A/N: Sorry for the wait, peeps. But wait no longer. It’s unbeta’d and written in a span of a few hours so all mistakes are mine. Hope it lives up to my usual mediocre standard ;) Please review when you finish if you ever want to see chapter three alive! Muahahahha!

Chapter Two

The water was like ice as it ran down his sleek body. The hot water was long gone and Nick wondered how long he’d been standing there. Then his mind flashed back to the fantasy. Catherine’s pink tongue was flicking down, across his belly button, and halting just above his groin. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up to catch his reaction before she slid down to take him in her mouth. Fantasy Catherine was good. Nick focused on her lips, trying to recall each detail perfectly. There was that time she was absently chewing on a pen. That was the memory he was drawing from. He pictured her mouth from that moment. Her teeth grazed a little as she pulled it out and then her tongue pulled it back in.

He dug his fingers into Fantasy Cath’s curls and came in one short spurt. With a sigh suspiciously tinted with relief, Nick shut the water off. His cheeks burned. Usually he couldn’t get off unless he imagined pleasuring her. Guilt nipped at him, as if he had been selfish to Real Catherine.

O O O

Nick stared at the ceiling, wide awake. He had no idea how long it had been since Cath had touched him in the parking lot but he swore he could still feel her hand on him. Shuddering a little with the memory, he squinted over at the digital clock on the night stand. 11:09? He groaned. Seven more hours, at least, of listening to her breathing in the next room. His mind left him no choice but to imagine her in the dark, lying under the covers— no, on top of the covers, his imagination liked it better like that— in something lacy and black that made her pale skin glow. Her hair would be wavy like it was earlier today and spread out beneath her like a fan. Her lips were pouted and half open. Sweat trickled down his brow. Damn!

He barely heard the knock. He bolted to the door, slipping into a pair of jeans as gracefully as he could in the dark. “Who is it?” he called, though he was pretty sure who it was going to be. A look through the window nearly stopped his heart. He was right. It was her. But it wasn’t just Catherine in her pajamas, it was Catherine in the slinkiest red dress he had ever seen and a pair of strappy shoes. He couldn’t wait to hear this one.

He opened the door. She quirked a smile as he blushed, trying not to stare at her lips, which were shiny and looked soft, or at her chest, or at her legs, or— he settled for somewhere behind her head. “Sorry, did I order room service…or any kind of service?”

She managed to kill the laugh in her throat and look annoyed. “Excuse me?”

“Well…” he looked at his feet, which he realized were bare, “You do sort of look like a hooker…but an expensive one.” His best smile tried to save him. She let it go; she had gotten distracted by his lack of shirt. Mmm. Unconsciously, her tongue slid out of her mouth. Focus.

“Oh yea, so I couldn’t sleep and it looks like you can’t either…do you want to go down to the bar?”

Nick gulped and nodded. Alcohol and two horny people. This night was either going to end very well or very, very well. It was the next morning that scared the hell out of him.

O O O

A few glasses later and all pretenses of not flirting were long gone. They were sitting so close that Catherine could feel Nick’s heat tingling where their hands almost touched. With her other hand, she slowly dipped the cherry in and out of her drink. Nick watched, mesmerized, as she then brought it to her lips. She gave it a suggestive lick and popped it in. His moan was almost loud enough to get them in trouble but the guy in the corner was ignoring them and so was the bartender. Then her cool hand slid onto his thigh and she leaned in. Her breath was hot and sweet. He wanted to grab her and crush her against the nearest surface but even two drinks past sober, he was too much of a gentleman.

“Do you want me?” Sultry, thick with desire. The world disappeared and all he could hear was her breathing, inches away. Hell yes he wanted her. He wanted her over and over again until the creaky bed cracked in half. He wanted to make her eyes roll back in her head as he filled her. He wanted to hike that dress up over her hips and—

“Damn it, Cath.” Her hand slid dangerously close to the ridge that was forming in his jeans. He hadn’t even kissed her yet. She went for it and his eyes snapped shut. With her nails, she raked across his hardening length. White flashes. Light was flashing behind his eyes from her touch.

He leaned over and kissed her for the first time. Her lips were pliant and she opened her mouth for his tongue. Cherries. With light fingers, she clasped her hands behind his neck. It was hot and heavy and he thought he might never breathe again. She nipped his lower lip gently and pulled away. She grinned. His eyes were unfocused and he crushed her lips with his for another kiss. They were awkwardly leaning across two barstools so Nick cupped her ass and pulled her onto his lap while he explored her mouth with his tongue.

Their hips ground together in just the right spot. The blood left his brain in a rush, leaving behind one thought. Too much clothes.

Just then, the bartender tapped Catherine rudely on the shoulder. “Hey lady, you wanna take that somewhere else? I’m catering to respectable drunks here. There’s a motel upstairs that rents by the hour.”

With a giggle, the couple wobbled out the door, hand in hand.