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The War (In The Beginning)	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 16007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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- 13
Title: THE WAR – (In The Beginning)
Author: pensfan100
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hayden and Natalie deal with feelings they’re not supposed to have.
Disclaimer: It’s fiction, so if either Hayden or Natalie ever read this, it’s made up!

Chapter Thirteen

Hayden rubbed the back of his neck as he got out of his car. It had been a trying, weary day and he was glad to see it come to an end. Natalie had been giving him a wide berth since the awards show finding all kinds of reasons to keep away from him. The night of the show he had been certain that the next day would be the day she surrendered her feelings, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. All he’d gotten was a phone call that something had come up. Since then she’d done everything she could to avoid any significant alone time with him and he was at his wit’s end. He hated when she pulled crap like this! As usual, his body stirred in grumpy complaint, agreeing with his frustration. A moment’s thought of using Desiree again to make Natalie heel popped into his mind, but he quickly dismissed it as too extreme. Besides, it wouldn’t pay to give Desiree any wrong ideas.

Slamming the car door, he trudged through the garage and let himself in. Throwing his jacket onto the kitchen table he wrenched the refrigerator door open and grabbed a beer. The frig rocked from the force of the door crashing shut and Hayden put his hand out to steady it. Frowning, he stared at the beer bottle in his hand. Was it really a necessity? With a huge sigh he opened the door, returning the bottle to its place on the shelf and instead plucked out a bottle of water.

There, he snorted to himself. I refuse to let her bother me to the point that I drink to calm down. What I need is a good, hard game of hockey. Or a swim. Or an intense few minutes of her under me.

Growling at the last thought, he wrenched the lid off the bottle and guzzled the water until it was three fourths gone. A hearty sigh exhaled from him as the cold liquid slid down his throat, quenching his thirst, but not the raging heat in the pit of his belly. Natalie was tying him up in knots and it rankled. If he didn’t gain the upper hand he’d lose control of the situation and never break her unreasonable yet indomitable will. Just what had gone wrong?

The chime of the doorbell broke into his thoughts. Setting the bottle down he walked to the door, curious as to who stood on the other side, his heart bumping an extra beat in hopes it was Natalie. He peeped through the security hole and his eyebrows shot up in shock. Steeling his grim expression into innocent surprise he opened the door.

“Michael! What are you doing in town?” Hayden greeted, swallowing the nasty taste of astonishment and loathing curdling in his throat.

Michael looked up at Hayden, silently cursing the extra inches Hayden possessed and forced a smile to curve his mouth.

“Is Natalie here?” Michael asked, gritting his teeth for the answer.

“No, she’s not,” Hayden’s brows drew down in puzzlement. “Come on in.”

“Do you know where she is?” Michael followed him into the living room, his eyes searching for any signs of his missing girlfriend.

Hayden sat down and looked at Michael while shaking his head. “I finished at the studio over an hour ago, but Natalie finished earlier. I’ll bet it was a good 4 or 5 hours ago. Did you try her cell?”

Michael ran an agitated hand through his hair. “She doesn’t answer.”

Hayden shrugged. “Maybe she forgot to turn it on. She tends to do that.”

“She didn’t used to,” Michael pinned Hayden with a narrowed stare. “That was like a sacrilege to her.”

“That’s true,” Hayden agreed, “but when she’s working on a movie she can get into it so much that she forgets.” Or when she’s hiding from someone, he grimly reminded himself. Or someones.

“And is that the problem?” Michael challenged, lifting his chin.

“What do you mean?”

“Is she too ‘into’ this movie?” Michael stood up, glaring down at Hayden.

Hayden fixed a blank stare on his face and met Michael’s suspicious gaze head on and stood, his hands on his hips.

“Just what are you getting at, Michael? You’ve been here all of 60 seconds and you’re acting like a bad actor in a soap opera. Spell it out for me.”

“Spell it out for you?”

“That’s what I said.”

“All right, I will!” Michael’s face hardened. “Is Natalie so into this movie that she is thinking it’s real?”

“Come again?”

“I saw you two at the Golden Globes together. You were awfully chummy. Are you screwing my girlfriend? Is she acting like a slut?” Michael spat, clenching his fists, an inner voice warning him that he was going overboard and being melodramatic but his ego spurred him on.

Everything nice that had ever lived in Hayden’s character evaporated into oblivion.

