Author’s Note: WARNING – This chapter is rated M for a reason.

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The two met in another kiss, but this time, it wasn’t fierce or passionate, dominating or chaste, but a slow, deliberate kiss, showing the other just how much they felt for one another.

Danny hesitantly moved his hands to the top of her blouse, his fingers fiddling with the first button. He pulled away only to seek permission with his eyes.

Lindsay bit her lip and nodded, then meeting his again.

He took his time unsnapping the buttons one by one, determined to make this last as long as he could. He didn’t want to rush this.

He gently pushed the wet shirt off of her and pulled her close, pressing her body against his. Lindsay fell into him and responded eagerly, her hands moving into his hair. Danny ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. She immediately opened her mouth to him, the two finally fully giving in to the built-up tension between them for months.

God, this was what he had missed. This, the agonizing passion and spark between them that always left him somewhat satisfied, but kept him coming back for more. For him, nothing had ever come close to being enough for him except Lindsay.

Danny hitched her up around his waist, she gasping lightly at the sudden change, her legs locking behind his back as they stumbled through his dark apartment to his bedroom, their lips never parting.

He set her down gently on his bed, then bringing his shirt above his head and tossing it to the side. In almost an instant, he covered her body with his, their cool skin pressed against each other.

Lindsay couldn’t believe the current position they were in, or how they had come to be that way. She hadn’t even intended to ever talk to him again, let alone end up in his apartment, in his bed, and in his arms.

She thought that she should really stop. He cheated on her. Cheated. He shouldn’t be so easily forgiven, but the way he was kissing her, the desperation and longing she tasted, was too much for her and when his lips moved down her throat, she ceased to think.

He pressed light kisses down between her breasts, her stomach, and stopped right above her jeans. Swiftly unsnapping the button and yanking them off, he glanced up at Lindsay.

He could hardly believe that after everything, they were here, together.

“Lindsay,” he whispered against her inner thigh. She shivered from the feeling. He moved back up her body and sucked lightly on the pulse point under her neck. “Linds…”

“Danny,” she gasped.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “About this? If we start now, I’m not sure if I’d have the willpower to stop…so tell me now…tell me to stop…”

She lightly shook her head, “I just want to forget….”

He brought his face back to hers, staring directly into her eyes.

“Make me forget,” she murmured, her eyes once again glassy with tears. “Make this pain go away…I can’t fight you anymore…”

Danny dropped an affectionate kiss to her neck, hating himself for knowing that he caused the pain she felt, but could also take it away. He whispered these next couple of words, “Don’t fight me, Linds…I know what I did was wrong, but I’ve never been more sorry…And…I want to make this work between us…”

He moved back up and caught her lips in a sensual kiss, leaving her breathless and gasping in his arms, “God I missed you,” he breathed out.

“Me too,” she said quietly, her face seeking his in the dark. She immediately tugged his shirt over his head and began unbuckling his belt when he stopped.

“Be sure,” he said firmly. She gazed back in his eyes and gave a small nod, then finally unfastening his belt and pushing his pants off.

He rolled them over so that she was on top of him, her hair falling around her face and in that moment, Danny had never seen anything or anyone as beautiful as her. Slowly, he snaked his hands around her back, unsnapped her bra, and tossed it to the side.

Lindsay pressed her lips back to Danny’s; his hands skimmed the sides of her breasts and her breath caught. She had forgotten these feelings, the way that he could make her feel with just a mere brush of his fingers.

Danny continued his sweet torture on her, moving his hands up and down from her breasts to her waist, teasing, but not satisfying.

“Danny…” she whimpered, her lips falling away from his as they moved down her throat.

He flipped them over again, his fingers trailing down her skin lightly to the lace of her panties. His lips lowering to her collarbone, he carefully slipped her panties off and they joined the heap of clothes around his room.

For a second, he pulled away. He hovered above her, looking down at her angelic face, her damp hair splayed across his pillow, the way her soft curves looked in the moonlight, the feel of her body beneath his.

Just seeing her like that turned him on even more.

Lindsay felt a bit nervous and shy under his gaze, squirming around a little, but his arms around her effectively blocked her from wiggling her way out.

Without breaking her gaze, Danny moved his fingers back down below her waist, but this time, there wasn’t any barrier between them.

The second Lindsay felt the intrusion of his fingers his lips were back on hers, moving fast and passionately. He started slow, but as time progressed, he added a second finger; her strangled gasps and moans cut off by their kisses.

Finally, she half-screamed, half-gasped into his mouth, her hand clutching at his bicep as her orgasm washed over her. Never had she felt anything this good or this intense. And if this was just the foreplay, she couldn’t even imagine how mind-blowing the actual thing would be.

Danny almost came right then and there when he felt Lindsay finally let herself go. He couldn’t believe that after everything, they were here again.

After letting her come down from her high, she relaxed in his arms and he kissed her softly on the cheek. Lindsay turned to look up at him and smiled, “Condom?”

He leaned over her and pulled open the nightstand drawer, grabbing one and quickly ripping it open and putting it on.

He pulled Lindsay onto his lap, staring her straight in the eye, “One more time,” he said softly. “Tell me that you’re absolutely sure. I don’t want you to regret this…”

Lindsay shook her head, “I won’t,” she promised, kissing him soundly on the mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. As she did, he gently lifted her up ever so slightly, and then entered her slowly.

She moaned into his mouth, the feeling of them joined together so intimately that it was overwhelming.

He let her adjust to his size before continuing, repeating the slow pattern of lifting her up and bringing her down again, each time drawing out strained groans and gasps of pleasure.

It was a speed that tortured the both of them, but never had Danny felt this much for someone. She had buried her face into the side of his neck, panting heavily and was whimpering almost every second.

This feeling that she was clinging to him like her life depended on it and she was so utterly connected to him pierced him to the heart.

Lindsay too couldn’t believe the incredible sensations she was feeling. She’d forgotten how good making love with Danny was. Every stroke and every kiss told her that he was truly sorry, that he wasn’t going to let her go again.

“Oh God, Danny…” she moaned into his shoulder as his hips started thrusting up into her faster and harder. “God…”

Danny pulled his head back to look at Lindsay. Her eyes were closed and her eyelids fluttering, her mouth open and gasping for air or out of pleasure. Dear Lord she was beautiful.

“Linds…” he groaned, dropping a tender kiss to her shoulder that made a tear trickle out of the corner of her eye. “I’m so sorry…I…I love you…”

With the combination of his determined thrusts pounding into her and the sweet, honest words that left his mouth, Lindsay’s face froze in a silent scream, her damp, sweaty body pressed tightly against his.

Feeling her tighten around him, Danny too felt himself let go, groaning as he pulled Lindsay to him, both of them shaken by the intensity.

After it was over, the two didn’t move, Danny still buried deep inside her, their faces hidden in one another’s shoulders.

Lindsay sighed against his, “Was it…?”

“It’s never been like this,” he admitted, his breath tickling her sensitive skin. He pulled back and tangled his hands in her hair, leaning their foreheads together. “Only you, Lindsay. Only you.”

“Me too,” she whispered, her lips softly caressing his.

Danny then gently lifted her off of him, eliciting a small whimper from Lindsay. Quickly disposing of the condom, he joined her back on his bed, pulling her back up to his chest.

He pressed a couple of kisses into her soft hair, whispering, “I love you” one last time before they both fell asleep.

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Author’s Note: Whew, that was the most difficult chapter to write! Please review!