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Chapter six: Home at Last

Keeping her hands off Frank had never been easy. But now it seemed impossible. Calleigh could still feel the rough heat of his hands on her skin. She could still hear the low groan on his lips when he’d reached for her.

One more touch and they wouldn’t have made it out of the lab at all. Now she just had to stay buckled in on her half of the front seat. Just a little longer and it would be safe to reach for his hands, to feel those fingers dragging her close against that broad chest. His kiss… “Frank,”

“Almost there, Cal,” He must be reading her mind. Calleigh was twitching with the need to touch his skin when his hand reached out across the seat. A groan crossed her lips as she wound her fingers through his. Such big, strong, gentle hands and she was finally going to feel them all over her body. Helpless a moment, Calleigh leaned down and brushed her lips across his skin. “Cal, darlin’ please.” His hand tightened around hers, dragging both their hands down to the seat. “I’m tryin’ to drive here.”

//Down, girl.// Calleigh nodded her understanding and tried not to distract him. “Hurry, Frank.” A few more blocks and she could have more of him than his hand. Definitely worth the wait. She’d felt his arms around her, his hips pressed between her thighs. //Frank, please, hurry.//

An impressive one-handed parking job later, Calleigh shivered at the instant heat of his gaze on her lips. Both those gorgeous hands held hers as Frank looked her in the eyes. “Are you sure, Calleigh?”

It took every ounce of her self-control not to crawl over the seat for a kiss. //No sex in the car./// No matter how sweet he was. “Very sure, come inside, Frank.” She had to pull back, now, or the look on his face was going to drive her into his arms, into wedging her body between his chest and the steering wheel for a kiss. “Come on,”

Forcing her hands open, Calleigh climbed out and headed up the side walk. She’d forgotten how long his legs were. Two steps and his hand was warm and wide on the line of her waist. At the front door, her fingers fumbled at her keys. And it was all his fault. Frank’s hands rubbed up and down her hips, pulling her back against his chest. His lips nuzzled through her hair to kiss along her neck. “Hurry, Calleigh.”

//Concentrate,// It wasn’t easy when his hands kept rocking her hips back against the hard length of him. //Bad girl, no making out on the porch.// A short burst of concentration got the door unlocked even as his lips on her ear forced a groan from her throat. “Frank,”

Two steps inside, Calleigh finally let herself turn in his arms and fist both hands in his shirt. She didn’t have to drag Frank down far. He met her more than halfway, hands fisting in the back of her shirt as tongues met and stroked.

Now. Now was the time to finally get that shirt open. Especially those four buttons Frank had reclosed in the locker room. Calleigh groaned against his lips and struggled open button after button. Her fingers stumbled against his ribs when his fingers curved around the back of her thighs and dragged her hips flush against his with a beautiful groan. “Calleigh, darlin’,” Frank was … hard and close and rubbing almost where she wanted, needed him. Buttons forgotten, Calleigh climbed him, wrapping arms and legs around his body to press closer, hips shifting. “Oh, Sweetheart.” Strong hands clamped on her waist, holding her still against his hips. “Which way, Cal?”

//Way? Oh, bedroom,// Calleigh fought to stay still and speak. “Second door on the left.” Frank reached back to deadbolt the front door and wrapped both arms around her, tucking her close against his broad chest. There was that feeling of warmth of safety she felt at the top of those stairs. But now it was even better, he wasn’t letting go and she wasn’t running. Instead, Calleigh was kissing her way up and down his neck while one hand struggled with the last few buttons near his belt. She adored the way his arms clenched as her fingers stroked up his chest. “Calleigh, darlin’,” His arms shifted so one hand was free to catch her wandering fingers. “I don’t wanna drop you,” He guided her arm up around his neck and pressed a short kiss to her lips. “So hold that thought a second.”

She couldn’t help a soft groan as he held her closer and opened the door. She couldn’t help dragging her hands across his shoulders, feeling all those strong muscles tighten and tremble under her fingers. “Frank,” Calleigh loved this, but she needed more, his skin against hers, his kiss, nothing at all between them. However, that meant she had to let him go long enough to get his shirt off. And her own. Calleigh needed him bare and touching her.

Calleigh slid down his chest to sit on the edge of her bed and reached for his wrist. One cuff opened, she scooted back to watch. “Lose the shirt, Frank, and come here.” Damn, she loved the heat in his eyes as his shirt the floor and he crawled towards hers.

“Yes, ma’am,”

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Almost against his will, Frank opened his arms to lower Calleigh to the edge of her bed. His breath caught in his throat at the soft touch of her fingers unbuttoning his cuff. Cold invaded his skin as she pulled back with a smile. “Lose the shirt, Frank, and come here.”

