Yeah, this time the story bunnies were in a very naughty mood. This is my very first attempt at this kind of thing which why the rating changed. Be kind. I blushed and squirmed writing this entire chapter, which is THE END…honestly!!

DISCLAIMER: Still don't own them which is just as well because we would have to move this all to HBO!

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Waking up with someone could be a very awkward business. If you didn't fit together correctly, which was most common, you wound up sleeping next to them. She had always thought it was ironic that after allowing someone that kind of access to your body, sleeping together was so much more intimate. She had never felt comfortable actually sleeping with anyone before.

Before Grace even opened her eyes, she knew she was not alone. She was completely cocooned by his body. One arm was her pillow and the other was wrapped around her middle, entwined with hers. Even in sleep, his large hand held hers. Their legs were tangled together and his face was pressed into her hair. His soft snoring told her he was still asleep. It felt wonderful. He was warm but not suffocating. She moved just slightly, enjoying the slide of his chest hair against her back. His breathing never changed, but his legs and arms held her that much closer. They just fit. She allowed herself to enjoy the sensation and drifted back to sleep. Her last conscious thought was that this was the best sleep she had since she came out to California.

When she opened her eyes again, they were still tangled together. She laid awake quietly a soft satisfied smile curving her lips. How much had changed in 24 hours. Yesterday morning she woke up alone, and if she were completely honest, lonely. Today she was wrapped in the arms of a man who she knew loved her. It should have terrified the independent woman she tried to be. Oddly enough, it felt liberating.

Last night she originally climbed into bed alone and tossed. After a late night visitor, she came back to the bed with him and slept soundly. Giggling to herself, she allowed that the sleep might have had something to do with all the exertions prior to sleep. Making love with Wayne should be an Olympic event. A girl should really go into training before attempting this.

It all began with a first kiss at work. But it was the second kiss here at her apartment that was the real revelation.

"You kissed me back." Those four words, whispered into her ear were a wake up call to her. She could still feel his breath tickling her ear. Smiling to herself she relived what followed.

Grace had only allowed herself to rest her hands on his broad chest as he leaned in to kiss her. She knew she was participating more than that. She had raised her self up on her toes, without even being aware of doing so. He would support her; she didn't even have to think about it. All those little details that she had spent hours trying not to remember came flooding back. His lips and mouth tasted and teased her. The aroma of man, real man, musky and strong, not some chemical crap sprayed on, was intoxicating. She kissed him back and his arm that had been wrapped around her waist tightened like a band of steel.

What was a girl to do? Here was this tall, gorgeous hunk of sweet loving man kissing her senseless. All that separated them was a flimsy cami and a soft worn t-shirt. She let her instincts take over. Sliding her hands over his broad shoulders, Grace reveled in the warm strength of his arms. Wrapping her hands around the thick column of his neck, she pulled herself up and closer into his embrace. Her nipples had already drawn themselves into hard points that felt soothed and aroused by being crushed against the wall that was his chest. With a speed that belied his size, he spun her around against the door, pressing his bulk against her and the hard wood.

Since Grace came out to California, she had dated what her magazines would call "Metrosexuals". They were handsome, exquisitely groomed, professional and usually not much taller than her own height. Consciously or not, she was going to date the opposite of all those farm boys and football players from back home. Grace would reinvent herself, including the men she went out with. They were fun, sophisticated, easy to date, and best of all easy to control if things got out of hand.

Wayne Rigsby was well groomed and gorgeous, but he was taller, stronger and firmly in control here. She suddenly couldn't remember any other man, let alone why she dated them. His bulk and muscles held her against the door and his weight pressing on her felt so right. The entire time, he kissed her. Sometimes the kisses were soft and sweet. Some of them nipped at her lower lip and the soothed it with his tongue. She could spend the rest of her life being kissed by Wayne Rigsby. His lips should be registered as a weapon of danger to all women.

While his body held her against the door, his hands started exploring Grace's curves. They were hot, even against the heated flush of her skin. And she wanted them everywhere. When he reached down and slowly ran them up under the little cami she wore, her arms left his shoulders and neck to pull it up off her. The cool air felt good against her overheated flesh, but it wasn't enough. She started pulling at his t-shirt, eager to explore him.

Wayne stopped long enough to help her yank the shirt over his head. If he hadn't been pressing her into the door, her knees would have given out. In his civilizing suit and tie, Wayne was an imposing figure. Shirtless, his broad chest heaved with the passion darkening his normally sweet blue eyes. He looked like a warrior out of ancient times, ready to claim his spoils.

Grace was happy to be claimed. Without realizing it, her hands stroked his warm muscles and wandered over the brown flat nipples that immediately reacted to her slightest touch. Just that caused him to throw his head back. At the sound of his breath being hissed inwardly, she smiled. Her gentle touch could affect him so strongly. It was a power she relished and couldn't wait to explore further.

Wayne's hands pulled hers away from his chest and captured them above her head. Holding them easily with one hand the other pulled her hair tie out twining his fingers in the soft red curls. She was stretched out against the door, completely at his mercy.

