His hands covered hers, attempting to loosen her grasp on the bowl. The touch was electric and their eyes met, it was only a second before his lips found hers, but it felt like an eternity.

The bowl slipped from her fingertips and Pacey brushed it aside, it fell to the floor with a clang, splattering dough across the flour strewn linolium. He moved between her legs, and her hand crept around her neck, pulling his lips forcibly against hers.

A shiver of pure desire moved through her body, and she let out a pleased sigh against his lips. His tongue swept over her lips, and she opened to him, her tongue meeting his. It had been so long since she'd been overcome by desire, it felt completely new to her. Except, it felt so familar, from the caress of his tongue to the husky rasp of his breath to the dizzying scent that eminated from him.

He ravished her mouth, drinking in the sweet taste of her. How long had it been since a woman spurred such urgency in him? Of their own accord, his hands crept up her side, cupping the full mound of her breast in his palm. He smiled against her lips as she whimpered at his touch. Her fingers tightened around the back of his neck as he brushed a thumb over her nipple, he'd never found another woman as responsive as Joey Potter.

God, he tastes good, Joey thought, sinfully good. She forced her lips away from his, on a mission to taste the skin of his neck. She found the pulse in his neck and swept her tongue over it and a shudder wracked his body. It was just like yesterday.

His hands moved down her body, cupping her ass in his hands he pulled her closer to his body, fitting her against the hard ridge encased in his jeans. She let out a soft moan and rolled her hips against him as her entire body throbbed in time with his.

He nipped softly at the skin of her neck, groaning as she clawed at his shirt. "Please..." she breathed. He was so hot, so close. So very, very male.

He leaned over her, and she lay back across the flour coated table. Not caring in the least as she knocked over the bag of sugar, the granules spilling to the floor. Impatiently, he threaded his hands through her hair, pulling her moist, swollen lips back to his.

They shared kiss after scorching kiss, their hands sliding over hot flesh as they stole the clothes off one another. The heat in the kitchen rose to a fever pitch as warm lips met again, and slick skin met in the sweetest friction.

Her bare breasts were crushed against his hard chest as they kissed, their breathing harsh in the dim light of the kitchen. She was mindless of their location, of her wanton behavior, she only wanted him. She'd only ever wanted him. She moaned loudly as his fingers slid over the wet heat of her. He was the only thing that mattered to her that moment, Pacey and the blazing heat he stroked in her.

"N-now, Pace, please." She arched her hips at the same time she pulled at his shoulders, urging him closer to her. He wasn't close enough. He could never be close enough.

He braced his arms on the table, just over her shoulders as he slid between her legs. She arched her hips, taking him deep inside the silken warmth of her body with a gasp. He brushed his lips over hers before withdrawing and sliding deeper inside her welcoming heat. With each thrust his lips met hers, his deep moan chorused with her breathy gasps of pleasure.

They were both mindless of anything but the pleasure of losing themselves in one another. He was hot and healthy and so deep inside, the still of his length hitting just the right spot inside of her to bring tears of hot pleasure to her eyes. "God," she gasped, arching her hips, "Please.....so....so close..."

Pacey increased the rhythm of his thrusts, intent on driving her over the edge, just as he always had. "Jo..." He groaned as she tightened around him.

"Pacey, Pacey, Pacey," She chanted his name under her breath as he surged within her and the feverish pressure building within her crashed over the edge.

Her hot release coated him, sending him shooting over the precipice, flooding her depths with his seed. He kissed her deeply as she continued to shake beneath him. He kissed the tears that escaped her tightly closed eye lids. He'd forgotten how she cried when she came. How could he have forgotten?

Slowly, her eyes opened and she was confronted with the oceanic blue of his eyes. It dawned on her that she'd just had sex on the Witter family kitchen table amid cookie dough and flour. She brushed away a streak of the white powder from his jaw.

"See, now was that so bad?" He asked, pulling back and helping her off the table.

She paused to admire the glint of afternoon light on his moist skin. "No, not so bad," she agreed, blushing as she turned away to gather her clothes.

"You know...I think I'm going to go take a shower."

She nodded, glancing around the room at the mess they made. Someone would have to clean it up, she glanced at Pacey again. His pants hung low on his hips, revealing the seductive indentation of his hipbones. She flushed at the memory of him hard and filling inside her. "Um..." she gave in to her desire for him, she had the rest of her life to regret sleeping with him again. She was being given a weekend to build a lifetime of memories. "Do you want company?"

Pacey grinned at her and held out his hand. "Always."