An outtake from my story, Not Just Yet, but Almost. Takes place just before Chapter 17. A Small Escape from Reality

It was late when she came back, he didn't remember giving her his hotel room key, but he must have. He'd ordered room service not long after she went downstairs to meet Russo, watched a little television, but the emotions of the day combined with his inability to deal with time zone changes had put him to bed early. He only stirred later when he heard the click of the door opening and having never slept soundly in a hotel bed, it woke him.

"Hey," she said, tossing the key on the dresser. And smiling sweetly at him. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asked, pulling off her jacket and hanging it up in the closet.

"Yeah, but I'm glad you did. What took so long?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to know.

"Oh everyone crashed in. Lauren and Kaylie showed up and then Austin and Emily were down and we all just sat around talking," she said with a smile.

His eyes followed the path of her hands as she pulled her hair from its ponytail. She shook her hair out and smiled at him. "I'm glad you had fun," he said, moving out from under the covers and standing up. She took a few steps forward.

"It was alright," she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder lightly, trailing her fingertips down his arm and then across his chest, lightly scraping her fingernails over his already hardened nipples. "But the entire time, all I could think about, was coming back up here to you." Her hand traveled lower, running through the fair hair on his chest stopping just above his navel.

He stopped her with his own hand, encircling her wrist and then pulling her closer up against his chest. "Well, you're here," he said, looking into her eyes, trying to read her intentions.

"And what on Earth will you do with me?" she asked, a saucy grin he'd only see appear a few times playing across her lips.

He laughed, "Oh I have a few ideas," he said, but the last word barely made it out before he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss quickly deepened as their tongues searched each other out, dancing together. Her hands came up and ran through his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp. He loved the feeling of her hands in his hair.

He wrapped his arms around her body fully, as he backed her up towards the dresser. They crashing into it, forcing it back against the wall with a thud. Sasha let his hands explore lower, meeting at the small of her back and then shifting downward to her ass. Christ, she's got an incredible bum. He gave her a small squeeze and then easily lifted her up to sit upon the dresser, equalizing their heights.

Her legs encircled his waist, pulling him closer as his hands ran down her body. They broke free from their seemingly endless stream of kisses. Her hands left their exploration of his torso for a moment, as she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it behind him. He stood back for a moment to admire her. She was wearing a black lace bra, something he'd never imagined her in, but oddly suited her. She shook her head, sending her blonde hair cascading back over her shoulders, revealing more of her creamy skin to him. He sucked in a breath absolutely in awe of her. "Gorgeous," he mumbled as he stepped forward again to kiss her lips quickly then create a trail of kisses down her neck, hesitating for a moment at the spot he knew she loved. Her answering sigh of pleasure made him smile against her skin before continuing towards his goal. He kissed the pendant that sat in the hollow of her throat, and then moved down towards her breasts.

"Sasha," she breathed. He stopped and looked up into her eyes. She sat up and reached behind her back, releasing the clasp, the soft black material slipped forward. He slipped his hands under each strap, sliding them down her arms and pulling it away from her body.

His mouth descended almost immediately, latching on to one breast, the other weighed in his hand, his thumb brushing over her neglected nipple. He released her for a moment, blowing a breath of cool air out. She inhaled sharply at the sensation and he repeated it quickly on her other breast. Then he took a chance. Moving down from her breasts, he trailed his mouth slowly down the center of abdomen, pausing to swirl his tongue around her belly button. He saw the muscles formed from hours in the gym flex and twitch at the contact. He looked up to see her staring down at him. Your move, love.

She seemed to understand and her hands came up to unbutton her jeans. He needed no further encouragement, reaching up to unzipper the fly. She pushed up onto her hands and he slipped the denim off her hips and down her legs. Tossing her jeans aside, he stood and pressed a kiss to her lips and then looked down between them to see the soft black lace, the final barrier between them. He kissed her again, "Wrap your legs around me, Pay," he said, against her lips. His hands slid underneath her and lifted her off the dresser. He carried her quickly to the bed and laid her down, hovering above her, bracing himself on his elbows. Suddenly, he felt her legs tighten around his waist and he found himself on his back, staring up at her in awe. She smiled at him wickedly, grinding herself down upon him, the only thing separating them were her panties and his boxer-briefs which had become much tighter over the last few minutes.

Sasha threw his head back, "Payson," he said, grasping for her hips, holding her firmly in place, savoring the friction between their bodies. She leaned down and kissed him then, a soft caress that belied the intimate contact of their lower bodies. He rolled them over, exploring her with his hands now, moving over her breasts and then over her stomach, tracing over the laced edge of the panties, before moving down lower between her legs, the material already damp. Their eyes met, his seeking and hers granting permission. He hooked his thumbs into the sides and slowly pulled them down her legs, then beginning at her ankle, he placed soft kisses up her leg, to her calf, behind her knee, to the inside of her thigh which quivered at the contact. Suddenly her hand was in his hair, pulling him closer to her. He looked up and her head was thrown back, anticipating his next move, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her breasts swaying with each breath she took. Sasha had never seen anything quite as arousing as the site before him. Finally he descended his mouth tracing over her carefully, then with more authority as she began to make the sexiest sounds he ever heard from the back of her throat. With each stroke of his tongue, her pitch increased until, as he felt her thighs shuddering, she cried out and then gasped, "Sasha!" He lifted his head, watching her ride out the waves of pleasure before he stood and stripped off the last barrier between them, his boxer-briefs.

He saw her eyes open, taking him in fully. She smiled and beckoned him toward her with a finger. He moved towards her, bracing a knee against the bed. She reached down between their bodies, touching him tentatively at first, but then with more confidence. He kissed her, trying to communicate to her just how he felt in this moment. He took her hand in his and they came together, slowly. Sasha felt the lush heat surround him as he moved within her. Their bodies surged together, her legs locking around his waist as she arched her body to meet each of his powerful thrusts. She pulled his head down and whispered, "Harder, I won't break." Her raked her nails down his back from the bottom of his neck to his tailbone, causing him to rear up as pleasure mixed with a delicious pain. He could feel his arms begin to shake as he approached his peak, dropping down to his elbows, her breasts flattened by his chest. He felt her tense beneath him and then her body clench around him as she screamed his name again, he let go, shuddering through his own release, kissing her tenderly, brushing a lock of sweaty blonde hair away from her forehead.

Their eyes met and she smiled, her hand stroking his cheek lightly, "I love you."

Sasha's eyes flew open, his heart pounding in his chest like he'd just run a marathon. His entire body was dripping with sweat. He sucked in a breath and then let it out slowly. Just a dream, Beloff, just a dream. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, before throwing the blankets off his overheated body. But what a dream it was.