AN:Thanks for the reviews! After many days of being computerless-Finally! Here comes the second, very romantic, very steamy part of this little story. Sorry for the long wait—I hope it's worth it! ;)...Love, Kricket

Chapter 2

Warning: Strong sexual content ahead

Moments later, Penelope found herself following Derek up the staircase and down the hallway to his bedroom. She was holding his hand, as if they were taking Clooney on a walk in the park, except this was far from something so ordinary. Strangely, it felt the exact same as it did on those mundane trips. Her hand was tingling, her heart was singing, and she couldn't stop smiling. Nothing was different, yet everything was the same simultaneously.

"Here we are," he said, stepping through the doorway of his bedroom.

She'd been in there before; she'd talked to him, perched on his bed, while he'd folded his laundry. He'd been very meticulous, which surprised her. Cold water wash first, then colors, then the hot water items, all in order, pristine and clean. He always did laundry on Saturday mornings, with the room flooded by bright sunlight.

This time, his room took on a different ambiance. It was dark, lowly lit, and seductive, like the man himself. His bed was slightly rumpled, which showed he'd been sleeping in it and hadn't had time to make it, and there were a few items of clothes strewn on the floor. Usually the room was orderly when she came over. That made her smile; he obviously tidied things up for her when he knew she was coming over.

Without hesitation, she released his hand and then leaped up into her usual spot to sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed. She grinned at him and patted the comforter. "Come join me."

Derek arched a brow at her. "Do you think that's appropriate?"

Penelope rolled her eyes. "Sweet Cheeks. We've come this far. I think we can say this is appropriate."

"I disagree."

Penelope frowned. Did he mean he didn't want to go any further with her? Because that wouldn't do. Heavens, no. Nope. Nuh-uh.

"Derek, what..." she began, but then silenced herself when he pulled his shirt over his head. God, he was beautiful. One hundred percent sculpted, gorgeous, virile male. Bulging biceps, toned pecs, an eight-pack, at least. He was so delicious that he looked positively edible.

"I don't think it's appropriate to climb into my bed with clothes on," he said, working the button on his pants and unzipping them. A second later, they dropped to the ground, leaving him in his dark boxer briefs that molded around a package she wanted to unwrap more than any present she'd ever gotten for Christmas.

As she watched him, she noticed the moisture building between her legs, wetting her panties. Instinctively, she licked her lips and then shook her head. "No. It's not."

Derek kicked his pants free and slid his underwear off, bending and showing his back, the tattoos dark and gray against his mocha skin. When he stood back up, her gaze centered directly at his groin. She couldn't help it; it literally demanded her attention. Long and proud, his cock was standing straight out from his body.

"I think it's very inappropriate that you are dressed." He shifted his weight to kick away the fabric from his briefs, and his thick rod gave the slightest bob of agreement to what he was saying. He narrowed his eyes just the slighted bit, focusing on her and holding her still. "Get on your knees, angel, and strip."

A huge zing of electricity jolted though her body, centering in her pussy. She moved to her knees with catlike grace and smiled as she began to unbutton her blouse. "A little bit of Dom in you, Derek?"

"Just a touch," he answered, and the tone belied that he wasn't quite telling the truth.

"Alpha male," she teased with a sigh, continuing the endless buttons with her nerveless fingers. "Big surprise."

"You got it." He chuckled, a low, deep laugh that sent shivers down her spine. A feral gleam, one she hadn't seen before in the ten years she'd known him, flashed in his eyes. "Does that scare you, Baby Girl?"

Scare her? Was he kidding? She was more turned on than she'd ever been before. And more than that...this was Derek, her best friend, the man she'd always loved more than herself. She trusted him with everything—body and soul.

"With you?" she asked, finishing the last button and then pushing her shirt off her shoulders. "Never."

Derek stared at her, at her breasts, covered in her lacy bra. His nostrils were flared and his eyes darkened, a tell-tale sign, just as obvious as his erection, of how much he wanted her. He was staring at her like he wanted to devour her, consume her whole, make her his.

That sounded positively lovely to her.

"Off," he said, pointing at her bra, flicking his fingers in a gesture like he was pushing down her straps over her shoulders. "Show me those pretty pink nipples."

Normally, Penelope liked to play games, but tonight, she was downright eager to give him what he wanted. It was what she wanted, too. Why hesitate?

Penelope's fingers were itching with excitement. Derek had never made any secret about how much he liked her breasts, even when they were "just friends," so she was really looking forward to this. She didn't have the perkiest breasts—she wasn't in her twenties anymore—but she knew she had gorgeous tits. There was no doubting that. They were big, a creamy smooth ivory color, and they still sat high on her chest, thanks to many very good bras over the years. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and then tugged the cups away, letting her heavy breasts swing free.