Nothing could stop him from doing exactly what she asked, anything she asked. “Yes, ma’am,” The next thing Frank knew Calleigh was dragging hot palms over the eager skin of his back as he lost himself in her kiss. Sweet, delicious, and not nearly enough. Calleigh was still completely dressed, shoes, holster and all. And it was way past time to get rid of those layers. “Calleigh, arms up.” He groaned at the smooth heat of her skin under his fingers as he peeled her shirt off over her head. She was … “Beautiful,” Lying beneath him, Calleigh was a vision of soft, smooth skin and lean, strong curves. The way her hands clung to his shoulders and her eyes locked to his stole his breath. “God, Calleigh, you’re… heaven.”

“Frank,” Following the sound of his name and the pull of her arms, Frank leaned down for a kiss, for her kiss. It still wasn’t enough. Lost in her taste, he rubbed both hands over the lines and curves of her, filling his palms with the feel of her skin. He wanted more, her skin against his, the taste and feel of her. All of her. Weakly breaking the kiss, Frank flattened both hands on her back and pressed her tight against his chest with a groan. “Please, Frank,”

//That’s it, sweet Calleigh, more,// She arched in his arms, nails digging into his skin. With a smile, he followed that curve of her body with his lips. //Sweet darlin’,// her skin was soft, delicious… obsessive. And begging for more. Frank helplessly kissed and licked his way down her throat and across her chest. Fabric was suddenly in the way. Nothing was going to keep him from her skin. “Calleigh,” Frank sat back on his heels and pulled her up across his lap, fingers struggling open the clasp of her bra. He adored the hitch in her breathing and the sweet tightening of her arms. “So beautiful, so soft,” Shifting her higher against his ribs, Frank watched her face as he cupped one hand around her breast. Green eyes fell shut as every inch of her body arched into the heat of his hand. //Gorgeous,// Before she got her eyes open, he dipped his head to stroke the peak of her breast with an eager tongue.

“Oh, Frank, yes,” Her hands grasped at the back of his neck, pulling herself harder against him. “Please,” If she’d arched before, then this was more. Calleigh trembled in his arms, hips shifting against his ribs, thighs tightening around his waist, arms clinging. //Yes, darlin’, more,// Frank obeyed the call of her, pulling her into the heat of his mouth, hands stroking her waist and hips. “Frank, my turn,”

Nails dragged slowly down his arms as Calleigh pulled back, “Cal,” His hands clung to her hips, trying to pull her back into his arms.

“Shh, Frank, let me…” He fought to stay still as Calleigh cupped gentle hands against his jaw and brushed her lips over his. “We should get these out of the way.” His breath caught when those gorgeous hands unhooked his gun and badge from his belt and set them on her nightstand. Her weapon and badge were next. Then her fingers reached for his buckle and she did the one thing he couldn’t stay still for.

Calleigh Duquesne licked her lips.

“Calleigh, my turn,” Hooking his fingers in her belt, Frank dragged her hips flush against his and dove into a kiss. If she touched him still wearing anything, he’d shred the fabric to get to her skin. Frank needed her naked and he needed to touch her, right now. First belt, then button and zipper. //Boots,// Tugging her closer, he reached for the zippers at her ankles. They jammed. “Calleigh, I need … help me.”

A groan crossed his lips as she pulled out of his arms and off the edge of the bed. “Get outta yours, Frank.” He got visually lost in the slide of fabric over her hips and down her legs. His fingers clenched mid-motion, frozen with the urge to reach for her.

Calleigh was… beautiful gorgeous she was completely bare and moving closer to him with such melting heat in her eyes. She was going to make him explode right here and now, still wearing his pants and shoes. Frank dragged his eyes off her legs and forced his fingers to work open his belt, kicking aside his shoes.

“Calleigh, wait,” Sliding to his feet at her side, he again marveled at her beauty. Barefoot Calleigh didn’t reach his shoulder, but every inch of her made his pulse race and his hands clench. “Good god you’re beautiful.”

And he apparently made her strain up on tiptoes and groan his name. //Yes, darlin’// One hand threading into her hair and the other flattening against the curve of her waist, Frank helped her reach his lips, opening to the sweet invasion of her tongue. Never, he would never get enough of her kiss, her taste.

He would never get enough of the silky heat of all of her skin against his. Her arms tightened, pressing the curve of her stomach along the part of him that was the most desperate for the heat of her. And then she tried to kill him, rubbing against his length with a groan. “Calleigh, god, darlin’ please,”

Next thing Frank knew, Calleigh was under him in the middle of her bed, legs around his waist and nails digging into his shoulders. And smiling into their kiss.

