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Quick and Dirty

Kate's eyes widened as she felt the fingers close around her throat. Adrenaline flooding her system, she gripped the large wrist and prepared to break the hold. She was cut off as her assailant gripped tighter, using his height to lift, her toes only just brushing the dirty floor of the car park. Before she could struggle any further, she heard him, his voice thick with menace as he growled into her ear, his lips just brushing her skin

"You don't want to do that, now do you?" Goosebumps chased their way across her skin as something deep inside her tightened at his tone. She knew that voice, although she'd never heard it with quite that much... intent. The fingers eased slightly, and the detective found herself spun around and slammed up against the cold concrete of the wall, her face almost level with Castle's. Arousal, hot and heady shot through her as she drank in the sight of her partner: Tight black tee shirt, the brown leather jacket she loved on him, and a pair of nondescript, faded denims. Three days worth of stubble covering his jaw, fresh off the plane from a book signing on the west coast, he practically oozed testosterone as he held her pinned easily, his eyes raking down the length of her body with a predatory air. With no warning, he closed the distance between them, kissing her hard and fast. His tongue spearing between her lips, he ravaged her mouth thoroughly, nipping at her lip as his fingers loosened, letting her slide slowly down the wall but still unable to move. Tilting her head to one side firmly, he broke off the kiss, his lips blazing a heated trail down the side of her neck. His free hand rising, Castle had her top three buttons undone before she realised what his intent was. Sliding his hand inside her shirt, he cupped her breast through the thin lace of her bra, fingers deftly skirting the material, grazing over the soft flesh. The sharp sting of his teeth at the base of her neck drew her attention next as he bit down, hard. Sucking, tongue laving over the flesh between his teeth, he marked her, the feral growl vibrating in his throat stealing her breath as fast as his kiss had done.

Releasing her neck, he wove his fingers into her hair and gripped tightly, dragging her head further to one side. Licking the faint sheen of sweat from her collarbone, he worked his way down, pushing the edge of her shirt aside with the tip of his nose. Slipping his hand free of the confines of her shirt, Rick quickly undid the remainder of her buttons, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. Pulling back, he watched the desire flare in the usually restrained detective. Her breasts heaving with her raspy breath, she panted as she stood there, his fist still in her hair, her lips parted, pupils dilated. Not seeing anything to dissuade him, the writer roughly palmed her breast again, this time sliding the tip of his fingers under the wire and lifting. Freed from the confines of the bra, her breast filled his palm, the nipple already taut. Cupping her, her ran the pad of his thumb around the inner swell, before dragging his fingers towards the nipple. Gripping tight, he rolled the flesh between thumb and forefinger. Hungrily, he looked on as Kate bit back a gasp, fighting the noises he was pulling from her. Grinning wickedly, he tugged on the skin in his hand, pulling her away from the concrete before sealing his lips against hers once more. Moaning, she gave up any pretence of restraint, her arms winding around him as she lost herself in the kiss. Letting go of her breast, Rick slid his palm down her stomach, undoing the top button of her pants with a practiced flick of his fingers. Slipping his hand down the front of her panties, he found her drenched already. Without warning, he swiped his fingers through her wetness once, then buried two fingers inside, relishing the way she clamped down around him instantly. A startled groan ripped it's way free of her throat, her head rocking back and smacking into the wall behind her. The sudden intrusion caught her by surprise, the feeling of his fingers so deep inside without any other foreplay sparking a fresh wave of desire flooding through her.

"Fuck, Rick!" She cursed, her eyes sliding open, her breath hoarse as she tried to glare at him. Totally unrepentant, the writer simply grinned at her and pulled his fingers almost free, her juices already running down the back of his hand. Driving them into her again, he thrust them into her as far as he could, then pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit firmly. Rocking it from side to side, he coated it in her juices, the friction just right as he worked his fingers rapidly into her core. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, Kate looked at him, fighting to keep her concentration.