Chapter 7

Softly Sara ran her hand gently over Ki's shaved head cradling the back of his skull. A small smile curled the corners of her mouth as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Her encounter with Ki had been a long time in coming if she was honest with herself. Sighing she let her hand fall away from him as she wondered what happened next.

She wasn't fool enough to believe that this was really going anywhere. After all, she had taken great pains to single him out whenever the two within the same building. She knew she had taken a child's approach in dealing with him, using the hurt them before they can hurt you ideology. Now she longed for things she could never have. The old adage about cutting off your nose to spite your face seemed to ring true in this case.

Ki nuzzled against her, breathing in the warm scent that distinctly said women. He'd only been mildly surprised when she hadn't rebuked him for his actions. He'd wanted her since the first time she'd threatened to kick him in the face and now that he had her, he had no intention of letting her go.

The raven haired young woman went to roll out of his loose embrace only to find his arms tightening around her. Looking down she found those burning dark eyes trained on her face. His gaze was so intense that she felt naked under that look. She shifted her gaze to somewhere over his shoulder hoping that none of what she'd been thinking had shown on her face.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was husky with a mixture of sleep and desire.

She opened her mouth then just as quickly shut it as she hadn't really given it any thought. She'd merely been trying to get away from his overwhelming presence. “Bathroom,” she said in a voice that sounded more like a question than a statement.

"What if I'm not ready to let you go?" he asked one eyebrow cocked, his gaze trained on her full, swollen lips.

She wasn't sure why the comment irritated her it just did. She fell back on something comfortable something familiar, anger. “Well that's just tough shit isn't it,” she snapped peevishly her blue green eyes narrowed. “You don't get a choice. Now get off!”

He loosened his grip on her slightly "You have to come back sometime," he reasoned.

Sara rolled her eyes even as she scrambled out of his arms. She stormed over to the bathroom, which had been her ticket out of his embrace, grabbing the forgotten pencil out of the wall. Smirking slightly as she watched Ki frown at the action.

Entering the bathroom she slammed the door shut behind her, even going so far as to throw the lock. Not that it would really stop the man if he was determined to gain entry. It just made her feel better. Scowling at her reflection she turned away from the mirror instead turning on the taps for a shower. Maybe that would help her gain a little perspective.

Ki stretched out on the bed, arms clasped behind his head and waited patiently for her to return. He could hear the water running and stifled a groan as he closed his eyes and envisioned the sight of her nude body, water running in rivulets down her ample chest strands of inky black hair clinging wetly to her neck and shoulders. At this rate his patience would run out before her hot water he thought as he tried to erase the picture he'd drawn in his mind.

Standing under the cool spray of water she called herself nine kinds of fool for what had transpired. She had told Tara the dangers of tumbling into bed with one of the guys, yet all of her carefully crafted words had gone right out the window the moment he had her pinned against the wall. Angrily she hit the wall grimacing slightly as her knuckles connected with the smooth white tiles.

Obscenities spewed from her mouth as she heard him banging on the bathroom door. "Go the fuck away!"

“Sara, you have exactly three fuckin' seconds to open this door before I kick the motherfucker off the hinges,” he yelled in response. He was worried that she might be lying inside hurt while he was standing out here like some kind of idiot. Though he should be relieved since she was shouting profanity.

“You're not the boss of me,” she screamed shaking her hand looking down at the damage. The skin had split over a couple of the knuckles. It was nothing too severe just looked worse than it was. This is what you get for acting like a child, she thought irritably.

“I fucking mean it Sara! Now!" His voice reverberated throughout the small room and she wondered idly if he would wake up Tara or Davey since the two bathrooms were obviously connected.

“All right,” she hollered back shutting off the water and flinging the curtain back. “Just stop fuckin' yelling,” she growled flipping the lock on the door. Taking a step back she grabbed a small towel to press against her bleeding knuckles.

His eyes swept over her and he could feel himself begin to harden. With a deep breath he reached for her hand "Let me see."

“No,” she snapped immediately clutching her hand to her chest.

Ki's dark eyes bored into her unusual hazel gaze. “Right now you have two choices,” he informed her in his deep bass rumble. “One, you can give me your hand and let me take a look at it. Or you can turn this into a fight, which we both know I'll win, and you'll still have to show me your hand. Now what's it going to be,” he asked in a deceptively patient tone his arms folded over his chest.

