A/N: Adding the NC-17 rating to this chapter, so read at your discretion ;) I hope this is the moment you've been waiting for! Enjoy every hot minute!

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Jamie's daughter stayed at his house from Wednesday to Saturday the following week. She left with us after dinner with his family. His dad and sisters were lovely; Jamie got his charm and personality from them no doubt. His daughter was precious, and I enjoyed every minute spent with her. We played dress up with her dolls, had pretend afternoon tea on her bedroom floor, watched cartoons, and she even asked if I'd read her bedtime stories instead of daddy. We were buddies, but in the back of my mind I told myself not to get attached. After all, she wasn't mine. I was lucky he even let me meet her so early in our relationship. He could dump me next week and I'd never see her again. All she knew was I was her daddy's friend from New York.

"Are you nervous for tomorrow?" I asked.

I'd decided not to go to the awards show with him, only because I was still overwhelmed from our paparazzi encounter at the airport. Sure enough, Victoria called me the next day telling me I was on the front page of Buzzfeed's website wanting to know who the mystery girl was. She calmed me down and assured me that no one would try to sell embarrassing stories to the media. I think I trusted my loved ones not to.

"A little," he said. "It's always unnerving to wait for the results."

He was standing in his kitchen making salad, steak and baked potatoes for our dinner. I sipped the glass of red wine he'd poured me.

"You're a winner in my book." He turned and I winked.

"Sure you don't want to go?"

I felt bad; he'd flew me all the way to London, let me meet his family, stay in his house, and I wouldn't be his date on an important night for him. I almost changed my mind.

"I'm going to sit this one out. I hope you understand."

"Of course." He smiled before turning back to his task.

I watched him from where I sat on a stool at his island. He wouldn't let me help, but I didn't argue because I was enjoying the view. He moved quickly and expertly through the drawers, cabinets, and refrigerator. I told myself in that moment that I needed to let him cook more often so I could admire his skills.

A few minutes later everything was finished. I ended up setting the table anyway and helping him carry the food over. He dimmed the dining room lights before igniting a few candles in the center of the table. They smelled like sandalwood.

"So romantic," I said.

"All for you. Enjoy."

The butterflies were fluttering madly. He waited for me to cut my steak, and once I did, a beautiful amount of juices oozed out. I took a bite as he watched me intensely.

"Wow," I chewed. "This is amazing."

"Thank you." He cut into his and fixed up his potato with butter and sour cream; I followed suit.

We enjoyed our food in silence for a long while. The wine he'd chosen paired perfectly with everything and I knew it wasn't an accident. He was an expert at wining and dining. Despite living in a big city, his neighborhood was quiet. I was enjoying the smells, tastes, and soft sounds around me, not to mention the stunning sight of him across the table.

"I just wanted to say," he began, "that I really appreciate your tolerance."

"Of what?"

"Me."

I set my fork down. "What do you mean?"

He wiped off his mouth with his napkin. "When I got divorced, I figured that was it for me. No one would want to date a guy in his thirties with a child and ex-wife, let alone a guy who had a hectic job that came with the price of fame and unwanted attention. I wasn't sure I'd ever meet someone who actually cared about me, and not Jamie Dornan. Then I found you."

I wanted to leap across the table into his arms. I didn't know where any of this was coming from or if I should be worried.

He sighed. "And you don't care, about any of it. You're willing to put on a brave face and accept whatever comes your way. You handle it with grace and I feel like myself again, after a long time of not knowing who I was."

"Babe, I..." I couldn't speak. "I don't know what to say. I'm touched and I-"

"My dad told me the other night when you were outside with my sisters that I needed to make sure you knew exactly how I feel. In case it becomes too much and you start to question if this lifestyle is worth it."

I nodded along and held back the tears that were dying to fall.

"Then my daughter came to stay and you..." he was fighting back his own emotions, which only made mine worse. "You were so kind to her."

"Absolutely. She's a child, I'd never treat her otherwise."

"But it was natural. You never hesitated with her. You never looked at her as though she was someone else's. She's my world, and to watch you play with her solidified my feelings." 

He paused for a long moment. "I want all of you, and I know you feel the same."

"Jamie-" He wouldn't let me interrupt.

"I heard what you told her," he said.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? When?"

"When you were reading to her the other night, after I left the room."

I frantically tried to recall what he was talking about, but before I could, he went on.

"She asked you if you thought I was cool, and you said..."

He trailed off and it occurred to me what conversation he was referencing. I wanted to run. The paranoia set in.

I cleared my throat. "I said you were the coolest dad a girl could ever have."