“Don’t you ever…ever…talk about Natalie like that again,” Hayden pointed his finger at Michael, his voice deceptively soft. But his eyes narrowed on the man in front of him.

“Hey, pal, I can say what I want about my girlfriend,” Michael ground out in spite of the numerous warning signs emanating off Hayden in monstrous waves.

“No…you can’t,” Hayden practically whispered, the muscle in his jaw clenching. “If I hear you talk like that about her again you’ll be getting your stomach pumped to retrieve your teeth. Understand me?”

For the first time since he’d made the decision to fly out and find out just what was going on, Michael felt a wedge of uncertainty lodge in his brain.

“She…”

“Nat and I been friends a lot longer than she’s been your girlfriend,” Hayden warned, wishing he could wring Natalie’s lovely neck for putting him in this position. “She is sweet, kind, and far too compassionate in her thinking about others, so don’t go down that road with me. If you’re having a jealousy problem because I’m in a movie with her, you’d better reconsider a relationship with her. This is how an actor’s life is, and if you can’t handle that, you would be wise to walk away. You dated her for what…a whole month?”

Michael clenched and unclenched his fists, his brain furiously working for a retort. The menacing glare in Hayden’s eyes reminded him of Darth Vader and he shivered inwardly. He had seriously pissed this guy off and he still didn’t know if anything was going on. He may have accused the wrong person! Who knew what was going on out here on the coast? But, more was at stake than a girlfriend and he had to protect his chances.

“I can handle it,” Michael lifted his chin in defiance, “but I’m warning you, if she’s seeing you I’ll kick your ass.”

“Don’t you think you should talk to Natalie?”

“I’m just saying…”

“I heard what you said and I’m saying then bring it on,” Hayden took a step closer so he could look down the few inches that separated them. “However, I’m also saying, if you two are not what you once were, that should be taken up with Natalie and not with me.”

“So you’re saying it’s true?” Michael glowered, his eyes glazing at the thought.

“No, I’m saying, get out of my house,” Hayden hissed, his voice dropping to a low and intimidating timbre. “Now.”

A real tremor of fear wavered Michael’s resolve. He stood almost toe-to-toe with Hayden, but that sliver of uncertainty sloshed through him again.

“Fine,” he stepped back, his face shiny with perspiration. “It’s your house. If I’m way off the mark, I apologize. If not…”

“Out.” Hayden strode to the door and flung it open.

Michael marched to the door, his suspicions not completely erased. The last thing he wanted was to look like a fool. He was over reacting but he couldn’t seem to stop himself! One moment he intended to walk out the door, the next he swung his fist roundhouse style. Hayden dodged the fist, grabbed the wrist and whipped it behind Michael’s back, his other arm crossing his chest to hold him still. Michael struggled but Hayden pulled on the arm behind his back to stifle his movements.

“Are you crazy? We never had this conversation and we never had this scuffle,” Hayden advised shoving Michael out the door. Michael stumbled but caught himself from falling and whirled around. “As far as I’m concerned not only do you not know anything about Natalie, you don’t deserve her. But that’s her call, not mine.”

A moment later, Michael was left staring at a closed door, the silence taunting him. Dazed, he stumbled to the rental car, climbed in and drove away, his thoughts attempting to process what had just taken place. What in the hell was wrong with him? If he confronted Natalie now, or if Hayden told her what had happened, he’d lose her for sure. And that wouldn’t look good at work. He’d become some kind of hero since he’d started dating Natalie. Even his boss treated him with a kind of admiring respect since she’d attended the charity event for cystic fibrosis with him. If he lost her now, he could lose all the prestige he was building at the company. She was beautiful, funny, intelligent…and looked damn good on his arm. They had only dated a month before she left for California, but that was enough to make them an item, wasn’t it?

Dwelling on his thoughts he headed back to the airport, his initial goal of seeing her squashed. The company’s soiree at the Waldorf Astoria was coming up and the CEO would be there. Natalie would be just the ticket to garnering the big guy’s attention to win the promotion to director over that sniveling Vince Agostonelli. What was he thinking by making her angry? He’d wait until after the party. Then they’d have this discussion. And by then she’d be back in New York and away from Hayden. Yes, he found himself grinning, pleased at this turn of events. It could wait until after the event. To hell with Hayden Christensen. Who was he anyway? Frank was right. He’s just a pretty boy with no real substance. Dodging that punch had just been a lucky break. Conveniently forgetting Hayden’s easy physical handling of him, Michael sped towards the airport punching Natalie’s number again into his cell phone.