One look at his face, and she knew she didn't disappoint.

"Damn, girl," Derek growled as he watched Penelope shed her bra. God in heaven, he'd been waiting years to see her breasts, and damn...it took everything in him not to rush the bed and jump her. She was so stunning, kneeling in bed—in his bed—with her big eyes, tumbled blonde curls, and plump raspberry nipples pouting for his touch. A mix of naughty and sweet angel—and all for him.

"Damn..." he muttered again, more for himself than for her. He was knocked stupid, nearly breathless with how badly he wanted her. He wondered if she had any idea what she did to him.

One look at her face, the slight smirk of sexual pride curving her full lips... Hell, yeah. She knew.

"Okay, sweet thing," he gruffly said, his voice and his prick thicker with want. "Off with the skirt and tights."

Penelope kept her eyes glued to his, eager for more and just as lustful as he was, and unzipped her skirt. She eased it down over her hips, blushing just a bit because it stuck over a bountiful curve. She looked so soft, so ripe and perfect. He wanted to touch her so badly that he ached with it. She slid the tights down, rolling them until they met the skirt in a binding restriction around her knees.

All that was left that she was wearing were pretty pink lace panties. He could see the curls of dark hair covering her puffy mound, the slightest darkening where her pussy lips split. His erection leaped, giving a pulse of readiness, and he clenched his fists at his side in an attempt to calm himself down.

It didn't work.

In a rush of movement, Derek stepped toward her, one of his hands under her bottom, the other behind her neck, drawing her to meet him. He covered her mouth with his in a greedy kiss full of passion and desire. He couldn't control himself, and he didn't want to. He wanted to consume her, taste her everywhere, and bury himself in her for the next decade they had together to make up for the last one they were apart.

And what did Penelope do? She looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, opening her mouth to every plunge of his tongue and meeting every devouring stroke he had to give her. Their tongues danced and mated, each silky slide causing frissons of arousal to pulse through his entire being. She met him, filled the emptiness he sometimes felt, and made him whole. There was no doubting. This was his soul mate. His perfect match.

Derek slid his hands down her body, which was trembling under his touch, as he continued to drink from her, deeper and more possessively. He edged his fingers under the lace band of her panties and then felt nothing. Jesus. The woman was wearing a thong. She was trying to kill him, in the best possible way.

For a minute, an unwanted wash of jealousy rolled over him. She'd been out with Sam when she'd worn those. He brushed the thought away; there'd never be another man to see her in those after tonight. She was his now, his Baby Girl, in every way possible.

Gripping the pink lace in one hand, he tugged and ripped the fabric from her luscious body. She stiffened and gasped and then went back to kissing him like he was her lifeline, the only port in a sensual storm. He knew how she felt and gave her everything he had to give. He moved his hand, squeezing his fingers between her skirt and tights-bound legs, feeling the copious amounts of wetness coating her upper thighs and wispy-covered mound.

"You're soaking wet, Baby Girl," he purred. He loved that she was so wet for him, wet and ready and wanting.

"Oh, God, please, Derek," she moaned, moving her hips toward his hand in instinctual need. "I need you. I need you."

"Hold on, baby," he murmured, laying her down on the bed and then tugging the skirt and tights down her legs.

Penelope's whole body was taut and ready for him. She wanted that completion, to join with him, to be with him. Normally, penetration was not the best part of sex for her. She had orgasms and then the thrusting came after with some pleasure. With Derek, her body ached for it. She felt empty, like a part of her was missing, and only he could fill it.

But he was taking his sweet time, damn it. He was looking at her, lying naked in front of him, like he was anticipating and savoring a gourmet meal. That prickling feeling in her skin rose again, and she wriggled on his comforter, trying to get some relief.

Derek moved over her and joined his mouth with hers while he cupped her breast in his hand. He had huge hands, her Hot Stuff, with long fingers and palms. Her breast fit his hand perfectly, with just the slightest bit of over-abundance. It felt good against her skin, soothing and warm.

He began to kiss the side of her neck, and as her eyes closed, he began a rhythmic tug on her hard little nipple, a stroke that sent a surprising zing of feeling to her pussy and then back to her breast. She gasped with the shock of it, and he chuckled darkly against her neck.

"Hot Stuff...don't tease," she said as she wiggled underneath him, trying to get more feeling.

"Why, angel?" he asked, looking up at her as he paused over her chest. "Would that be inappropriate?"

"Yes," she replied with a pout.

"Okay." Derek's eyes were twinkling. "Tell me, baby...is this inappropriate?"

