I want to thank HerSpark for helping me with these next few chapters, and Barkateer1Fan for the encouragement.
Chapter Two – Two months after the Tonys
The sunlight warming her skin drew Karen out of her slumber. She didn't want to open her eyes just yet though, one too many glasses of wine the night before had left an ache behind her temples, and opening her eyes now to face the day was sure to have her head pounding. She turned over slowly to protect her delicate head from the direct light she could feel spreading into her room. She cracked her eyes open a little, only to have them shoot wide open and her body leap back towards the edge of the bed in shock.
This was definitely not her room.
The still body next to her in a bed that was not her own began to stir. Memories of the night before flooded the forefront of her mind. But what had started as a scare burnt down to recognition inside of her and a soft smile graced her face. She was pulling together the events of the night previous and felt herself sinking back into the cozy mattress below in the joy.
The figure next to her groaned and turned towards her, a strong arm wrapped itself around her middle pulling her in close.
"Morning darling," the husky British voice tickled her neck as the man next to her laced kisses across her shoulder and down to her collar bone.
"Morning," she whispered back, still a bit it awe of where she'd woken up and more importantly who she'd woken up with. She needed to speak, she needed to say something to stop his movements. But she really wanted to let him continue, if he was planning another round of what they'd shared last night, she definitely wanted more.
But Karen was beginning to panic. They'd never done this before, and they shouldn't. She was taken, sort of.
"Derek, stop," she protested trying to make her voice sound fierce but the words came out breathy and delicate. His hands roaming to places she definitely wanted them.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" the British director asked, with a chuckle in his voice. He could feel her body responding to him, moving into him with want. She wasn't responding to her own words either.
His touch felt so good, she never wanted his movements to stop. But the nagging in the back of her mind wouldn't cease. "Shit," she pulled away from him and he seemed surprised. "We can't, you can't do that and expect me to think straight." Karen accused, pulling the loose cream bed sheet tightly around her body. "Derek, last night was…"
"Mindblowing," he supplied for her when she hesitated.
"Even if you do say so yourself," Karen scoffed at his self-assuredness and stood from the bed. "It was ridiculous, amazing, thrilling…mind-blowing, all of the above. But a mistake."
Karen was scrambling to find her underwear and dress to slip on, God knows where her shoes and hand bag were in Derek grand, beautiful apartment. Karen vaguely remembered a scene they'd shared on the large black couch in his longue. It had involved Karen wearing nothing much but her tall black stilettos and lacey panties.
She sighed at the thoughts and turned to face Derek who had swung his legs over the edge of the bed after she'd made her hasty retreat.
"Karen, don't do this," Derek started, he'd lost his head last night when this stunning, brunette had kissed him so timidly. She'd been brave and wanting and he'd wanted her from the moment he'd first laid eyes on her nearly three years previously. And she'd kissed him last night and that was it, they were enraptured with each other. He should have known in the harsh light of morning she'd come to her senses.
"I have to go, " she made to leave the bedroom in search of her clothes that had left a trail from the front door to the bedroom but Derek caught her wrist in his large hand. She stopped, but wouldn't look him in the eye. "We need to talk about this I know. But its complicated," she said quietly to him finally looking him in the eye. "We'll talk Derek I promise but I have to go."
"We'll talk," he agreed, but he wasn't ready to watch he run away from him yet. He pulled her body to his and kissed her heavily and deeply. She folded into him and let him taste her mouth with his tongue. He moaned into her mouth, remember exactly where these kind of action had lead them the previous night.
"I need to go," Karen finally pulled away with one last soft peck on his lips. Then she flew from the room.
It had been two months since Derek had last seen Karen, two months since he'd found out about Ivy and their baby and told an entire room of theatre royalty that he loved the blond woman, even though he wasn't sure he did. Two months since Karen had told him they needed space, to move on with their perspective partners and get over all the drama that had happened.
Then out of the blue she'd called. And he'd felt that familiar flush of heat through his skin at the mere sound of her voice. She asked him to meet for a drink, to talk business she'd said. Well they'd done that. And then they'd done this.
God they were in a fine mess.
But he wouldn't have changed a moment. Derek had always known there was just something about Karen Cartwright, her entire being sung out to him and he struggled to resist. But he was with Ivy, they were expecting a child.
He's really fucked things up this time.
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Would like to know what you all think abut this at the moment.
It is going to be continued just been flat out with my friends wedding (She is getting married in two weeks.)
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