Natalie turned into Hayden’s driveway in the shiny rental sports car, her teeth savagely worrying her lip. Heart flipping, she switched off the ignition and sat quietly for a few minutes, trying to regain some kind of mental equilibrium. Days ago she should have been here with him and she’d allowed the chicken side of her to steer her clear of him…again… while she tried to deal with the frightening conclusion that she just might be in love with him. The thought of food created waves of nausea. On the set she tripped over her tongue whenever they were in a scene together. If he got close enough to touch her, her heart lost so much control she grew faint. When he wasn’t looking at her, she stole glances at him, sadistically enjoying the thrills dancing along her spine at the sight of him. If he turned his head and saw her looking at him, he gave her a wolfish smile and her face reddened and her stomach plunged.

She gripped the steering wheel with whitened knuckles, and laid her head on it groaning. What if he didn’t feel the same? Natalie fretted. What if she imagined all of it? What would be worse, never being with him again, or being with him knowing he might not feel the same? Right now it didn’t matter. Her body was starved for him, her senses depleted. Why oh why did he have to kiss her like that the other night? Why couldn’t he have just thrown her down and seduced her to the stars instead of making her feel like she was the most wonderful thing on this planet?

One more deep breath in and out, she climbed out of the car and straightened her shoulders. Her brows lowered as she sniffed the air and swore she could smell car exhaust as if a car had pulled out only moments earlier. Heart sinking, she wondered if Hayden had gone out. But lights glowed inside the house, so she walked to the door and pushed the doorbell button before she lost her nerve.

Hayden banged his water bottle down on the kitchen table and turned towards the sound.

“What now?” He grumbled, throwing his discarded t-shirt over a chair. Frustration eating at him from every side, he threw the door open, ready to blast the person daring to intrude.

The sight of Natalie peering doe-eyed at him stalled his mental tirade. Lips full and juicy red parted to speak.

“Can I come…” A hand snapped out and jerked her inside. “…in?”

With his foot, Hayden kicked the door shut and trapped Natalie against it, one arm imprisoning her on each side of her head, his face lowering close to hers.

“Well, well, well,” he breathed down at her, his breath stirring tendrils of hair at her temple. “And where have you been lately?”

Natalie swallowed, her pink tongue poking out to wet her suddenly dry lips. Hayden’s eyes followed the movement, his lower body tugging impatiently at him.

“You missed my visitor,” he continued conversationally after she’d opened her mouth many times, without any sound emerging.

“V…visitor?”

“Any guesses who it might have been?”

“Desiree?” Natalie scowled at the thought of the buxom blonde.

“Uh, no,” Hayden threw her a sarcastic smile. “Try again.”

Natalie tried to think of someone but drew blanks. It was too hard to concentrate when the scent of him filled her senses.

“Give up?” He asked. She nodded. “Michael.”

Natalie gaped at Hayden. “Michael?”

“Mm. And he asked me if, let’s see, how shall I put it? Ah, yes. His words were ‘are you screwing my girlfriend’.” Hayden drawled, the memory darkening his features.

“W…what?” Natalie stuttered, her heart in her throat as he lowered his face. At the first touch of his lips trailing down her neck, she closed her eyes to savor the caresses.

“He didn’t stay long,” Hayden murmured, his lips caressing the corner of her mouth. She automatically turned her head towards the wayward kiss, but he held his mouth out of reach. “I threw him out.”

“W…what?!” Natalie’s eyes popped open, staring at Hayden, horrified.

“He’s lucky I didn’t smash his head in. I am wound tighter than a spring, Natalie,” Hayden warned in a conversational tone, nuzzling her cheek. “You’ve yanked my chain one too many times.”

“No! It’s not like that, Hayden,” Natalie denied, desperate to quell any ideas that she was toying with him. “I just…”

“Like playing with my mind?” He slotted in for her, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip.

“No…no,” she denied, weakly, her knees shaking as he kissed a path to her ear.

“Then what, sweetheart? Tell me,” he whispered into her ear, biting the lobe.

