Needful Things by Erica L

She wasn't even home two minutes when the doorbell rang, she sighed and shuffled over to see who it was. Sliding the hardwood barrier open, standing there with her hand and her hip she glared at one Casey Woods. He'd been chasing her around the office since the day he was called in to collaborate on a case with Feds.

He stood before her looking very relaxed in his tight blue jeans and T-shirt and that sexy smug grin that was always plastered on his face when he was in the mood to play.

"Well, ya gonna invite me in?"

"Hadn't planned on it," she said coolly.

Smiling, he pushed right past her into the foyer. "Nice place you got here."

Annoyed, "Thanks, just come right in." she said, sarcasm hanging on every word.

He whirled around pulling her close, planning a deep hard penetrating kiss on her lips. The kiss was too hot, too heady to resist. She gave in to it, to him, to herself, and wrapped her arms around him. "Will you cut it out?" she said against his mouth.

"No."

Just what is going on in that head of yours? she thought to herself, interest peaked by the glint in his eye and the curve of his lips. "What are you doing here, Casey?"

"I had a lot on my mind." His lips brushed over the cheek, then lower, to her jawline. "You, mostly. I wanted to see you, be with you, talk to you." Thinking to himself, Fuck your brains out.

"I suppose I could tolerate that." She helped him deepen the kiss.

Her lips curved against his. "All at the same time."

"Why not? I did have this thought about taking you out to dinner. But now I'm thinking maybe we could order pizza."

"Perfect." She said it with a sigh. "Why don't you pour us some wine, and I'll change?"

"There's this other thing." He worked his way over to her ear. "Something I've been wanting to do. I've been wondering what it would be like to get Ms. McLeod out of one of her stuffy business suits."

"Have you?" she grinned.

"Since the first time I saw you."

She smiled wickedly. "Now's your chance."

"I was hoping you'd say that." He brought his mouth back to hers, hungrier now, more possessive. This time her sigh caught on a trembling gasp as he jerked her jacket off her shoulders and trapped her arms. "I'm wanting the hell out of you. Day and night," he growled.

Her voice was hoarse now, dark with need. "I guess that's a coincidence, since I want the hell out of you, too."

"And what if I said I want you to let me do anything I want to you? Everything?"

Her heart fluttered to her throat, but her eyes stayed steady. "I'd say who's stopping you?"

With desire dark and dangerous in his eyes, he skimmed his gaze down, then back to her face. "I wonder what Ms. McLeod wears under these prim little blouses."

"I don't think a man like you is going to let a few buttons keep him from finding out"

"You're right" He shifted his hands from her jacket to the crisply pressed cotton of her blouse. And ripped. He watched her eyes go wide and shocked. And amused. "If you want me to stop, I will. I won't do anything you don't want."

He'd torn her blouse. And it had thrilled her. He waited, watching, for her to say stop or go. And it thrilled her even more. "I want everything. All."

His blood raced. Still, he kept his touch light, teasing, running the back of his hand above the slick white material of her bra. "Ms. McLeod." He drawled it while his fingers slipped beneath the polished satin to rub against her stiffened nipple. "How much can you take?"

His light tugs had heat spiraling through her system. Already the air was thick. "I think we're about to find out."

Slowly, his eyes on her face, he backed her against the wall. "Let's start here. Brace yourself," he murmured, and his hand shot under her skirt and tore aside the satiny fabric she wore beneath. Her breath exploded out, and she nearly laughed. Then he plunged his fingers into her, slicing a rough shock of pleasure through her unprepared system. The orgasm ripped through her, emptying her mind, stealing her breath. When her knees gave way, he simply held her against the wall.

"Take more." He was desperate to watch her take more, to see the shocked excitement capture her face, to see those gorgeous eyes go wild and blind.

She gripped his shoulders for balance. With her head tipped back he could see the pulse in her throat beat madly and was compelled to taste just there. She moaned against him, moved against him, her breath catching when he yanked the jacket and what was left of her blouse away.

She was helpless, staggered. The assault on her senses left her limbs shuddering and her heart hammering. She said his name, tried to, but it caught on a gasp as he spun her around. Her damp palms pressed to the wall.

He tore at the button of her skirt. She felt it give way, shivering as the material slid over her hips and pooled at her feet. His hands were on her breasts, molding, sliding from satin to flesh and back again. Then he tore that as well, and she reveled at the sound of the delicate material rending.

His teeth nipped into her shoulder. And his hands... oh, his hands were everywhere, driving her toward madness, then beyond. Rough palms against smooth skin, clever fingers pressing, sliding.

The breath that had torn ragged through her lips began to slow. Pleasure was thick, and midnight dark. She felt herself slipping into some erotic half-world where there was only sensation. Slick, stunning, and sinful.

The wall was smooth and cool; his hands were not. The contrasts were unbearably amusing. When he spun her around again, her eyes were dazzled by the sunlight He was still fully dressed and she was naked. She found it exquisitely erotic, and was speechless as he slowly lifted her arms above her head, bracketed her wrists with one hand.

Watching her, he combed his hand roughly through her hair to scatter pins. "I want more." He could barely speak. "Tell me you want more."

"Yes, I want more... "

He pressed his body to hers, soft cotton, rough denim against damp flesh. And the kiss he took from her left her mind spinning. Then his mouth went to work on her quivering body.

He wanted all the tastes of her, the dark honey of her mouth, the damp silk of her breasts. There was the creamy taste of her belly, the polished satin of her thighs. Then the heat of it as he licked his way between them. Everything, all, was all he could think, then more.

Her hands gripped his hair, pressing his face closer as she climbed to peak it was her cry, the half scream that broke the final link on his control. It had to be now.

He freed himself, then pressed against her. "I need you." He panted the words out. He drove into her where they stood, and their twin groans tangled in the air.

Afterward, he carried her to bed, lay down beside her.

She curled up against him like a child, a gesture he found surprisingly sweet. He watched her sleep, thirty minutes, then an hour. He couldn't stop touching her... a hand through her hair, fingertips on her face, a caress over the curve of her shoulder.

Had he said he had something inside of him for her? He began to worry just what that something might be. He'd never felt compelled to stay with a woman after sex. Had never felt the need to just look at her while she slept, or to touch only for the sake of touching and not to arouse.

He wondered what odd and slippery level they'd reached. Then she stirred, sighed, and her eyes opened and focused on him. When she smiled, his heart quite simply turned over in his chest.

"Hey... Did I fall asleep?"

"Looked like it to me." He searched for some glib remark. Something light and frivolous, but all he could find to say was her name. "Meg." And he lowered his mouth to hers. Tenderly, softly, lovingly.

The sleep had cleared from her eyes when he drew away, but he couldn't read them. She breathed in once, slowly, then out again. "What was that?"

"Damned if I know." Both of them eased back cautiously. "I think we'd better order pizza."

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