"But that wasn't all."

I began sweating and my face was burning red, I could feel it. I shouldn't have said anything to her she was merely a toddler.

"She asked you something else," he urged.

I nodded, my heart pounding so loud I could hear it, and surely he could, too.

"What'd she ask you, Kels?"

I was biting my tongue. I never imagined not being able to verbalize it. I barely whispered, "She asked if I love you as much as she does."

He smiled. "And what'd you say?"

I shook my head, looking anywhere except at him, and took a big gulp of wine. "I didn't realize you were listening."

"Doesn't matter. What'd you tell her?"

I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply. Spit. It. Out. Kelsey. "I told her I love you very much."

"You've been honest with me from the beginning, right?"

I met his gaze again. "What are you talking about? Of course I have! I'd never lie to you."

"Then say it."

I set my napkin on the table and stood. "I need some fresh air."

I went to walk away, but he quickly chased me, grabbing my arm. "Even if I wouldn't have overheard, she told me the next morning before you came downstairs."

"Told you what?"

He placed both his hands on my hips. "She asked me if friends could love each other. And when I told her yes, she said, 'Kelsey loves you verrry much.'"

I placed my hands over top of his and removed them from my waist. "I have to go...somewhere."

He let me walk away that time. I made it to the front door, but turned around before leaving. He was standing in the middle of the living room with his hands in the pockets of his navy blue slacks. He was wearing my favorite baby blue dress shirt; sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone. His hair was lightly gelled in place as he smiled widely, eyes beaming bright, color set off perfectly by his outfit.

"Why are you scared?" he asked when I didn't go.

"I'm not scared," I said.

"If that were true you wouldn't be running."

He stepped a little closer and I backed into the door.

"If you don't have anything to say then relax."

I shook my head. He chuckled with a shrug, walking over to his stereo and pressing a few buttons. Elvis' Can't Help Falling In Love began playing.

"Dance with me." He stood in the open area between his living room and kitchen with one hand behind his back and the other outreached towards me.

I couldn't suppress my smile or urge to join him, so I conceded. I slowly walked to him and placed my hand in his. He moved my other one to rest on his back, as he did the same with his. He interlocked our fingers, pulling me against him. I looked down at our feet as he swayed back and forth, my dark purple satin dress swirling between us. He cleared his throat, forcing our eyes to meet. He smiled widely, spinning me out then back into him tightly. I watched his amused face and it made me so happy that I began giggling like a schoolgirl. He let his hand fall lower down my back and I didn't stop him. The song quietly ended, but he continued to rock us side-to-side.

"Jamie, I just wanted to say..." I actually didn't know what I wanted to say. I chose my words carefully.

"I appreciate all you've done for me; bringing me here, letting me meet your family, spending time with your daughter, everything. I could never give back what you've given me."

He stopped moving us and his expression hardened. "Are you not happy?"

"Happy? I'm more than happy!"

"Then why does it sound like you're getting ready to tell me it's too much?"

"It is too much," I admitted and he closed his eyes, loosening his grip around me.

"But I can't get enough," I finished.

"I'm not following. Whatever you want, I'll get it."

"The only thing I want," I tried not to burst into tears, "is to tell you..."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Why couldn't I just say it already?

"Please," he whispered.

"I love you, Jamie, more than I should be allowed."

He threw his head back and sighed.

"I know it's too soon," I added, "but I can't-"

He swallowed my words as his lips crashed into mine. He kissed me with so much force I thought I was going to fall over. He lifted me up into his arms and walked us backwards to the nearest wall, pressing me between his body weight and the cold surface. My skin didn't know which sensation to react to. He breathlessly sucked and licked at my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, as I got lost in his sweet assault. I moaned when he placed his hands firmly on my behind. I tightened my grip around him; my whole body was on fire and I needed him, I couldn't wait any longer. My hand fell from his neck to his chest as I ran my fingers across his exposed skin, playing with the light fuzz on his sternum. He broke our kiss.

"Say it again," he pleaded.

"I love you."

"Tell me you're ready."

I nodded as a huge smile spread across our faces. He set me down slowly before walking over to blow out the candles. He wasted no time grabbing my hand, leading me upstairs.

He shut his bedroom door behind us as he walked to his dresser searching for something. He retrieved a lighter and lit more candles I hadn't noticed before. They, too, smelled like sandalwood.

He came back to stand in the middle of the room. "Come here."

