That night, Derek smiled as quickly removed his shirt and tie before joining her on the floor of their home gym, matching the pace of her pushups until she stopped and he pushed her onto her back, pinning her to the mat beneath him, and enjoying the beautiful sound of her laugh. "I've missed that." Seizing her mouth with his, he kissed her deeply, her beautifully sculpted arms wrapping around him as he began caressing her neck, her sweet scent engulfing him. "I may never let you go again."
She rolled with him, straddling his waist, gnashing lightly at his muscular chest before she unfastened his belt. "Don't make promises you don't intend to keep."
"I never do." He slid from the confines of his dress pants, enjoying how her skin glistened in the fading afternoon sun that floated in through the window, and just how good her hot, slick, skin felt against his as he took her back into his arms, kissing her passionately as their bodies entwined.
The feeling of his solid manhood deep within her caused her to moan, their rhythm becoming a perfect symphony almost instantaneously, and his perfect full mouth pressed against her neck as he set her ablaze, but it all came to a crashing halt when the ringing of the phone burst into her consciousness. "Damn it." Caroline attempted to catch her breath, Derek kissing her lips as she reached for her cell. "Special Agent James."
"Caroline, it's John. I'd love to meet with you to discuss how selection went and what's next for the sniper program."
"That's really great, John, but I'm in the middle of something right now." She smirked as Derek kissed her lightly. "How about we meet for a breakfast meeting tomorrow around eight?"
"What are you in the middle of that you can't break away to meet with a superior?"
The laugh was about to burst out of her, but she simply smiled and swallowed her emotion. "I just started my cardio workout." Derek smirked at her and began kissing her neck again. "I'll be happy to meet you tomorrow morning."
"Where were we?" Derek asked as she hung up, his voice husky, filled with lust, and he seized her mouth before resuming their fluid motion.
As she lost herself in their act, no one else in the world existing besides she and Derek Morgan, Caroline finally realized what she had missed the most. The deep connection she shared with the man who filled her completely, both physically and emotionally. It was something that she'd never felt before with anyone and she never wanted to lose it.
While she'd been gone, he'd found that he'd taken her for granted. Everything from the way she would smile a slight smile at him when they would see each other at work, to how she called out for him during their passion. Now, as she held onto him as they moved together, her breath hot against his ear as she let out soft moans, he knew he wouldn't make that same mistake again. She felt too good, fit too well, to ever let her go. "Mmm, Baby Girl." He kissed her neck, then down to her ample bosom, listening to her breath coming faster, her sweet feminine body tightening around his pulsating erection.
She arched her back, his sensual kisses heightening her arousal, and she bit her lip as she rocked against him, the edge of their passion beginning to slice into her as his hot essence shot into her. Calling out for him, she didn't care if they heard her in New Jersey. For the first time in her life, she let her emotions encompass her, engulf her completely. "God, Derek, Babe," she kissed him as she came down from their mutual peak, "that was amazing."
"Quite a cardio workout." They both attempted to laugh as they collapsed onto the mat.
The next morning, Caroline suddenly felt nauseous when John came into view at the local café. The lecherous look that was always behind his eyes was suddenly all over his face. "Good morning, John." She extended her hand as the older man stood up.
"Thank you for meeting me here, Caroline. I thought this would be nice to get away from The Bureau for a few hours and you can catch me up on how our new sniper unit is progressing."
She feigned a smile and checked her watch. "Well, it can't be too long since I have another meeting in about an hour to go over the programming for the simulation."
"I won't keep you from your new position, which I have to say seems to suit you quite well."
"It's still new. I might just be bald before these first recruits are finished." He threw his head back and laughed and she hid her cringe behind her coffee cup. "So, what would you like to know?"
"How did it go in Texas? Did you have everything you needed?" He leaned forward and touched her hand.
She pulled away, sitting back in her chair, and crossing her arms over her chest. "I could have used a little more prep time, but other than that, selection went as well as I expected. The GPS units worked well, as did the cameras, I just think there should have been more and I would have liked more say as to their placement." She glared at him. "I have a question for you, John."
"Shoot, if you will pardon the pun."
She didn't, but she continued. "Hotch tells me that you've handed down an edict that you want this program to succeed and I am to get whatever I ask for. When was that established because we both know that I was placed in this position because you expected failure?"
He lost his smile. "Caroline, I never expected anything less than success from you. This unit was specially designed with you in mind."
"And that's why I was told to take the position or submit my resignation and given only a month to set everything up?"
"Wow," he sighed and shook his head, "you don't pull any punches, do you?"
"No, I don't, John, because I don't like feeling like I'm being jerked around. Suddenly, this is a unit, not a program, and I go from having a budget where ammunition is considered a luxury to being able to purchase imaging time on a NASA satellite. What's going on?"
"Let's just say I had a change of heart when I realized just how valuable your talents were."
That was the biggest load of shit she had ever heard come out of one man's mouth before, and she'd dealt with a lot of officers. John didn't value her talents, never had, and never would. "I'd say thank you, but I don't want you to take it the wrong way."
He laughed again. "Honestly, Caroline, how did a beautiful and voluptuous woman like yourself become so hard and jaded."
"By putting up with chauvinistic men like you, John." He laughed that ridiculous phony laugh of his and she rolled her eyes. "Now, do you have any pertinent job related questions because, if you don't, I have a meeting regarding this new pet project of yours?"
"All business, I like that."
"I'm always all business when I'm on the clock."
"That is really good to hear. Now, why don't you tell me about your plans for this new unit of yours?"
"Now, it's my unit. Wow, Director, I have to say, you're laying it on a little thick. What am I in store for?"
"Nothing." He smiled and leaned forward again, lowering his voice. "I told you. I made a mistake in being so harsh with you before. You have a lot to offer and this unit is where you will shine." He watched her fake a smile and roll her eyes.
An hour later, her breakfast finally over, Caroline walked into a conference room filled with computer geeks and placed her rifle case on the table, watching all the greasy haired mama's boys salivate. "What do you think you can do with this?"
"Is that real?" One of the programmers went to reach for the gun.
She caught his wrist and pulled it away. "Yes it's real and you should be asking if it's loaded."
"I don't think you'd trust us with a loaded weapon." A man with black rimmed glasses in the back of the room said with an attitude.
"You're right, I don't, but there is still no reason not to abide by a few simple rules and all weapons are loaded until you are shown otherwise." Picking up the Remington long rifle, she opened the bolt action breech. "So, now, back to my original question, what can you do now that you have the real thing in front of you?"
"I think it would help if we could hook you and the weapon up to our motion software."
"That's a great idea. When can that be done?"
"What happened this morning?" Derek asked when he saw the raven-haired beauty leaning against his desk later that afternoon. Her normally bright blue eyes were a cloudy shade of gray and her shoulders were slouched, there was something wrong.
"I have spent the entire morning being reminded that I am anatomically correct."
"Did you remind them you could kick their ass?" He smirked and squeezed her shoulder.