She drew a deep breath and flattened herself to the door to hold herself up. “I…I…you don’t understand…”

“You don’t want me?” His tongue swirled over the delicate whorls.

“I do…” she gasped, tilting her head for him. “…too much…”

“Do you want me right now?” His voice reverberated into her ear, the dark vibrations wending a sinuous path through her ear canal to the throbbing insistence between her legs, her nipples hardening, poking painfully against her shirt.

“Yes,” she faintly whispered, one hand sliding onto his chest, the heat of his skin seducing her fingers. “Oh,” she groaned as his arms gathered her away from the door, “yes.”

The room spun as Hayden’s fingers clamped around her wrist and he whirled her into the living room and bent her over the couch. Natalie gasped, her hands scrabbling wildly for balance. Hayden bent over her, his breathing harsh and grating. One hand slid up her leg and under her skirt, the long fingers skating over the spot dampening her underwear. When it moved under the waistband she bit her lip, knowledge of his intentions forcing her to try to stand up.

“Hayden…no!” Natalie exclaimed, wriggling in his grasp. “Not like this!”

The wriggling only made it easier for him to find the slippery target and she cried out as the marauding finger made contact. Nerves packed into the swelling nub sizzled in response to the gliding motion, fire racing up the connection to her brain. Her body reacted accordingly and trembled, a fine sweat beading on her brow.

Hayden reacted by slipping both hands under the waistband and yanking them down her legs. Before she could counter and break his grasp, he swept them off her, tossing the back of the skirt up, exposing the soft, tempting flesh it covered. Palms caressed over the exposed skin igniting goosebumps across the rounded globes. Natalie’s body shook violently in answer as he admired the sight before him.

“Oh, yes,” he murmured, his voice diving deep, chills resonating along her spine, “just like this.”

Natalie searched wildly for words, struggling in vain. “Hayden…you’re angry…you’re going to hurt me…we have to talk about this!”

A frown lowered his brows a moment, but his hands continued fondling the silky flesh. Leaning over her, his lips against her ear he responded while his hands slid under her thighs easing them apart.

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he admonished as if he were scolding a child. With a deft hand he lowered his pants. “You know I’m not going to hurt you. Am I angry with you? Mm. Didn’t you think I would be after days of you avoiding me and then having to deal with Michael when you should have ended it with him long ago? Will this be rough? Oh, yes. I imagine it will be.”

Natalie moaned, her body responding to the pictures in her head. Erotic, fast images clicked by of her bent helplessly yet willingly over the couch as he thrust into her over and over again. A gush of liquid rushed to coat her already wet opening. A hand snaked around her hips, the palm sliding over the well-lubricated area. “Mmmm. But you want it, don’t you?”

Frantic, Natalie shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut while her body writhed against his skimming hand. “N…n…no, I don’t!”

“Stop it, Natalie,” he muttered, withdrawing his invading hand, only to grasp his swollen member and guide it between her open thighs. It slid invitingly over her responsive entrance, eliciting a fractured groan from her.

The rhythmic movement proved too much. Almost immediately, her body disobeyed her mind’s will and pushed back against him, a sob of frustration choking her when he didn’t penetrate and invade her core immediately. When satisfied that she had lost control of her senses, Hayden bent his knees then snapped his hips forward, impaling her in one smooth thrust.

Hands on her hips he repeatedly plunged into her, mesmerized at this new vantage point. In rapt fascination, he watched his shaft disappear over and over between the cheeks of her slightly jiggling rear and into her tunnel. Natalie whimpered and braced her hands on the back of the couch. Head lifting, she cried out with each forceful thrust, her cries a harmony to the cadenced, animalistic grunts assailing her ears. He bent over her, his hand reaching for the swollen nub. If he could have produced any coherent thought he would have wondered over his loss of control. He would have seen his actions as simple as a rutting animal stamping ownership over one of its herd. But rational thought did not exist. He plundered her, losing himself in the pulsing, greedy clutch of her muscles with every glide. When her slender arm wound around his neck and her hips bucked insistently back, he clenched his teeth and snarled. Straightening a little, he felt her willingly rise with him, lifting onto her toes to keep his shaft within her. Her head turned and he ground his mouth down onto hers, crushing the eager lips beneath his, stroking her tongue in a mating dance.

“I don’t hear you complaining,” he rasped, tearing his mouth from hers to breathe.

“Ooohhh…” was all the answer he received.