Sara crushed the instant reflex to punch him in the face, the yelling and screaming that were sure to ensue would ensure Davey and Tara's presence at the door. "I fuckin hate you Ki," she hissed through clenched teeth as she surrendered the bloody hand.

“That I highly doubt,” he replied with a look full of sensual promise as he carefully removed the towel.

Sara cursed the secret thrill that went through her at that look. She shouldn't be falling for one of the guys. It went against everything she believed in. She had seen too many other promising female stars fall because she had been only too willing to fall into bed with one of the guys they worked with. Yet she had been doomed right from the start. Her attraction to him had been instantaneous and thus she had built the wall surrounding her heart even taller.

“Sorry,” he murmured as the soft fabric stuck pulling at her skin. Her knuckles were starting to swell and there were a couple small abrasions. He asked her to move her fingers only mildly shocked when she complied. He saw her glance repeatedly at the bathroom wall finally realizing what was making her so cooperative. “You'll live,” he said letting her snatch her hand back.

“No shit Sherlock! I could have told you that,” she ground out glaring at him. She wanted him to go already. He occupied far too much of her thoughts as it was and that was before tonight had ever happened. Sighing she leaned against the counter cradling her wounded hand.

"Look Sara, the only way anyone will hear about this is if you tell them. It might surprise you, but my momma did raise me to be a gentlemen." He said quietly.

She checked the automatic impulse to snort at that. The sincerity shining in his eyes told her that he was telling her the complete and utter truth. She nodded letting her hair fall around her face shielding her from his penetrating gaze. “Thank you for that,” she whispered thickly hating the fact that she was about to cry.

The young woman took a slow deep breath trying to push back the urge that had tears gathering in her eyes. She knew that it wouldn't make a lick of sense to him why she was this upset about something they had both fully enjoyed, but then again he didn't have to hear people call him a glorified ring rat either. No matter how talented or promising a woman was, the moment it became public knowledge that she was involved with one of the guys, she became nothing more than a piece of ass.

It was a fate she had striven to avoid at all costs. She had sacrificed her heart on the alter of her career and until him had been okay with that. Now he had come along and knocked all her beliefs out of whack. She wasn't even sure she wanted them back now and that scared her more than she was willing to admit.

Ki heard the slight quiver in her voice and knew what it meant. He reached for her, pulling her gently into the cradle of his arms. He wasn't sure what to say to make everything okay. The only thing he knew for sure was that nothing could ever be the same.

Sara clung to him letting the tears fall that she had been holding back for so long. Years worth of tears spilled from her eyes as she let it all go. The heartache, the sadness, the what ifs, the could bes, all of it was washed away in a flood of tears. And through it all he held her, not because he really understood what was happening but because he cared. That simple fact didn't need to be spoken because his actions spoke for him.

Once the tears had subsided he scooped her into his arms and carried her back to the bed. Crawling onto the soft mattress he continued to hold her in his arms. It was a side of him she'd never seen before sweet, gentle and caring. She knew deep in her heart that this wasn't going to end in the small hotel room in the middle of nowhere. Nor did she want it to.

Absently she ran her hands over this planes and angles of his muscled back. She pressed a soft tender kiss to the center of his chest. She needed this...needed him. Needed to reassure herself that he was here and that this was real.

Ki felt her soft caresses and couldn't swallow the groan. Her touch was irresistible and his body responded no matter how much he tried not to. "Sara..."

Biting her lip she held herself perfectly still. Slowly she lifted her head to meet that intensely burning gaze. The one that always seemed to see right through her. “Ki,” she answered in a soft voice. She held her breath as his eyes scanned her face, looking for what she wasn't sure.

He framed her incredible face with his hands "I want you Sara, not just tonight or until we get out of here. I want to be with you. I don't know how we're going to work it out, but I'm not walking away."

Her hand came up to cradle the back of his head. “I'm good with that,” she murmured kissing first one corner of his mouth then the other. She pressed her lips against his sucking his lower one into her mouth nipping at it playfully. She soothed the abused flesh with her tongue delighting in his soft groan and grasping hands.