She knew exactly what she was doing to him, with every gorgeous inch of her tiny beautiful body. //Calleigh,//

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//Frank,// He was amazing. So tall and strong and big and yet his every move, every touch was gentle, tender. Caring.

And he wanted her. Frank was standing next to her bed, hands clenched and eyes trailing heat over her skin. “Good god, you’re beautiful.”

//You too, Frank, so gorgeous,// Helpless to resist, Calleigh leaned up for his kiss, adoring the gentle support of his hands on her back. She felt powerful with this man opening to her exploration. She wanted to strip his self-control away, wanted to feel the strength of his body, the force of his need for her. Calleigh wanted, needed to feel him.

Leaning closer, she deepened the kiss and pressed her hips forward to cradle the hard, hot length of his erection against her stomach. He felt… //Hmm, Frank, yes.// His arms tightened, his tongue met hers in an eager stroke.

Still careful though, still controlled. //Come on, Frank, more,// Bracing her arms around his neck, Calleigh moved against him, rubbing his hardness with a long, smooth stroke of her hips. “Calleigh, god, darlin’, please.”

//Yes,// Big hands. Big hands closed on her hips, forcefully lifting her off her feet and into his arms. A hard body crowded hers onto the bed, surrounding her in strong muscles and hot skin. And need. Frank needed her… badly. She could feel it in the fierce grip of his arms, the stroke of his hands, the arch of his hips against hers. In his kiss. “Frank,” Her fingers slid down his chest, over the tightening muscles toward the hard length of him pressed against her thigh. So close…

“No, sweetheart, not yet.” He kissed the protest off her lips, guiding both arms up over her head. Big hands then rubbed down her arms to the curve of her hip, fingers pressing hard into her skin. “It’s your turn first.” The low rasp of his voice was immediately followed up with the slow swipe of his tongue against her pulse. “Try not to move, ya can’t distract me, darlin’.”

Not easy. It was not easy to stay still now with his hands and lips on her skin at all. Anything more and she’d have to move. Calleigh wrapped her fingers around the headboard and took in a shuddery breath. “All yours, Frank.”

“That’s my girl,” The smile he gave her from over her heart already tested her self-control. Then Frank kissed his way over her breast. “So soft,” Calleigh arched, eyes falling closed as the wet heat of his mouth pulled at her most sensitive nerves. The stroke of his tongue and the gentle edge of his teeth made her hands clench and the headboard wasn’t enough. She needed skin, his skin under her fingers. Calleigh wrapped her arms around his shoulders, palms hungrily rubbing over the muscles of his back.

“Frank,” Her legs tightened against his ribs, trying to pull him closer, to feel … “Please,”

“Patience, Calleigh.” She could feel his smile against her ribs as those big hands unhooked her ankles and rubbed up her thighs to the helpless arch of her hips. //Patient! Impossible…// “Just feel, darlin’. Let me show you…”

Words died on his lips, changing into a groan the instant his fingertips slipped between her legs.

It wasn’t like she could speak either. Frank’s touch reduced her to pure electric feeling. Every nerve and muscle in her body arched desperately into his hands as her nails clutched at his shoulders and her breath caught. //Oh, yes, Frank, yes, please.// She was going to draw blood if he kept up that careful exploration of his fingers.

He didn’t seem to mind at all, groaning pleasure against her skin with each kiss, each arch of her body in his arms. “Calleigh, sweet darlin’,” Suddenly those lips caught hers in a hungry kiss as two big fingers pressed deep inside her. It was … //Oh, Frank, damnit, more.// Amazing, heaven. But not enough. Calleigh wanted, needed more than his fingers. She needed all of him, closer, deeper.

“Frank, now, please,” Dragging up the barest hint of will-power, Calleigh grabbed his wrist and met his eyes. “I need you, now, please.” Her fingers moved on their own to curl around the hard length of him, adoring the feel of his arms clenching. A long, slow stroke let her watch and feel muscles all over his body tighten and arch. //That’s it, Frank, need me, want me.// “Frank,”

Finally, finally he hurried. Frank dragged her arms up around his neck, hooked her knee over his hip, and pressed inside her, slow and deep. “Oh, god, Calleigh,”

Perfection. This was everything she’d ever imagined … and more. He was holding her so close, hands so urgent and gentle against her skin, buried deep inside her with such a look of caring and heat on his face. Calleigh was home, safe in his arms and never letting him go again. //Frank,// Completely without thought, she ran her fingers up his throat and along his jaw, pulling his face down to hers for a kiss, for his kiss. //Love me, Frank, please.//

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