not pain, because I wasn't squeezing very hard. I could feel his stress beneath my fingers.

"Shit," he mumbled.

"Does that hurt?"

"God, no, baby. Don't stop."

My stomach did a somersault at his breathless response. I leaned forward and sucked at his neck while my hands continued their caress. He tilted his head to the side, embracing the sensations, but he remained quiet other than an occasional moan, which was driving my senses crazy. I needed to up the ante. He had too much power to resist. I stopped my movements.

"Why?" he whined.

"Oh, I'm just getting started."

I stepped off of the bed and stood in front of him, quickly stripping naked a few inches away. He looked up at me, a sense of surrender painted on his face. He was waiting for my next move. I held his beautiful face in my hands and admired the view. I tried to take mental pictures of how he looked in that exact moment so I could recall it when I lost sleep without him. I let my forefinger trace a line from his jaw down his sternum to his happy trail. He never watched my actions, only my expression.

"Every inch of you is perfect, it's so unfair," I said to myself more than him.

He reached up and pulled me onto his lap. "Every inch is yours."

I whimpered. How was I the lucky one who got to see God's gift to women naked? Who gave me the right to be able to touch this man wherever I pleased? My hand twitched at the thought. I gently pushed him back by the shoulders to lie against the bed. He propped himself up again to watch me, and I began to realize I couldn't be predictable like last time. So I moved my lips to his toned biceps, kissing and nibbling them both. He snickered beneath me. I began doing the same down his jaw, and neck, across his chest, to his abs. I licked a zigzag pattern across them and his eyes lit up. We were getting somewhere now. My hand fell to his pants as I massaged his length through the fabric. He closed his eyes and bit his lip when I did. He was going to fight the silence until the very end. I scooted down his body, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. His gaze was back on me. He lifted his hips, begging me to remove the constraint. I pulled only his pants off his long legs. He sighed, and I knew he was frustrated that I didn't take his boxers with them. I smiled successfully.

"You're awfully quiet," I said, moving back up to hover above his face.

"Admiring the view."

"Right." I winked, capturing his lips in a soft, slow, sensual kiss.

He was flushed; I could feel his heart beating quickly against my chest. I let go of his mouth as I moved my hand between us. I rested it atop his erection and his breath hitched. I let my tongue trail a line down to one of his nipples as I circled it playfully, beginning the slow stroke of my hand over the outline of him. He writhed beneath me.

"Fuck," he muttered.

"Lassie speaks!"

His hooded eyes glared at me under long lashes, so I blew on his nipple, causing him to shut them and arch his back. I offered the same treatment to the other before crawling down his torso. I was torturing myself as much as I was torturing him.

I pulled his boxers to his ankles as he raised his hips for me, and he kicked them off himself. I smiled, picking up his perfect length in my hand, a little glisten on the head. I'd done that to him. He sat up at the touch, resting on his elbows, still refusing words.

I changed my mind, quickly placing my mouth around the tip instead, and he gasped at the sensation, hopefully due to surprise. I twirled my tongue in circles, dropping my lips further on him, finding a hypnotic rhythm.

"Dammit, baby," he said through gritted teeth.

I continued my seduction, finding myself incredibly turned on by his reaction. I felt powerful being able to elicit such sexy responses. I took him as deep as I could, tightening my mouth against him. I looked up to see his head thrown back and sweat beads forming on his stomach. I felt him tremble inside me, his orgasm on the brink.

"Okay," he panted, eyes meeting mine, "stop."

I kept his gaze, and my steady movements. He sat up on his palms, moving a hand to my hair. I grabbed his wrist, tossing it away as I licked and sucked at him.

"Please," he begged.

I wanted to smile at his desperation; he was truly distraught, not wanting to release this way, but I refused to back down. He'd say my name first if I had to try all night.

I lowered completely, his happy trail tickling my nose, and it was enough to cause his explosion.

"Oh God, Kels!" he yelled as he spilled into me, falling back against the bed.

My inner siren was dancing in circles, absolutely delighted. My own orgasm almost releasing from the sound of his submission; him yelling my name from the depths of his desire. I didn't even care if he'd said it to let me win, it sounded incredible in his accent.

He shook his head as he struggled to catch his breath. "Fuck," he managed.

"I win!" I lay on top of him, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm going to have to use my inhaler," he said, "and that's not sexy."

I laughed. "That good?"

He finally opened his eyes. "I can't move."

I leaned down and gently nibbled at his neck while he wrapped his weak arms around my frame.

"But when I can, it's your turn."

I sat back up. "No, I barely lasted through that."

He looked at me with amusement. "So you drove us both crazy, huh?"

"I drove you crazy, your reaction drove me crazy." My eyes moved to his lips when he licked them.

