Chapter 3
AN: Ooh! I am late! Please forgive me...It's my birthday, and I've been running since my big sister came over and woke me for breakfast...At 8 am...it's SATURDAY! Helloooo? So, again, my apologies...and will be posting both of todays chapters asap!...Gonna take me longer to answer reviews, sorry about that!...Now, on with the treat...
Penelope made her way out onto the balcony of the pub. It was a chilly night; she was getting a little cold. She was sweaty from being around the throng of people, and the deep cut neckline of the catsuit, along with the bustier underneath that pushed her breasts over the top, made her feel exposed. She should've gone without the bustier. Her boobs were up by her chin.
There was only one other couple out there; she felt she was safe to adjust. She turned away from them to tug the top up a little for some more coverage. It was an effort in vain; the top slipped down to where it started anyway.
She wrapped her arms around herself to stay warm and waited for Derek to come out.
"I was wondering if you were going to stand me up," he said, emerging from the shadow in the corner. Their drinks he had ordered were on a small table decorated with a low burning candle in a pumpkin. There were two wicker chairs cozied up next to each other, making the intimate scene perfect.
"Oh! I didn't notice you there," she said. He could be quiet as a mouse...or loud as an elephant. She'd seen him both ways over the years of their friendship.
He came close to her and reached for her hands, tugging her into his embrace. He still felt furnace warm and smelled so good: spicy, a touch of something earthy and clean male. She laid her head on his chest, like she had so many times before, and took a deep breath.
For a moment, she was transported back to her office, where he'd held her and comforted her. It felt so good, so familiar.
She immediately raised her head, trying to calm her panic. She couldn't take that risk. If it felt familiar to her, maybe it did to him, too.
"Feeling better?" he murmured, his voice low. His eyes were glittering, nearly onyx in the dark, catching only the faintest glints of moon and candlelight.
She nodded as she looked away from his intense stare. "Much. Thank you."
He was rubbing her low back again, dipping his hands down teasingly to the pleather covering her ass, then back up to her low back. It felt so good, she closed her eyes, and enjoyed the stroking.
"I take it this kitty loves being petted," he murmured with a low chuckle, taking a step even closer, so that the high mounds of her breasts were pressed against his chest.
She felt herself flushing again, her breath coming faster, as the tender skin of the tops of her breasts touched the silk of his shirt. She could feel her nipples tightening as a rush of sensation washed over her. She couldn't speak, she could only nod her agreement.
"Shhh...easy," he said, gentling her like he would a frightened kitten. "Just enjoy the chemistry, sweetheart...This doesn't happen with just anyone."
She gasped and almost stepped away, but his hands held her in place, in silent encouragement. She looked in his eyes again, so dark and hypnotic, as his velvety voice began to speak again.
"Do you know what I want?" he purred as he opened his legs, urging her a little closer until she stood in between them, her belly lined up with hips. "I want to pet you...feel you with nothing covering you..."
He was making good on what he was saying. He was touching the bare skin of her collarbones with his long fingertips, trailing them up the side of her neck, looking at her with such hunger, she thought he should be wearing the vampire costume. He leaned forward, and placed the lightest kiss below her ear.
His words reverberated gently on her throat, blew over her ear like a soft tropical breeze. "Do you want to touch me, too, Miss Kitty?"
He raised her hand and put it in the open neckline of his shirt, holding her hand over his furnace hot skin.
Her mouth was dry as she moved her hand over his firm pectoral muscle, brushing over the sparsely curling hair. She touched his shoulder, trailed her hand up his neck, wanting to trace all over his familiar, yet forbidden body.
A hunger filled her, an absolute need like she'd never felt before. She didn't know she could want like this! The tips of her breasts and between her legs were throbbing with her own heartbeat, and her skin felt oversensitive against her clothing.
He brought his hands up to cup her face, and she shivered with the gentle pressure of his fingers as he drew her closer into him, and lowered his mouth.
Time stood completely still, her heart ceased to beat, her breath was null. The only thing that was in existence was Derek and the magic he was weaving around her. His kiss started soft, like the brushing of angel's wings, gently exploring, touching the corners of her mouth, the bow of her upper lip.
She chased after his mouth, turning her face, trying to deepen the kiss herself, but he didn't allow it. She felt his warm smile, before he finally settled his mouth on hers.
It was as if lightening and thunder erupted within her body, a storm of pleasure causing her whole body to tingle with goose flesh. Her legs felt crucially weak; she leaned against him for support. She moaned her satisfaction, and he took advantage of her open mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, causing another explosion of pure delight.
She grasped her arms around him, trying to move closer, become one with him. At the same time, he was guiding her, molding her body against his. On and on, they exchanged kisses. He had his hands firmly clamped on her bottom, lifting her against him until she was on her tiptoes. She could feel the hard, insistent ridge of his erection pressing against her low belly, and she tore her mouth away to gasp for air.
He began to kiss her neck, trailing hot, wet kisses down the long column. She tilted her head back, giving him better access, more room to explore.
And then she heard his murmur, and it stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Oh, God...Baby Girl..."
Derek knew he'd made a big mistake. For some reason, she wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to acknowledge that he knew it was her, that he was kissing her, and he wanted her. He could tell by the way her body stiffened completely, how her temperature dropped and her body grew clammy, how her pulse started hammering erratically in her throat.
He'd known it was her the moment he saw her at the bar tonight with that blonde bozo. He'd known the tilt of her chin, the huskiness of her laugh, the rise of her magnificent breasts, the jiggle of her ass when she walked. He'd known her scent the second he stood behind her, the floral and fruit that could only be Penelope.
It was the only scent in the world that turned him instantly hard.
She couldn't hide from him. He'd know any part of her, anywhere, at any time. She was in his blood, in his heart, and in his soul, far longer than she'd realized.
But she still wasn't ready. When he finally looked at her face, he knew it. She'd turned pale, a stark contrast to the black leather of her catwoman mask. He had to think fast to get out of this one.
"Wha-what did you say?"
"I said, 'Oh, God, baby,'" he said, not lying but not exactly telling the truth. "Then I was going to say, 'Girl, you take my breath away', but you stiffened." He tilted his head and looked at her with what he hoped was an earnest expression. "Did you pull a muscle?"
She looked carefully at him, her keen eyes peering at him. He almost laughed; she'd make a terrible undercover agent. He knew those sherry brown, long lashed eyes anywhere too, no matter how much kitty makeup they had on.
Then she smiled and shook her head. "No. I just need a drink."
"Okay," he said, thinking quickly again, and coming up with a solution. He smiled at her, a devilish grin."Then we'll talk."