"Grace, sweetheart, God, you are so beautiful. I need to know, this, us, now, you want this? Because this is me, as I really am, doing what I most want to in the world. But I am doing it out of my own free will. No one is pulling my strings.. I just want you to be sure."

His passion darkened eyes held hers in a steady gaze. And he waited. He knew she was aroused and excited. He could push the issue. But he wanted her to want him, not just the sex, but him, without regret. He held her between the solid wood and his solid body, but it would be her choice. Knowing that even in his most passionate moments, he put her needs above his own made her want him even more.

Turning her head into the large hand cradling her face, she kissed the rough skin and rolled her hips ever so slightly against his thigh trapped between hers. The heaviness that pulled at her found just a small measure of relief from that. She craved more, much more than this.

"No matter what I originally thought before, I kissed you back. I have wanted to kiss you for months. That day in the bathroom, if we hadn't been interrupted, I would have kissed you right there. Today, despite your size, I know if I had pushed you away, you would have gone. But, I didn't. My instinct took over. I kissed you back. Apparently, my lips and body were miles ahead of my brain. I could kiss you all night. But based upon the way both of our bodies are reacting to just a kiss, I'm thinking we aren't stopping with a kiss"

She watched his eyes light up and his delicious mouth beam. Just as he leaned back into her she whispered, "If you left now, I would have to hunt you down, cuff you and drag you back here."

He groaned again, deep from within himself and swung her up into his arms at that. "Bedroom NOW! I am not taking you this time against a freaking door."

No man ever had ever attempted to sweep her off her feet and carry her like this.. She was too tall and it seemed like such a cliché. But tonight, against his bare chest, she thought it was a lovely way to travel.

"Down that hall. I think my knees still work, I could probably walk"

"I don't plan to wait to find out", he growled into her ear.

The rest of their clothes were gone in a blur of kisses and frantic tugs. When she was finally nude stretched out on her bed, he stopped.

"My God! Look at you!" He stood at the bottom of the bed and just stared at her. Then starting at her feet and slowly working his way up, he caressed every inch of her. As he got to her thighs, they opened eager to receive his touch. He skipped that whole area and just kept going. As a matter of fact he skipped her breasts too. By the time he got to her face she was squirming with need.

"Please Wayne"

It was all he needed to hear. Stretching over her, he dipped his head and began tracing little kisses and then slow sucking ones all over her breasts. First one, and then the other. She wrapped her legs around his hips trying to pull him into her, but his had was there, doing the same slow steady caressing that had driven her to the edge before. This time he increased the pressure with each pass over that little tiny bundle of need. Finally he eased first one and then two fingers into her slick warmth. His thumb took up where the fingers left off and the combination had her squirming and mewling with need. At the sounds she was making, he lifted his head and smiled that predator's smile again.

"Go ahead; I plan to make you scream my name before the night is over" The intensity of his gaze and his magic hands sent her tumbling. He was right, she screamed his name.

"OHHH God, please Wayne, oh yes, yes, yes, YESSSSS Wayne!"

He watched her writhe with pleasure as he stoked every bit of ecstasy out of her. As she came down, his fingers slowed and soothed. When she could open her eyes, he was still watching her and waiting. His victor's grin would stay with her forever.

He took her head in both his hands as he stretched his full length over her. Kissing her again slowly and with more passion, he finally pushed himself into her. Starting with little short strokes of just his tip, he pulled back and then surged forward a bit more each time. Even as wet as she was, it took a little time for him to finally sink all the way in. The entire time his tongue mimicked what his body was doing. Grace had never been so full. He was hard hot steel over velvet. Wayne pulled back and looked at her. He was big all over apparently.

"Ok? Not too much, not hurting you?" His deep blue eyes sought reassurance. Strong, hung and sweet? Grace knew at that moment she might never let him leave her bed.

"Oh yes. Better than ok, and I have a felling it's about to improve."

Wayne swallowed that grin with another mind numbing kiss and began to move. He hit her clit Every time as he surged in and he reached places in her that she didn't know existed.

His weight held her in place as he made love to her slowly at first and with gathering speed. Even after that shattering orgasm she could feel herself responding. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck and hung on. He was unstoppable and she had never felt full. The tightness in her gathered as she felt him piston in and out of her. Suddenly, every cell in her body spasmed and opened. She was barely aware of screaming his name again, but knew he groaned hers as he emptied himself into her.

The rest of the night was a blur of lovemaking punctuated with soul stealing kisses. By the time she fell asleep, her whole body had been caressed, licked suckled and kissed.

Grace made a motion to get out of bed. She wasn't sure her legs would even support her. The muscles in the arm around weren't the only thing that had hardened. She could feel his heat against her back. Turning her head over her shoulder she allowed him to claim lips for a morning kiss.

"G'morning" She whispered back to him, a little shy after screaming last night.

"It will be. c'mere. I think it's your turn to kiss me back again"

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