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Chapter 6

He was leaning back against one of the chairs, she was in his arms, resting against him. They were watching the fire that burned on the hearth. There was something to be said about gas fireplaces. No need to constantly add wood. Started with just a touch as well. He did sort of miss the smell of the wood, but they got that on most of their missions. He rubbed his cheek up and down against the silky softness of her hair, breathed deeply of the sweet, floral scent; the fragrance that was naturally her, and her shampoo.

So safe. Always safe in his arms. His chest felt warm against her back and shoulders. She sighed contentedly. Shivered slightly when he pushed her hair away from her shoulder and began to gently kiss and nibble at the nape of her neck. She let her head drop forward slightly, allowing him greater access to that sensitive area.

So sweet. Always so sweet. The way she smelled…the way she tasted…he let his mouth move over that soft, sweet skin. He wanted to make love to her again…and again. Before the night was over he was going to have his Angel every way he could. Knew that she would never deny him, never refuse him no matter what he might ask of her. That thought made his heart hammer in his chest, humbled him. She put her faith in him, secure in her trust, in his love, knowing that he would never hurt her, in any way.

His caresses were turning her on, setting her on fire, her skin burning where he touched her. The flames began to lick around her, flickered up and down her spine. She could feel him rise, harden; felt him throb against her lower back. She turned her head, his lips found hers, and she kissed him, then slowly pulled away. She shifted, moved up onto her hands and knees.

When that sweet pink flesh winked at him, he groaned out loud. He pulled himself to his knees, and with one strong thrust entered that warm, welcoming well. Oh, yeah! This was what he needed…wanted…loved. He leaned forward slightly, slipped his hand between her thighs, searched for and found the nub at the top of her folds, smiled with satisfaction when he felt it swell and harden against his fingertips.

"Oh, yes," she sighed, her hips moving up and down against his fingers. "Right there."

"Like that, do you?" he teased softly. He was moving slowly in and out of her, every thrust gentle. He wanted her hot, needy… begging for it.

"Oh, yeah," she replied breathlessly. He was moving her too quickly toward the cliff…and she still wanted to hear that moan… just once before Barney joined them. "Daniel, stop, please," she said softly, pulling away from him slightly.

What? Did he just hear her say…stop? With a frown on his handsome face, he remained still, pulled his hand away from her body, put both hands on her hips. He searched his memory. Nope. Couldn't remember her ever asking him to stop before. Guess there was a first time for everything! The sudden fear that he had hurt her flashed through his brain. "Case? Babe, what's wrong? Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"

She pulled away from him, turned and rose to her knees. She put her hands on either side of his face, kissed him gently. "No, you didn't hurt me. I just…you were…we were moving too fast, I want this to last. Lay down, Stud Muffin," she replied gently.

The frown of concern turned to a grin of delight. If she wanted on top, that was fine by him! He stretched out on the quilt, pulled one of the pillows behind his head. He liked making love this way… he could play with those beautiful boobs while she rode him!

Casey looked into his eyes, noted that the fear, the concern that had been in those incredible blue depths was gone. He was looking quite pleased now, as a matter of fact. He should be, she was going to be doing most of the work! She couldn't help but giggle. She silently sent up a thank-you to the woman who had written the series of erotic books that she was reading. Lots of great ideas in those stories! She thought it was time to try out another one of those ideas.

Giggles. God he loved it when she giggled. It was an amazing, beautiful sound. It meant that she was happy. Usually meant that she was thinking something…interesting as well. He grinned in anticipation. "What's so funny?"

She shook her head. "Nothing, really. Just thinking about one of my books."

Her books? Her romance novels? Oh, hell, what was he in for now? It was from one of those romance novels that she had gotten the idea to tie him down and drive him out of his freaking mind. The grin broadened. That had been one of the best nights of sex that they had ever had. Which had resulted in his search for a way to pay her back. Hmmm…maybe that night was the best night of sex they had ever had…He should think about sending flowers to all of those romance novelists. He owed them a debt of gratitude! His heart was pounding against his ribs, his body tense, waiting for whatever she was about to do to him…for him.

She straddled him, lowered herself slowly, until just the tip of his erection was inside her. She loved to do this to him…tease him…make him needier with every movement of her hips. His eyes darkened as he waited for her to take him in. She moved her hips in a slow circle, easing down slowly, gently, taking just a bit more of him into her waiting well. She was already grasping at him with those inner muscles. She moved back up just as slowly, her movements gentle, barely perceptible. He was breathing harder, his eyes pleading with her, any second now she should hear…

"Please, Angel, I can't take it…do it!" he begged in a ragged whisper.

That was what she was waiting for! She planted her hands on his shoulders and shoved her body down on his rigid shaft. Oh, god, what a feeling! So full…so completely full! She loved how he filled every bit of her with that magnificent, throbbing organ. She let her head drop back as she took him deep inside, held him, massaged him.