He wiggled his finger at me and I laughed nervously before meeting him. He gently held my face between his hands and kissed me, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. I leaned my head back in pleasure, allowing him to trail wet kisses down my neck. He left a line with his tongue from my collarbone to my ear. His hot breath flowed across my skin as he panted against it. I was weak. If he hadn't been holding me up, I was certain I would've hit the ground.

His fingers gingerly found the zipper of my dress and he moved his eyes to mine, seeking silent approval. Once I nodded, he slowly unzipped it, tracing his finger along my skin as it became exposed. The satin material fell on the floor in a pool at our feet. I stood in front of him in my black lace panty and bra set. He stepped back, his eyes falling down my body, and he ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily.

"God, baby, you're perfect."

Goosebumps danced along my skin when he called me baby. He reached up to pull one of the bra straps down over my shoulder, but I shook my head.

"My turn."

He smiled when I moved forward, my fingers drawing a line down the buttons on his shirt. My hands were shaking nervously as I fumbled to get them undone.

"Don't rush," he assured, "I'm not going anywhere."

I half-laughed, embarrassed that I'd lost all ability to function. Once I controlled myself, I unbuttoned each one slowly, never breaking his gaze. He was the perfect one, and I was going to make sure I touched every inch of him. I moved my hands to his porcelain skin and pushed his shirt from his shoulders to the floor. I kissed him gently before reaching between us and undoing the button on his pants. His eyes were changing even in the dimly lit room; I recognized the desire in them. I fell to my knees before him and he whimpered. I almost fell apart when he did. I slowly dragged the zipper down, noticing the goosebumps ignite on his skin. I was glad to know I affected him the same way he affected me. I linked my fingers in the top of his pants, and pulled them down deliciously steady. I subconsciously licked my lips when I saw the outline of him through his black Calvin Klein briefs. He stepped out of his pants before grabbing my arms to stand me back up then kissed me roughly again.

I was so lost in his lips that I didn't feel him unclasp my bra until he moved his strong hand to my bare breast. He massaged it gently, expertly, and I couldn't quiet my moan. I'd waited too long to feel him touch my naked body. He slowly walked us backwards and when I felt my calves touch the bedframe, he laid me down. We exchanged smiles before his head fell to my chest. He pressed a million kisses all over my skin. I squirmed beneath him when his tongue flicked my hardened nipple. He sucked it erotically then moved to offer the other the same care.

I wanted him so badly; I tried to reach between us to feel him through the fabric. He grabbed my wrist and placed it above my head, restraining me.

"Slow down." He kissed me softly. "Enjoy."

His words made it hard not to cry out in pleasure. There was no way I would last much longer. He sat back over my thighs and scanned my exposed torso. He licked his lips, smiling devilishly.

"Can I buy you new?" he asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but before I could ask what he meant, he shredded the lace on my right hip then shredded it on the left. He pulled my destroyed panties from between me and threw them to the floor. He winked, making me giggle.

His face fell back to my body as he laid kisses and licks down my stomach. I squirmed beneath him, but he held my hips down with forceful hands. He parted my legs, exhaling his hot breath against my sensitive opening and I moaned.

"Relax," he whispered.

I locked eyes with him as he sucked and licked my most private flesh. He began moving his tongue in and out of me at a seductive pace. I was rapidly coming undone. I lifted my back up off the bed.

"Jamie, no," I begged, "not yet."

"Let go," he argued, "I'll bring you back."

My hands tangled in his hair as he let his thumb rub circles around my center. My orgasm was mere seconds away; I tried to focus on the feeling of his mouth on me and not on how badly I wanted a release.

"Scream, baby," he said. The combination of his words and tongue swirling dangerously caused me to fall apart.

"God, Jamie, yes!" I yelled. "Ohhh." I moaned over and over as he took what I gave him.

I panted, sweat rolling down my face. He hovered over me with a smug smile.

"Are you okay?"

I closed my eyes for a moment, nodding.

"I could watch you do that all night," he said. His head fell to my neck again as he sucked on various spots.

I swallowed, trying to catch my breath. I pulled him back to my lips, pressing a hard kiss against his.

"You're next," I said.

He shook his head. "You don't have to."

"I owe you. For that night at my house and for every other fucking time I wanted to."

His eyes widened at my words. I pushed him off of me and onto his back. I let my tongue trail a line from his chin to his happy trail, not missing his nipples and every chiseled ab on his torso. God, his skin tasted and smelled divine. I could spend the whole night just kissing its soft crevices. I moved my fingers under the waistband of his briefs. His breath quickened.

"I can't rip these," I said and we both laughed, breaking the tension.