They couldn’t hold the position, even though it excited them further. Natalie collapsed forward, pulling him willingly with her, her arm still twined around his neck. As she held him and moved with his powerful strokes, he found her slippery button with his fingers setting a tempo neither could maintain for very long in the violent maelstrom. Sinking deeper and deeper into the dark, carnal abyss, their cries grew louder and more desperate. Natalie heard them and reveled in them, her body a willing slave obeying his every command.

Hayden felt her walls tightening around him with their first warning flutters of imminent release. There was no leaving her even if he desired it. It didn’t matter. The silken arm imprisoned his willing soul and he rode her harder, his shaft driving into her like a piston, coaxing her to the peak, only to hold her there for long, spellbinding moments. He could feel her frustration as he kept her teetering at the edge, his finger retreating just slightly off the slick bundle of nerves, her walls tightening, squeezing him in frenzied anticipation.

When her breathing broke into hoarse, shallow pants, his hand worked under her shirt, the fingers pinching the pebbled nipple at the same time his other finger stroked back over the aroused nub between her legs. Pounding into her, he felt the scream racing up her throat seconds before it split the air. She convulsed in quaking contractions, her inner walls begging him to come into her. All stress and tension exploded outward, freeing her from their shackles, obeying his body’s dominion over hers.

With her inner muscles insistently working his stiff length, he surged into her harder and faster. Unable to sustain himself in the scintillating waves of her release, he plowed roughly into her once, twice, three times then lost his mental footing as the explosion ripped through his body and his essence rocketed into her in hot, thick spurts, expelling with it the strain of the last few days. His vocal chords rasped as he shouted in reaction. Everything tunneled to the feel of her receiving him and righting his world. Passing out quickly became an option.

Her cries tangled with his as both reached their zenith and shuddered into the aftermath. Heaving, they panted and fell, Natalie onto the back of the couch, Hayden on top of her, his head bent beside hers gasping for air. Only as they returned did he realize both of them were slick with sweat and shivering, her shirt high on her back. He waited for remorse to start digging at him with its sharp claws of guilt. But there was none. Natalie wheezed for air, but her arm remained encircled around his neck. When his head turned so did hers, her mouth grazing his in soft kisses that he gobbled in with the oxygen. If he’d had any doubts over the last few days, he had none now. She was his. Once she admitted it he’d win this long fought war and lay down his weapons. He must not give up.

Hayden pulled free of her and smiled to himself at her quiet noise of protest. He hugged her close, resting his chin on the top of her head for a few moments. Then, he kicked his way out of his pants and with deft fingers, peeled her clothes from her body. Too tired to find the way to his room he eased her around the couch and lowered himself to the plush carpet, scooping her into his arms and pillowing her head on his chest. She sighed, a hand resting on the flat of his abdomen.

“Are you all right?” His quiet voice asked, his hand stroking a line from the base of her spine to her neck. “I’m not sorry, Natalie. If you fight me, I’ll use whatever weapon I have to.”

“It will be the first thing I do when I get to New York,” she murmured, her voice slurring in response to his touch.

“What will?”

“I will tell him right away,” Natalie lifted her head to gaze at him with slumberous eyes.

“Do it on the phone before I lose my mind.” Her eyes widened. “Don’t fear me,” Hayden said, his mouth twisting.

“I don’t fear you,” she answered, her hand stroking a line along his cheek. “You startle me sometimes, but you don’t scare me.” She laid her head down.

“Sometimes I startle myself,” Hayden admitted ruefully, his eyes searching the ceiling. He let Natalie mull over his words, then rolled her onto her back. Eyes weighted with expended energy, he blinked drowsily at her. “Now, about the day after the Globes…” The kiss he planted on her lips stirred her limbs to wrap around and engulf him in their tender snare. He smiled against her pursed mouth.

“Are you tying me up?” He raised a teasing, questioning brow.

Natalie dug her fingers into his hair and brushed her lips against his.

“Yes,” she breathed into his mouth.

Still kissing her, he pretended to consider her answer. Lifting his mouth he murmured, “Planning to set me free anytime soon?”

The hands in his hair tugged him back down. “Not today,” she whispered.