Derek drew the peak of her breast into his scalding hot mouth, and the wind rushed out of Penelope. If the tugs by his fingers caused zings of feeling, this was a pure electrical storm. She reached for his head and held it against her, trying to make him continue his ministrations, but he simply moved to the next breast and repeated the delicious torture.

He released her nipple with a pop. "Is that inappropriate?"

"N-No," she answered weakly, her body on fire with anticipation and want and her pussy clenching with the need to be filled.

"It isn't, huh?" he answered, placing a kiss on her abdomen, right by her navel, and then dipping his tongue inside for a quick taste that made her shiver. "How about that?"

"No." He was killing her by degrees—slow, sensual degrees.

"How about this, sweetness?" he asked, looking up at her with dark eyes, holding her gaze, as his chin brushed the curls of her mound. He parted the lips of her sex with his thumbs and inhaled. A satisfied look crossed his face, one that told her he was really going to enjoy what he was about to do.

Wow. Not many men...She didn't know if she was ready for...Oh, my...

She licked her dry lips and then drew in a deep breath as he moved lower. "I...um..."

"Come on, Baby Girl. Tell me." He blew slightly on her damp flesh and then licked the side of her thigh, his long tongue making a sweeping pass at her skin."Would it be inappropriate if I eat your pussy?"

She could feel heat flushing her face as she gasped at the words, so dirty and titillating at the same time. "Derek, I...Oh, shit!"

All rational thought left as Derek buried his tongue in a perfect stroke through her folds, lapping against her clit. She screamed and shuddered as he gripped her hips in his hands and drank from her again, teasing and taunting her flesh. Each flick of his tongue was like a lash, causing her to cry out in pleasure-pain.

Penelope dug her heels into the mattress and lifted up, pressing her hips against his mouth, any shame or embarrassment long gone. Derek continued feasting on her, swirling, flicking, circling, teasing her into utter submission.

"Oh, God...Oh, God..." she chanted as she panted, the need to orgasm brewed inside her. She gripped the comforter with her hands, holding tight so that she didn't float away.

Derek held her up, drew her hips closer to his mouth while he pressed two fingers deep inside her. Penelope came with a cry, as a nearly overwhelming rush of sensation flooded her. She closed her eyes, shuddering and flying, and let the pleasure sweep her away.

When she came down from her high, Derek was positioned over her, giving her gentle kisses, soft yet strong. "Are you ready, Penelope?"

She could feel the heavy weight of his erection, hard and hot, against her thigh. Although she was exhausted from the rush of her orgasm, she began to feel her body warming, the anticipation of their joining growing.

Penelope drew Derek down for a kiss and looped her legs around him, welcoming the beginning slide of his penetration. She could feel him moving in, inch by inch.

"So fucking tight..." he growled as he continued to thrust, moving his way into her wetness.

Finally, he entered her fully, her hip bones touching his, as they held together, joined as one. "Derek?"

The look of pure bliss mixed with pure hell was nearly comical on his gorgeous face, a man fighting a losing battle with his control. "What, sweetheart?"

She smiled at him. "This feels very appropriate."

Derek grinned down at her, and she matched him with the pure joy she was feeling. He gave her a swift kiss, and then he began to move.

Penelope could feel every inch of his erection as he thrust in her sensitive channel, each movement filling her over and over again with raw and pure feeling. She arched her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. Her body was tightening, and she knew another mind-blowing orgasm was in line for her.

"Fuck, yeah," Derek cried out, his strokes harder and stronger, sending Penelope over the edge.

She held onto his shuddering body as she fought for purchase on the overwhelming edge of bliss, staying with him as he came deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, smothering her with his welcoming weight. She didn't mind—no woman would turn down a Derek Morgan blanket!

"I love you, Baby Girl," he whispered near her ear, still panting from exertion. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Hot Stuff," she answered just as breathlessly.

Penelope ran her hands over his sweaty back, feeling the long, lean muscles there, so satisfied and so happy. She didn't think she could be any happier. A second later, a thought crossed her mind that made her giggle.

He looked down at her, smirking. It was contagious when either of them laughed, the next moment the other laughed with them. "What's so funny?"

"I can't believe I waited almost ten years for this," she said, shaking her head.

Derek chuckled, too as he rolled to his side, holding her with him. "I think we can agree. Us waiting this long...that's what's inappropriate."

As Penelope nodded, he kissed the tip of her nose. A moment later, Derek yawned, but she didn't begrudge him for it. He'd worked hard to make her that deliriously happy. She'd been so out of it, she couldn't remember a single mother code.

As he settled down to sleep, Penelope snuggled against his chest, feeling warm and safe and loved—like she always did when he held her.

And there was nothing inappropriate about that.