Alana opened her eyes after the long kiss to find his hazel eyes locked on her. "What the hell was that for," she asked in an icy tone. "I thought you'd be happy to see me again," he said with a grin, "You couldn't keep your eyes off me once you recognized who I was." She rolled her eyes and said, "Don't flatter yourself. Now If you'll excuse me, I'm going home after working ten hours." She turned on her high heeled boots and took two steps into the pouring rain.

He grabbed a hold of her wrist with his strong hands, causing her to sharply turn back around. As her long black hair became quickly drenched in the downpour she said, "You can let go now." He shook his head as he stepped forward, putting the umbrella over her head again. "I'm not going to let you go that easily," he said, "Just hear me out Lana." She glared at him and replied in an annoyed tone, "Make it quick."

"Look I'm not here because I want a girlfriend, I just want you again." She was confused, why would this guy want her? He was an attractive professional hockey player in a sports town, and she was just some lowly bartender. Alana just didn't know why he was fascinated by her, she was nothing special, in fact she was a bitch. "You could easily have any chick you want," she said in a flat tone, "Why not go find someone else to be your distraction?" He stepped forward and pulled her close to his body while saying, "I think you need some convincing."

Kris leaned in and kissed from the nape of her neck up to her jaw. She tried to ignore the feeling of sparks between them as his free hand moved over her body. "I want you, and you want me," he whispered into her ear, "So shut up and enjoy yourself." He used her own words against her, the words she spoke to him that night. Alana shook her head and said flatly, "The answer is no." He leaned in and kissed her again, this time pulling dropping the umbrella and pulling her waist close to his. "You might act stubborn Lana, but your body is saying yes," Kris responded in a confident tone.

He was right, her body was saying yes as they stood there in the pouring rain, but her mind was screaming hell no. Normally she could just ignore a man and walk away, but for some reason she just couldn't do it this time. He kept pulling her back in more ways than she could count. He kissed her collarbone and muttered, "no strings, I swear." She was hesitant, but the sensation of his lips kissing the base of her neck made her decision for her. "Fine, One more night, but that's it," Alana replied, "Where do you want to go?" Kris grinned and said, "My car's too small, How about my place at Nevillewood?" She let out a laugh while responding, "Um, no. I'm not Nevillewood material."

"How about your place then." She paused and thought about it before saying, "Fine, we can go there, but only if you won't judge. Got it?" He nodded and began to follow her down the street as the rain picked up. She huddled under his umbrella during the three block walk and wondered what she had gotten herself into. The night she had volunteered to keep him company he was just a stranger. Now she knew his name, that he was a hockey player, and he rich. What the hell did he see in her?

As she reached her apartment off of 20th street, she walked up the crooked wood stairs to the second floor. Kris said nothing as she walked inside the tiny loft apartment. Before she had the chance to apologize for the mess he already had her up against the front door. As his lips traced her jaw line she felt that electric spark again. He placed one hand behind her wet hair while the other moved to unzip her jacket, tossing it to the side. His touch was warm and almost intoxicating. She hated that he had this power over her.

Kris pulled away and removed his shirt, jeans, and shoes -- and Alana did the same. After both of them stripped down to their underwear, they began to make out again. They exchanged more kisses on varied body parts, and he groped her body with his firm hands as they fell onto her couch bed. "Do you always keep it this cold in here," he asked while pulling the old quilt over their bodies. "The landlord hasn't turned the heat on yet," she lied while changing the subject by rolling on top of his body. She ran her ice cold hand down his chiseled chest, causing him to shiver. "But I warned you I was Icy, you didn't believe me," she joked before teasing him with her hands. As she shimmied down his body, she left a trail of kisses from his pecs all the way down to his groin.

Alana slid her mouth over the head of his penis, teasing him slowly with her tongue in a circular motion. "Mon dieu, ne vous arrêtez pas," he said slipping into his french accent. She quickly surprised him, taking her mouth and swallowing him completely without flinching. A moan of ecstasy escaped his lips as she continued to slide him in and out of her mouth. Suddenly she felt him grab a hold of her hair as he panted, "Stop, I can't hold back much longer." Alana grinned in satisfaction as she realized that she had power over his body, like he had over her. At least it went both ways.

She moved her body beside his, lying on her stomach as he seemed to try and compose himself. She licked her lips as she said, "Sorry, was I too much for you?" He took his hand and slowly ran it up her thigh to her ass as he said, "Almost." He reached over to the side table and grabbed the condom he had laid there and slid it on. "Now it's your turn." With his strong arms he lifted and repositioned her body so that she was up on all fours, before griping her hip bones. As Kris shifted his body, he plunged deep inside filing every inch of her. A gasp escaped her mouth from the initial shock, and her knees almost buckled. "Too Much?" he whispered into her ear. "Never," she responded while gripping the sheets.

His powerful, rough thrusts were sending her to the moon. It was like he somehow knew exactly how to turn her on. As her panting increased, he took one hand and reached down to rub her clit. "Oh, Kris," she said with a begging moan, "More, more." Between the stimulation of his fingers and his thrusting she could barely hold on, and all it took was one more push to get her off. She could feel herself tighten around him as she let out a loud moan that would have awoke the dead. Alana's body shook from the intense orgasm, and she fell face down into the sheets.

She had no time to recover as he flipped her limp body with ease. Alana lied on her back unable to move as he placed his lips on hers. She felt him slip inside her once again. Her nails dug into his bare back as his lips remained on hers the entire time. With each thrust she could feel herself growing tighter, and getting closer to getting off again. All she could do was grip his back, return the kisses, and let go. As her body shook again, a second later he let out a groan before collapsing on the bed. Suddenly her apartment was silent, filled only by the sound of their heavy breathing.

Alana pulled the quilt over her naked body while saying, "You can stay the night if you want, but you have to leave before the sun comes up." He didn't seem surprised by her request as he answered, "I'll leave by morning, but only if I can get your number." She looked at him and said, "I thought we agreed, no strings." He ran his fingers down from her shoulder to her hips as he said, "Lana, you can't deny that what we have right now is electric." He swiftly moved on top of her, pinning her in place as he planted kisses on her jaw.

She felt her body begin to melt at his fiery touch. It was electric, but at the same time scary for her. She had spent the last four years pushing everyone away, keeping a comfortable distance. But she couldn't deny that there were sexual sparks during their two encounters. Maybe a little companionship wouldn't hurt her, but she had to draw the line in the sand somewhere. She still had to be in control, otherwise she'd get hurt. "Ok, but there have to be rules." She felt his jaw against hers as he whispered, "Name your terms."

"First off neither of us can ever utter the 'L' word. Second, we don't pry into each others lives. And finally, we keep this a secret," Alana said, "And if the rules are broken, It's over." Kris rolled off his body and reached down to grab his phone, "That sounds fair. What's your cell number?" She sat there for a minute and awkwardly answered, "I don't have one, I just have a land line that I don't answer." He looked at her surprised as he asked, "Well how do I get in contact with you?"

Alana ran her fingers through his hair and said, "You know where to find me now; at the bar and here. I prefer spontaneity anyway." He rolled off to the side and replied, "Ok Lana, I'll find you, but I'll leave my number in case you want to call me." She flipped to her side, tucking her arm under her pillow as she said, "Whatever, Now let me get some sleep." It felt bizarre having someone sleeping beside her on the old pull out bed, but at least she knew he would be gone by morning. Alana closed her eyes and tried to ignore the mixed feelings in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.