A/N: I decided to post the last chapter early, because I know you're all waiting to find out what happens. Also, because I plan on posting my Christmas fic either tomorrow or Sunday, and I didn't want it to get lost in the shuffle.
Thanks to everyone for your awesome reviews! They are greatly appreciated. Thanks also to my awesome betas, Cyko and Spunky, whose comments for this chapter were very enouraging.
Lindsay was lost the second Danny's lips touched hers. She knew, without a doubt, that there was no going back after this. He had been poking holes in her self-control all night, and now the wall was tumbling down. And she didn't give a shit. Because Danny was kissing her, his talented tongue seeking entrance into her mouth, his hands moving with reckless abandon, traveling down the shape of her curves and sliding behind her to grasp her ass and pull her more fully against him. Nothing else mattered – just his lips, his scent, his heat.
One push brought her against the door. He braced his hands on either side of her head, pinning her to the wood. He pressed the full length of his body against hers, and she could feel his arousal against her hip. She wanted to make a smart comment – ask him if he always brought his gun on dates – but his mouth had stolen her ability to form rational or even coherent thoughts, in addition to stealing the very breath from her lungs.
God, this man was walking, talking, living, breathing sex. How had she managed to resist him for so long?
Dimly, her brain registered the fact that they were still in her hallway, going at it like wildcats for everyone and her grandmother to see. She fumbled with the doorknob, somehow managing to open the door, and it gave way behind her. The sudden absence of that support caused her and Danny to stumble into her apartment, ending up in a tangled heap on the floor.
She didn't particularly care. Except that the force of the fall jarred his lips from hers, but this was a blessing in disguise, as she was very close to passing out from lack of oxygen. She took a deep, shaky breath, debating with herself as to whether or not she wanted to regain control.
It was a useless argument. She knew that they had long passed the point of no return. There was no way she would be able to stop this. She didn't want to stop it.
She stretched out her leg to shut the door with her toes, raising her hips off the floor in the process. All this did was brings her hips into contact with Danny's. He growled and ground her into the floor, assaulting her throat with a barrage of kisses. His stubble irritated her skin, and she knew it would be red and raw in the morning, but the thought didn't bother her. She wanted Danny to mark her, take her, claim her as his own.
They apparently decided at the same time that they were both ridiculously overdressed for the activity they were spiraling towards. Danny's earlier remark about wanting her to be underdressed was suddenly amazingly accurate as she struggled to remove his tie and he fumbled with the straps of her shoes. She tossed his tie aside. He threw her shoes over his shoulder. Somewhere in the distance she heard the sound of breaking glass, but she didn't have time to process it. In one swift motion, Danny had rolled them over so that she was now on top and slipped his hands under her dress, sliding them up her thighs.
His nimble fingers made contact with the lace of her panties, and it was like a bomb went off. He gripped the back of her head and pulled her down to meet his waiting lips, kissing her with an urgency that seemed to suck the heat from the atmosphere and place it between their lips. His hands wound their way around to her zipper, dragging it down roughly, nearly pinching her skin in the process. He tugged at the straps of her dress, and she was afraid he would snap them. He sat up, holding her to him, and dropped a kiss to her shoulder. It was such a tender gesture that it completely caught her by surprise – considering the ferocity with which he'd just been kissing her. She moaned before she could stop herself, and he trailed his lips down along her collarbone.
She worked the buttons of his shirt. Why had she thought this was a good look for him? It was a terrible look for him. It was too difficult to remove. It required too much effort, too much thought. At last, she gave up, gripping the shirt on both sides and pulling with all of her might. The thin material ripped, sending buttons flying everywhere. He was wearing his trademark tank top underneath. She wanted to ask him if he would consider making that his uniform for work, but that would require speech, which she was incapable of at the moment. There wasn't nearly enough blood flow to her brain.
He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over again. There was a loud 'thunk' as he banged his head off the end table by her couch, but he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy shrugging out of his ruined button-down and impatiently shucking the tank top. She barely had time to appreciate his nicely sculpted abdominal muscles before he was yanking on the hem of her dress, pulling it off her body. It was her best dress, but somehow it didn't matter that he discarded it as if it were nothing, because the look in his eyes was hungry, predatory, and his breathing definitely hitched when he looked at her.
The matching bra and panty set had been a good choice, obviously.
She decided that it was extremely unfair that he was still mostly clothed. She reached for the zipper of his pants, accidentally brushing against his erection as she did so. He whimpered and bit his lip as his hips bucked, seeking hers. She made quick work of his belt and watched with fascination as he rid himself of his pants in what had to be record time.