I pulled them down as he raised his hips so I could get them completely off. His perfect member sprang to life and I tossed the underwear somewhere across the room. I sat back to admire his body as well. Every muscle and every vein glistened with sweat as he breathed heavily, eyes hooded from pleasure. I caressed every inch of his flesh I could reach. He crossed his arms under his head to prop himself up, watching me. That was my green light.

I moved back down and gently wrapped my hand around his stiff manhood. He gasped as I moved it up and down in a slow rhythm. Knowing I was in control had me at the brink of my own release.

"Fuck," he moaned.

And that word leaving his lips lit me ablaze. I lowered my mouth and kissed the tip teasingly.

"Please," he begged.

I had him right how I always wanted him. "Please what?"

He swallowed hard. "Take me."

I licked my lips seductively and did as I was asked. I swirled my tongue around the head before taking as much of him as I could handle. His hands tangled in my hair and he tugged impulsively. I continued my assault, moving my mouth slowly up and down his length. He tasted like heaven; I could barely concentrate on the task I was too aroused.

"Baby, yes," he said, sitting up on his elbows.

He was only encouraging me further. I added my hand and found a sensual rhythm as I heard him panting. I wanted nothing more than for him to spill into me, letting me taste his sweetness.

He moaned. "I can't, Kels," he was breathless, "stop."

I ignored him and continued, but he pulled me from him regardless. My mouth hung open at the surprising emptiness. He dragged me up his body.

"Not in your mouth," he managed to say.

I thought I was going to unravel at his words. I waited for him to catch his breath as I nibbled on his ear. He moved his hands to my hips, flipping us over.

He reached between our bodies and pulled both of my wrists up to rest next to either side of my face. He laced our fingers, lowering his hips enough so I could feel him hard against my wet center.

"I love you, too," he said, "I have the whole time."

My heart was in my throat as it became impossible to dismiss the tears. He kissed them away like he had become accustom to. I wanted to grab his face, but he had my hands locked in his.

"Don't take your eyes off mine," he instructed. "Promise?"

I nodded. "Promise."

He moved one hand to help guide himself and I gasped when I felt him enter me. He intertwined our fingers again while I adjusted to his size.

"Are you okay?"

I smiled. "Yes."

"And you're ready?"

"100%."

His lips fell to mine and I closed my eyes instinctually as he kissed me deeply, pushing himself into me slowly, spreading me to fit him. And he was the perfect fit; I'd never felt more complete in my life. He hadn't even moved yet, but I realized finally what it meant to make love to someone.

He broke our kiss as we locked eyes. He moved his hips at a delicious pace in and out of me. I was seeing stars already. I moaned every time he'd bottom out, hitting my sweet spot. I knew I wasn't going to last very long, but I hoped it was just the beginning of our night like this. He picked up his pace, all the while never looking away from me.

It was the most honest, raw, and deepest connection I'd ever known. In that moment, I was truly alive for the first time. Jamie made me feel like the real Kelsey, the one I'd hidden inside textbooks and laptops for the past four years. The girl who thought she knew herself back in Ohio, but I was realizing that nothing was real until him. Love wasn't love until our bodies became one, and I never wanted anything more than to take care of him for the rest of my life if it meant feeling how I did when we were together.

"I love you," I whispered.

He smiled. "I know, baby, and I love you."

The tears rolled down my cheeks when I saw his eyes well up with them as well. We were on the same page emotionally and physically. He hit my soft spot a few more times and I was rapidly reaching my peak.

"Jamie," I moaned.

"I'm there, let go," he urged.

A couple of thrusts later, I was on cloud nine. Wave after wave of pleasure struck me as I yelled out his name repeatedly.

"Shit, yes," he said.

We both closed our eyes as our orgasms washed over us. He continued moving and I throbbed against him, pulling every ounce from his immaculate body. The release we both had waited too long for.

He collapsed on top of me while the storm we'd created calmed. Once my hands were free, I grabbed his rear and massaged it while he gradually softened inside me. I scratched a path up his back, running my hands through his hair and holding him tightly against my chest. I never wanted to move. He laid lazy kisses on my neck.

"Was it worth the wait?" I teased.

He raised his head to look at me. "You're worth forever."

I kissed him softly. "Tell me again."

"You're worth forever."

"Not that."

He grinned, falling to my side and rolling me over to look at him.

"I-"

I interrupted. "You, Jamie Dornan."

He laughed. "I, Jamie Dornan, love you, Kelsey Taylor."

"I like the sound of that."

"Just remember, you technically said it first."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, you said it last."

"Is that so?"

He pulled me on top of him and I sat up, straddling his hips.

"Let's see how many times you can say it tonight."