"Sweet Jesus!" he gasped, his shoulders coming up off the floor. As soon as he dropped back down, his hands went to her hips, held her tightly as he began to thrust up into her.

She looked down at him. She smiled, then took his hands from her hips, laced her fingers with his. She had never tried this, but after reading about the 'tragic heroine' in one of the erotica stories doing it, she had wondered why it had never occurred to her before. She pushed against his hands, raising her body slightly as she did so. Oh, yeah! This was some leverage! She could lean forward as much as she wanted, or stay as upright as she wanted doing this! God bless romance authors and erotica writers, she thought briefly, just before the incredible sensations of pleasure flooded her brain and pushed out all other thought.

Well this was interesting! He pushed back slightly as she exerted more pressure against his hands. She was moving up and down his aching cock, her body gripping him tightly, making him throb hard and fast. Her eyes were closed now, she was riding him hard, putting more weight on his hands with every thrust. "Let me taste you, babe," he whispered.

She leaned forward, slowed her movements until she was merely sitting on him, as she allowed him to suckle. He pulled one hand from hers, wrapped it around her breast as he nipped and sucked at the hard nipple. He gave the other breast the same loving attention. And all of that attention was driving her out of her mind. She wondered briefly how he kept from burning his tongue on her, she felt so hot! When he had satisfied himself, was ready to feel her moving once more, he smiled up at her, laced his fingers with hers again. She smiled down at him, and began to move. She pushed against his hands, lifting her body almost completely off of him, before impaling herself on that magnificent cock, taking him in hard, fast, deep. He was pushing back against her, his fingers locked with hers. Her body resonated every time he throbbed inside her. Oh, god, it was wonderful!

Oh hell yes! Ride 'em, cowgirl! His hips were moving up to meet her, an automatic response to the intense pleasure he was feeling. He didn't think she had ever ridden him this hard before, not even the night he had stripped for her. He closed his eyes, let her body love him, take from him what she needed, wanted. She had changed positions slightly, she was sitting upright, still pushing against his hands, moving up and down, circling her hips as she moved down, driving him crazy.

Every time he pushed back, it gave her the extra force to literally shove his cock into her body. She loved it when that happened, when he pounded into her. This, however, put control of the situation in her hands. She couldn't help but smile. She watched his face, could tell that he was enjoying the ride. His chest was beginning to heave. She leaned forward, which offered more stimulation to her aching little clitty, and slowed her movements, eased into a gentle rhythm. Yep, holding his hands was perfect for this.

So damned close…and she was backing off! Little minx! She was trying to drive him insane. When he attempted to thrust harder and faster up into her, she simply pulled away until he was barely inside her. Okay, he could play this game! He let his back relax against the floor. If she wanted to do this, then she could do it!

She was grinding her hips against his body, felt the results from her head to her feet. It wouldn't take much more before she was off and flying again. But before that happened, she wanted to hear that moan…just once. She pulled her hands free, moved off of him, leaned over and took him into her mouth.

Sweet Jesus in Heaven! She was trying to kill him! That's what she was doing! What a way to go! She had one hand around the base of his cock, stroking him gently as her mouth moved up and down on him, the other hand caressed his balls. God he loved that! His hips moved up to greet her mouth each time she moved down on him.

She let him fall out of her mouth, licking around and up and down, kissing the shaft, sucking gently in different places, then moving back up to the head. Precum was flowing from that tiny opening, she licked it away, sent the tip of her tongue in search of more. She licked and sucked at that ridge, then at the sensitive underside of the head. His hips jerked when she did that, giving her reason to do it again…and again. He was throbbing, and she could feel him harden even more. She smiled to herself. She opened her mouth and took him back in, pressed her tongue against him and began to suck him…up and down…up… swirl the tongue over the head…down...suck hard all the way up…down and up and down…up…swirl the tongue over the head...all the way down...as deep as she could take him...

Oh, god! Casey gave the best blowjobs in the world, and she was sure as hell doing a great job this time! His hips were in motion, no way to lay still now! His entire body was on Fire, and the sensations she was giving him were enough to curl his toes…again! She had had him close to the edge a few minutes ago when she had been riding him hard and fast, he wasn't going to last much longer…

She watched his chest and belly…could feel the head swell, the throbbing intensify…almost… She pulled away, kissed his hips and thighs, then moved to straddle him again.

Goddamn it! So close…and she stopped again! "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he gasped, his body dangling on the very edge of the precipice.

"No, Stud Muffin. I'm not trying to kill you. Just trying to give you an incredible orgasm," she replied with a giggle.

"Can't have that if I'm dead," he complained, although he was smiling as he said it.

