"Is there anything else I can do for you, Chief Shepherd?" I say saucily.
"Let me see if I can come up with a list of things," he whispers before he begins trailing kisses down my neck. I arch my neck to allow him better access. When he reaches my pulse point he begins to suck on the spot. I start feel lightheaded, my body is alight with the feelings I have for this man.
"Oh," I say breathlessly, "Chief Shepherd." I can feel him smile against my neck. I run my hands through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and lead his wandering lips back to mine.
"Mmm," Derek says, pulling away. He buries his nose in my hair and takes a whiff.
"Did you just smell my hair?" I ask, laughing.
"I did," he says, "smells good." He nibbles on my ear lightly before kissing me again.
"You taste good to," he adds. He traces my lower lip with his tongue and I open my mouth, allowing him entrance. Our tongues battle for dominance. I relent, knowing I'll get my turn. His tongue explores my mouth as his hands find the hem of my scrub top. His hands creep up the bare skin of my stomach inch by tantalizing inch and I sigh.
"Ssh," he says pulling away, gazing down at me, "no one can know." I laugh softly. He leans down again, but I dodge his kiss, taking my turn to kiss his neck.
"I want this off," I say, tugging at his scrub top. He removes his hands from my waist and peals his shirt off slowly. I enjoy the show with a small smirk on my face.
He steps closer to me and cups my face in his hands, bringing his face closer to mine. His lips are so close that they brush mine as he whispers:
"Your turn."
"To take my shirt off?" he gives me a wicked grin.
"Yes." I start to remove my shirt but swats my hands away lightly. I look at him curiously.
"Allow me," he says. I lift my arms over my head so he can take it off. He throws it off to the side and begins kissing down my chest.
"You're still wearing far to many clothes," he mutters.
"I could say the same for you." He lifts his head to look up at my. His hands rubbing up and down my thighs.
"We should do something about that," he says in a low voice.
"We should," I say, giving him an impish grin.
"What brought that one?" He asks amused after we are both dressed and satisfied.
"Do I have to have a reason to have sex with my husband?" I ask.
"Meredith," he says.
"Fine," I relent, "I was jealous of that stupid intern."
"What intern?"
"April or whatever."
"Kepner? April isn't an intern." I roll my eyes.
"You act like that – you're an intern," I huff. Derek laughs before placing a kiss on my forehead.
"I didn't even notice," he admits, "I only have eyes for one woman."
"That woman better be me," I say poking him in the chest. He looks at me, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Only you," he agrees.