"How close are you?"

"Really close."

He dropped one of his arms from my waist, reaching between us. He ran a single finger over my center, and I practically jumped out of my skin at the touch. He chuckled.

"You weren't kidding."

I watched his eyes as the back of his hand brushed my inner thigh. Then I felt the tip of him at my opening. I held onto his wrist, sitting back while we both eased him into me.

I took a deep breath as I slowly sank down his length. He moaned when he'd filled me completely, and that alone almost sent me over the edge. I tried to control myself, enjoy the feeling of him while I still could. We stayed like that for what felt like the longest time, his hands gently massaging my bare breasts. With our eyes locked, I began the slow rise and fall of my hips. He brought his bottom lip between his teeth, leaving white marks.

"Mmm," I murmured when his pelvis started meeting my thrusts.

He held my waist when I came down, moving me in a gentle circle around him instead. The feeling was sensational, magical, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. And I wondered if it was just because he was good at sex or if it was because it was with him; the man I'd fallen madly in love with.

I leaned toward his face, continuing the seductive swirl of my hips. "I want you," I whispered.

"So bad, baby," he said, pulling my mouth to his.

He picked up his pace as our lips crashed into one another's at the same rate as our hips. I was coming undone at a rapid speed. I held his face between my hands, feeling my orgasm hit me.

"Jamie," I panted, unraveling.

"Again." He continued his pace although I was already spinning out of control.

"Fuck, Jamie!" I couldn't breathe as wave after wave washed over me, feeling him eventually stiffen inside of me as he reached his own peak, offering my body every ounce he had left.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, pushing me against his shoulder. "Don't leave," he said hotly into my ear.

"I love you," was all I could muster up. I left a hundred kisses to his neck.

"Endlessly."

I breathed in his fresh scent, the one that belonged to only him, his pheromones, and engraved it in my mind.

"Roll over," he said.

I grunted. "I can't."

"It's only fair I return the favor."

The hairs on my arms sprang to life. I shifted to look at him. "I don't think I can."

He smiled mischievously. "I bet I can make you."

I shook my head. "Please no more bets."

Slowly, he rolled us so that I lay beneath him, staring up at his flawless face, already filled with more desire. The scars remained invisible to me, because he was my perfect match.

"All we have is tonight. You can sleep on the plane."

"Jamie, I need to be able to sit on the plane!"

"If you can't sit, does that mean you can't go? Let me get to work then."

I giggled as his head fell to my neck, sucking small O's on it. I tugged at his hair, but he ignored me, continuing his southern path. His tongue flicked randomly across my stomach and dipped into my navel. I arched my back in response, captivated under his spell. He pressed soft kisses down my pelvis and against my warm center; I was suddenly reaching ecstasy once more. He knew exactly what to do to get me where he wanted. I'd never felt this way about anyone in my life, sex aside, but God was the sex icing on top of an already delectable cake.

"Mmm, yes." I couldn't contain my arousal.

He nudged my legs apart further as I watched him lick me seductively, every inch of my body burning for him. His darkened eyes met mine in erotic intensity. He was the most gorgeous human I'd seen, and his mouth was on me, of all people. He wanted to satisfy me; I was the luckiest person alive.

I rested my weight on one elbow as I played with his hair in my other hand. He moaned against my sensitive flesh and my orgasm quickly surfaced.

"Baby," he whispered.

The cascade of his hot breath caused my ultimate unraveling. I tugged his soft locks roughly and threw my head back, mumbling incoherent pleasure. He continued to lick at me, moving a finger inside my wet flesh and wiggling it in small circles.

"No," I begged.

He ignored me, inserting another.

"Please, stop."

"Say it," he urged.

And as he kept my orgasm building, I realized what he meant. A few more rubs against my soft spot, I couldn't breathe.

"Jamie, shit, please." I sat up, pushing his face away from my center, not wanting to fall again without him.

He laughed victoriously. "That wasn't so hard."

"No, but I hope you are," my inner siren blurted out, and his eyes widened at my dirty mouth.

"Lucky for you..." he trailed off, positioning himself between my legs.

"I guess the luck of the Irish has rubbed off on me."

He winked, pressing completely into me as a response, and I yelped at the sensation. My release was still mere seconds away due to his previous endeavor.

I saw him wince when he rested on his elbows beside my head. "Are you okay?"

He kissed me sweetly. "More than okay."

I cupped his face in my hands, rubbing gentle strokes across his scars as he serenaded my body with his own strokes.

"Come with me," I whispered.

"Now or to New York?"

I smiled. "Both."

"Only one will have to do."

He picked up his pace and a moment later we were clinging to each other with heavy breaths, beating hearts, and sweaty skin.