She settled her body on him again, gripping him, massaging him with her inner muscles as she reached for his hands. He laced his fingers with hers, and she began to ride him again. He had been so close to coming twice now, it shouldn't take long to get him back to the brink one last time. She wanted to fly with him, so she leaned forward slightly, found the stimulation she needed, and began to ride him with determination. He was offering her the resistance she needed to drive both of them out of their minds. The moan she had been waiting for filled his throat, a guttural sound of sheer animal pleasure. With that moan still ringing in her ears, her thighs began quivering against his hips, and she began to whimper.

He planted his feet flat on the floor, pulled his hands from hers, grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, erupting like Mt. Pinatubo inside her, his cock pulsing hard and fast against the warm walls of her well, his senses reeling as he skyrocketed to the stars. She was right there beside him, her sweet moan filling his ears as her body began to convulse around his. They danced and spun and looped and dove among the stars as waves of pleasure surrounded them, washed over them.

She dropped down onto his chest, her breath coming in small gasps. His arms wrapped around her, held her tightly. She smiled against his skin when he pressed his lips against the side of her face. "You're still alive," she said softly, when her breathing had returned to normal.

Daniel chuckled. "Barely. That was incredible, Angel."

"I did my best," she replied.

"I certainly like your best," he told her. "Making love with you is always amazing, Case," he said quietly. His hands were beneath her hair, moving up and down her back.

"It has always been special for us, hasn't it?" she asked. Every time their bodies came together, it was magical. Beautiful. Sensual. Mind-blowingly incredible.

"Yep."

"It's the love." She folded her arms on his chest, looked up into his eyes. "I love you so very much," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Angel," he said. "I missed…this."

"Making love?"

He smiled. "That. Holding you like this afterwards. Telling you how much I love you. Hearing you say those beautiful words to me. Just…being with you."

She snuggled closer to him. "I'm here, Daniel. It's fine, now."

He hugged her tightly again. "Everything is fine, now," he agreed.

Casey glanced up at him, settled herself more comfortably against his chest. "Sam said that you hit Rinaldi's on our anniversary."

He frowned. He really didn't want to talk about the time without her, not right now. "Yep."

"I hear that a certain nurse tried to pick you up."

Daniel had no clear recollection of the event. He recalled being angry, thought that someone had been…annoying…him, but that was it. "So Jack tells me."

"I also heard that you were very…concise…about your feelings on the matter."

"Case, I was pretty drunk. I don't remember any of it," he admitted. Jack had filled him in on all of the sordid details the next day, however. He had been upset about speaking to the woman like he had, but Jack had told him that she had more than deserved it. And, considering the way she was always behaving when she was around him, he tended to agree with his best friend's assessment of the situation.

She started giggling. "Well, it will be interesting to see if she runs down the other nurses to take your pulse on Monday before we leave. Usually I just try to ignore her when she's fawning all over you, but I think I'm going to be extra nice to her. Just to let her know that I know."

He started laughing. "You're a vindictive woman, Casey Jackson."

"Don't you forget it!"

"No other woman, Angel. My eyes will never see any other woman. My heart and my soul will never love any woman but you. My body will never be satisfied with any other woman."

"Sweet talker," she smiled. "You realize the whole satisfaction thing is because of the Fire."

"That's bullshit. The 'whole satisfaction thing' is because of you, and how much I love you…how much you love me. I've told you before, Case, Fire or no Fire, there will never be any other woman who can please me in bed. No other woman I'll want to make love to. No other woman I'll ever love, ever want. I meant it then, and I mean it now," he said firmly.

"Spoiled you, haven't I?" she asked, looking up at him, her eyes full of love and laughter.

"Yep."

She sighed, put her head back down on his shoulders. Grinned against his skin.

He shook his shoulder slightly beneath her head. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to tell me I'm the only man for you?"

"After dancing with Mark Diamond? I dunno, Stud Muffin, I'd hate to lie to you," she teased.

"Oh, that's it, little girl," he declared, and rolled them over, putting her on her back. His hands were moving up and down her sides, seeking…finding…tormenting her with those ticklish places.

She gave a squeal of surprise, tried to move away from his hands as he teased her. "I give, I give!" she exclaimed, breathless from laughter.

"Well?" he said, both eyebrows raised, a wide grin on his face.

"Well what?"

He tickled her again, laughed when she squeaked with surprise.

"I'll never love another man as long as I live," she recited playfully.

"Gee, I'm so reassured," he said, rolling his eyes.

She giggled, wreathed his face with her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. When she finally let him move away, her eyes were shining with love. "Get the message? No other man exists to me, and if you ever…left me…I'd remain faithful to you. I belong to you, my Beloved, only, always, and forever," she whispered.

"Only, always, and forever," he whispered in return before his lips claimed hers once more.

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