He let his hands glide down her back until they were resting on her waist. She could feel his hardened length against her thigh and the sensation had her body humming with need. "Ki, please..."

Ki's hand slipped down to grasp her thigh lifting it over his hips. His aching shaft slid along her slit teasing them both with the promise of things to come. “Please what,” he rasped against her ear as he continued to torture her with his slow careful ministrations.

"Fuck me," she hissed, her need pounding in her veins as his hot breath whispered over her neck.

“Well get to that,” he assured her kissing the soft under side of her jaw. His lips curled into a smile against her skin as she whimpered. Rolling his hips he growled low in his throat as her nails came into play scratching at his back.

He continued his journey down her body, stopping to lavish the hard pebble of her nipple with his tongue. She felt the shiver glance across her flesh as his hot breath whispered against the turgid peak. She arched against him when his lips closed around it. One hand dipped to the juncture of her thighs, parting her folds and dipping inside.

Involuntarily her hips arched up to drive his fingers deeper into her. She gave an unintelligible cry as his thumb came up to trace circles around the tiny bundle of nerves hidden at the top of her cleft. Redoubling her efforts she pushed down against his invading digits clinging to him. The air left her lungs in panting breaths and mewling cries.

It took every ounce of willpower the man possessed to continue. The feel of her body rubbing against him had his own need surging to the forefront. The passion he felt for her exceeded any he had ever experienced before. The sensation of her slick grasping channel on his fingers made him groan in anticipation.

Looking down on the young woman writhing in his arms he couldn't stop the swell of masculine pride he felt. She had taken great pains to keep all the guys at arms length. So to see her this wild, this uninhibited was his undoing. Knowing that it was him, and him alone, that had brought her to this state made him feel fiercely possessive of her.

Withdrawing his fingers he smothered the urge to grin at her whimpered distress. Rolling them he placed the tip of his throbbing shaft at her opening. Bracing his weight on his hands he stared down at her. His darkly intense gaze boring into her blue green eyes. “Do you want me?” he asked in his deep rumbling voice.

“Wh-what,” she stuttered unable to think clearly, trying to force him deeper into her. She cried out in frustration as he withdrew and repeated the question. “Yes Ki, yes,” she hissed inhaling sharply as he sank a little farther into her body.

Framing her face with his hands he forced her to continue meeting his gaze. “Do you need me?” he growled holding himself perfectly still above her.

Sara finally caught on to what was happening. He felt just as exposed as she did and needed the reassurance that this wasn't just some one time thing. She gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “Always,” she replied, sighing in pleasure as he withdrew before burying half of his length within her welcoming body.

Ki knew that he was torturing them both with this game but he had to know. He had to be the only one in her world that could make her feel this way. “Am I the only one?” he rasped, his voice raising goose bumps along her skin.

“Yes! Oh god yes,” she cried her eyes slipping shut as he slammed his full length into her.

The pressure that had been building in her since his first touch tore through her. Not caring who might hear she screamed his name into the night. Ki smothered a scream of his own, fighting his own burgeoning release. He slowed the pace, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being buried inside her as long as possible.

She opened her eyes as the wave receded to see his dark eyes glinting in the darkness . The lust she had seen before had been replaced by an emotion she wasn’t sure she was ready for. It didn’t matter, it was too late to back out now. Sighing she closed her eyes and surrendered herself to all that he was offering.

Leaning down he captured her lips in a kiss that tried to convey all his pent up emotions. One hand slipped around to the small of her back lifting her hips to meet his driving rhythm. He swallowed every sound she emitted like a dying man savored every drop of water.

He trailed kisses over every exposed inch of skin he could reach. His teeth came into play marking her for all the world to see. He'd be damned if he lost her now that he had gotten her. He growled deep in his throat as the muscles surrounding his driving length clenched.

It was too much for him to bear, her name became a chant on his lips as his seed coated the silken walls, mingling with her flowing release. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he was afraid if they spilled from his lips she would bolt.

Sara held Ki close, savoring the weight of his body pressing hers into the mattress. Her hands roved over his broad shoulders down his back. Slowly easing them both back to earth and their own bodies. Ki rolled to the side slipping from her velvety depths mourning that loss only slightly as he drew her against him. He wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring. But right here, right now he had all he could ever want.