Lindsay opened her mouth to suggest they move this into the bedroom, but Danny was on top of her again, and she reasoned that the floor was as good a place as any. He crawled up her body, holding himself only inches above her, the muscles in his arms flexing. He placed a kiss at the hollow of her throat, and she moaned again. He trailed his lips along her collarbone once more, and she felt her pulse quicken. He flicked his tongue over the pulse point that was giving her so much trouble. Each brush of his lips against her skin sent electricity shooting through her body, finally exploding out of her toes.
She planted her hands on his chest, splaying her fingers, enjoying the feel of his muscles as they jumped under her touch. On impulse, she sank her nails into his flesh. He growled and responded by pressing his hips firmly against hers, rocking back and forth. She gasped softly and her hips bucked upwards, desperate to relieve the pressure that had settled in her pelvis.
He dropped his lips to her throat once more, and his hands deftly unsecured the front clasp of her bra. He pushed the cups aside and tugged on the straps. She lifted her shoulders so that he could remove the bra. She whimpered as he took a nipple in his teeth, still rocking against the cradle of her hips.
Holy fucking mother of God. She couldn't last much longer, and he wasn't even inside of her yet.
Summoning what little strength remained, it was she who flipped them over this time, and she who cracked her head on the underside of her end table. She barely noticed the pain as she slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer-briefs and slid them down his legs. She moved to straddle his hips, only to find herself on her back once more as he removed her panties. He nudged her legs apart with his knee and without invitation or preamble drove into her.
She gave an involuntary shriek at the way he filled her, the way he stretched her, and he paused, resting his forehead against hers. He was breathing heavily, as she was, and she could feel the rapid beating of his heart. He caught her gaze and held it, asking for permission to continue with his eyes. She gave him permission with a whimper of ecstasy that she couldn't quite contain, and he began to move.
He pulled out almost completely before burying himself in her up to his hilt. She wrapped one leg around his hips, and with the altered position, his next thrust made her moan and drop her head back, smacking it off the floor. She tightened her legs around his waist, locked her ankles at the small of his back, and matched him thrust for thrust.
She could feel the pressure building but didn't want to give in too soon. As unbelievable as it felt, being with Danny like this, she didn't want it to end. She wanted to stay like this, with him deeply inside of her, for as long as humanly possible. She squeezed his shoulders, then moved her hands to his biceps. His arms began to shake, and she could tell that he was also close. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hauled herself up, nuzzling the pulse point of his neck. She trailed her tongue along the underside of his jaw. He gently nipped at her collarbone, then sank his teeth into the area just above her heart.
Her orgasm was sudden, explosive, and damn near blinding. She swore her heart stopped beating. She felt Danny stiffen and seize inside of her. Then his arms finally gave out and he collapsed on top of her.
She came back to herself slowly, greedily gulping for air. She lazily opened her eyes and found Danny gazing at her, the look his eyes virtually unreadable. He dropped an affectionate kiss to her lips. He moved his mouth over hers, but when she went to deepen the kiss, he pulled away.
He smirked at her. "Now, Miss Monroe, I believe you said there were certain things you didn't do on a first date."
She could only stare at him, but then she saw the glint in his eye and felt herself smiling, too. It was hard to stay mad at him when he was still inside her, when his fingers were drawing delicate circles on her stomach. "I believe I also said that you should never underestimate the old standards."
He laughed deep in his throat, and his expression suddenly became serious. "Seriously, Lindsay, how do we want to handle this?"
She raised her eyebrows. "This?"
He nodded slowly. "I like you. A lot. And I don't want this – tonight – to be it."
Her heart ached at his words. He sounded like he meant it. And until that moment, she hadn't realized how much she wanted that as well. But there was something about Danny. She longed to know every part of Danny – not just how to make him sweat and tremble and come undone – but how he took his coffee and why he decided to become a CSI.
She never had been the type of girl who could do a one-night stand. Not with Danny. He meant too much for her for this to be all she would get of him.
She reached up to trace the ink of his tattoo. "I don't want tonight to be it, either."
He ran the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. "So, you want to give it a shot?"
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "That pizza place you mentioned in Brooklyn. Is it any good?"
He grinned and rolled off her. "Best cheesecake in the world."
She licked her lips. "Maybe you can take me there on Friday."
He threw an arm around her and drew her to him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck. "You're on."