“Hmmm.” Hayden planted moist kisses over her face, trailing down to his favorite spot on her neck where he knew he could make her writhe with impatience. When she squirmed in his embrace, his lips retraced the path, leisurely licking and nibbling the sweet skin. A trembling moan tickled his lips and he pulled back just enough to keep his mouth in contact with hers.

“Do you want to pick up where we left off the other night?”

“Please,” she sighed, combing her fingers through his tousled hair.

A new set of tremors tingled through her when he complied with her request, his lips playing and toying with hers, the opening of her lips inviting the sweet stroke of his tongue. When it slid across hers and deepened the kiss, she moaned and jerked restlessly against him, hands gliding down the length of his back cupping his hips to hold him steady.

“Easy,” he groaned against her mouth, not wanting to break contact with the succulent flesh. “I want to enjoy every inch of you.”

As if in proof of his statement, he moved within the circle of her arms, his mouth kissing over her throat to dwell a moment at the hollow there, his tongue gently stroking over the delicate, fragrant skin. A sigh lifted her chest and he kissed her breastbone before moving downward to where his hand lightly cupped one small mound. Gently, he nuzzled the hard peak of her breast, eliciting small, encouraging moans, but not answering her call for more. Instead, his lips traced the circle of her breast, slowly but inexorably moving closer and closer to the aroused bud.

The waiting set her teeth on edge, the tips pulsing with a tense awareness, ready for his suckling. When he didn’t oblige she dug her fingers into his shoulders and bit her lip to keep from crying out. His laugh tickled the fragile flesh and he moved closer, his tongue laving once over the point. A sharp, indrawn breath sliced her lungs and she jerked against him. He repeated the movement and she laced her fingers into his hair, her body tautening with the wait. Holding her breath, she waited.

The flat of his tongue pushed down on the nub, and rolled it. Natalie grimaced in arousal at the sharp tug low in her belly. He did it again, strangling a cry up her throat. Hands clenched in his hair, her lower body pushing against his belly. Loving the feel of her impatience, he closed his mouth over the nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and flicking his tongue rapidly over it, beating waves of response through her. The hard yank on his hair answered his movement, her soft ‘yes’ ringing in his ears. Knowing he aroused her worked on his own shaft, his body hardening in exquisite response.

The velvet lapping of his tongue, combined with the persistent suckling of his mouth fanned the existing flames inside her. Hayden lifted his head and pushed up on his forearms. Natalie opened her sensually weighted eyes, her hands still buried in his hair and watched him watch her, the glittering intent in his holding her in thrall. Eyes on her, he slid his other palm up her waist and resting on the other elbow, rotated his palm over the other pebbled point. Her heart accelerated, pounding against her chest as she watched his eyes, her lower body writhing and lifting to try to come into contact with his. His body shifted away from her as he continued to massage her breast and stare deep into her eyes. Minutes passed. Her chest rose and fell in agitation and a knowing smile tilted his mouth as his head lowered, eyes still on hers. At the last moment, they lowered, his mouth clamping onto the nipple, suckling it hard. Natalie’s body bowed, her hands flopping to the plush carpet, twisting the fibers for purchase as she spun out of control. Pleas splintered from her until he freed her from the torture and his eyes pinned hers again.

“So soft,” he whispered, a finger skating between her breasts and circling her navel. “So sweet.” The finger dipped lower and he blinked slowly. It brushed the sensitive skin and she gasped as if in pain. “You want me to touch you there. Don’t you?”

The knowing pitch of his voice widened her eyes. “Well? Don’t you?” He persisted. His voice dropped. “I want to touch you there. Command me and I will.”

It was wicked and she felt naughty as she nodded, wetting her dry lips. “Yes,” she barely spoke aloud, a sleepy, sensual smile painting her mouth. “Touch me.”

Hayden lowered his face close to hers just as his finger slicked over the nerves. “Like this?”

In answer, her body twitched restlessly, needing to move to his finger’s slow, languorous strokes. Pupils widening as he lifted his head, his eyes dropped to watch her hips dancing to his tune. A murmur of satisfaction rumbled in his chest. Natalie undulated her hips for him and smiled at his inability to look away.

“Enough play,” he finally managed to growl at her, snatching his finger away. Rolling over her, he settled between her legs, the tip of him nudging between her slippery folds.

“Heavens…” her voice trailed off.

Eyes pinned to hers he rolled his hips forward. Lifting her legs to wrap around his hips, she watched him as his shaft invaded in a long smooth glide, thrilling to the lazy smile stretching his lips. Completely sheathed, he rested a moment, concentrating on the sensations that swamped him every time he entered her. A hand reached back to unwind one of her legs to lower it beside his while another bent the other leg higher. When she complied he rested himself on one elbow, continued to hold her bent leg, and slowly pulled out. A moment later he slipped back in with an excruciatingly unhurried turn of his hips. Natalie caught her breath and dug her nails into his back. Obliging, he lowered his mouth and delved his tongue deep, mimicking the slow strokes of his rigid length.

The kiss deepened and continued, matching the leisurely writhing of their lower bodies. His hand stroked the soft skin of the outer thigh curled high on his waist. Hayden loved her in this position. It gave him the advantage of sliding in as deep as he could with the added bonus of rubbing the apex of her thighs by lifting his hips slightly at the end. She murmured her pleasure into his mouth, her hands gliding under his shoulders to smooth down his back and over the muscles in his rear. The tactile exploration registered the rhythmic clench and release as he drove deep then retreated. Fingers dug into the firm flesh, pushing him down as she flexed upwards, reaching for more and more of him.

Untangling his lips from hers, he gazed down at her flushed face, eyes traveling over the strain of passion etching into the golden eyes.

“More?” He murmured, a tiny smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

“Faster,” she breathed, her hands linking behind his neck as he picked up the tempo, her eyes never leaving his.

Together they moved, the increased speed stuttering heartbeats and gasping sounds of pleasure from them. Natalie’s other leg lifted to clamp higher on his waist, her eyes on his as they rocked, her mouth parting to catch air. He kissed her swollen lips briefly then returned to watching her. Choked air hissed between his teeth as she circled her hips, his strokes changing to short, quick thrusts plunging between her legs at a rapid pace. They watched one another as they spiraled towards another climax, moving in tandem, sharing the noises of passion between them, the eye contact heightening their pleasure in one another. Natalie spied the moment his skin stretched taut over his cheeks signaling the tension ready to break. Hayden observed the blush staining her body a moment before returning his gaze to hers.

“Go with me,” Natalie panted a plea, lifting her head to plant a brief kiss to his open mouth. She did not want to break eye contact. Those spellbinding eyes were reaching into her, winding deep, snaring her heart into beating with his. Something was happening and she didn’t want to miss a single moment of it. The shoot would be over in a few days. If this was all she’d ever have of him, she wanted to remember all of it.

“I won’t let you go without me,” Hayden promised, stabbing into her so forcefully, her body slid against the carpet.

“Hayden…oh…I’m going to…I can’t wait…don’t…” Her anxious eyes begged.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as her walls began to clamp down.

“I won’t…I won’t…” His teeth clenched together as his blood pressure shot through the roof. “Nat!”

Natalie’s climax tore through both of them, triggering his. They cried out, curling towards one another, hanging on and losing eye contact under the cataclysmic assault on their bodies. In spite of the earlier forceful coupling, this one rivaled it, dragging them under to drown in an emotional whirlpool. Both scrabbled for air in the midst of it, but it eluded them as they strained and writhed together, riding the contractions as far as they could, then collapsing in a heap when it bucked them off.

Hayden gasped loudly for air, his body heavy on hers until he could find the strength to move. Dragging his cheek against hers, he raised his head to meet Natalie’s stunned, dazed stare as she fought to breathe, their noisy attempts echoing in the quiet room. In spite of the desperate need for oxygen, Hayden kissed her until he had no choice but to drag air into his lungs. His forehead rested on hers and she curved her hands to his cheeks, tilting her chin to press kisses to the corners of his mouth even as she fought to breathe. She could feel his heart hammering into hers and tears stung her eyes. She should tell him right now, but she wavered in uncertainty. If it spoiled this precious moment it would kill her. If he recoiled from it, she would wither and die inside.

Just keep it a secret, she scolded herself. Just for a little while longer.

The wariness in her eyes returned. Hayden spotted it immediately, but also caught the glint of something else quickly hidden with a sudden blink of her eyes. He opened his mouth to question her, but her arms dragged him back down, her lips wiping it from his mind.

Later in bed, as Natalie slept in his arms, Hayden, his own eyes heavy with sleep, planned his next move.

“I have one move left,” he whispered into her hair, “and losing is not an option.”
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