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Dancing so close with Penelope was like a dream come true for Derek. All the years of dancing with other women and wishing it was her was pure torture. Then, seeing her last week dancing with another man drove him crazy yet again. Especially when that man had been running his hands over his baby girl. Now, it was finally them dancing. It was finally him caressing her. It was finally her rubbing slowly against him, making him hot. And Penelope was the hottest, most evocative woman he had ever danced with.
She had always refused to dance with him, claiming that she couldn't dance. That was the farthest thing from the truth. She knew exactly how to dance to drive a man insane. She knew just how to sway her hips to subtly brush against him. She knew just how to move to keep his eyes glued to her barely concealed breasts.
He was starting to regret telling her to wear that dress. She looked absolutely amazing. It was making it nearly impossible to act like he just wanted to be friends. He had to bite back a groan as Penelope's hips touched a particularly sensitive part of his body.
If he didn't know better he would think by the way she was rubbing against him, that she was trying. There was an unmistakable look of raw heat and teasing in her eyes. Hot damn, he thought, his baby girl was trying. The thought that Penelope was trying to turn him on made him instantly hard. Two could play that game, he thought with a wicked smile.
He pulled her closer and slid his thigh between her legs, knowing it would rub against just the right spot every time she swayed. To his amusement, he felt her nipples instantly harden. He looked down at her and saw her staring at him, her lips parted slightly and that drove him wild. She looked so beautiful, so sensual, so….perfect. He wondered if she would push him away if he kissed her. Then, much to his surprise and delight, she lean up and kissed him.
It was better than their previous kiss. Penelope's full ruby red lips tasted like cherry lip balm. It was so like Penelope that Derek couldn't help but smile. Derek ran his tongue along her bottom lip and her mouth parted willingly. As he slipped his tongue in her mouth, he was hit with the taste of lime, salt, and tequila. His baby girl loved her margaritas. He suddenly remembered his baby girl was also a light weight and pulled away with a groan.
The look of utter hurt and devastation on her face nearly broke his heart. He took her face in his hands, "Baby girl, how much have you had to drink?"
She looked confused momentarily, "Only three drinks." It dawned on her what he was thinking and she frowned suddenly, "Derek, I'm not drunk." She smiled and leaned up in an attempt to kiss him again but he turned away.
Every fiber in Derek wished and hoped and prayed that she was telling the truth but he just didn't know and he wasn't willing to take that chance and ruin their friendship. "Penelope, I don't want you to do something you will regret."
She frowned and stuck her lip out in a pout, "What are you talking about?"
He sighed, shook his head and began to explain, "We're at a wedding, you've been drinking, and you're mad at your ex-"
She cut him off, "Derek, I'm not doing this because I've had a few drinks. I'm not doing this because Kevin might still be around. I'm doing this because I want to. Because I've wanted to for years." She looked so earnest and sincere.
It took a moment for her words to sink in. When they finally did, Derek smiled. "Baby girl, you're telling me all these years I could have kiss you and you wouldn't have slapped you?"
She smiled, "Gorgeous, if you had kissed me, I would have jumped your bones and held you captive in my bedroom for weeks."
He leaned down and kissed her softly. She opened her mouth willingly, ready for him but Derek pulled away, "As much as I would love to stand here all night kissing you, I don't know if I'm gunna be able to stop with just kissing and I don't think your friends would appreciate that."
A bright smiled spread across Penelope's face, "I'm getting kinda tired. Wanna take me home?"
That sounded amazing. To finally be able to actually be with the woman he'd dreamed about. The woman he'd pleasured himself thinking about. Even if she was drunk, even if she was just trying to get back at Lynch, he didn't care. Even it was only once, he had to. There was no way he would ever forgive himself if he didn't. Right now, in this instant, he wasn't concerned with how this might affect their friendship. If he could get one night with the woman of his dreams, he was willing to face any and all consequences. "Baby girl, let's go home."
Penelope gave him a small kiss, "That sounds like a good plan."
It seemed like it took hours for Penelope to say goodbye. She had to thank the bride and the groom, and then it felt like every person was at the wedding wanted to speak to her for a moment.
Finally they were able to get to Derek's SUV. He opened the door for her and helped her get in before getting in himself. It would take about 45 minutes to get back to his house. The entire time Derek worried that she would change her mind. He never thought that this could possibly happen and now that it was happening, he was petrified that she would change her mind and their friendship would be ruined.
The tension was evident in his posture and Penelope instantly picked up on it. She bit her lip nervously and took a deep breath. She had come this far, she really had nothing else to lose. She reached her hand over and rubbed his leg, "You okay, love bug?" She inched her hand up and found that he was already hard. She was shocked at how deliciously naughty and wicked she felt.
There was a sharp intake of breath from Derek and Penelope felt a surge of power. "Penelope, if you want to make it home, you had better move your hand." A sinful smile crossed Penelope's face and she rubbed her hand slowly against him. Derek groaned and put his hand over hers to stop the movement, "Baby girl," he warned. Penelope pulled her hand away with a smirk.
They soon pulled into Derek's driveway and they both eagerly exited his car. Derek took her hand and led her into his house, up his stairs and into his bedroom. Penelope's heart was racing and she couldn't breath. She couldn't believe that it was really happening. She had wished for this for years and now….now it was finally going to happen. She looked at him and saw barely covered lust written over his face. "Derek," she said nervously.
She didn't have a chance to complete her thought before Derek's lips were on hers. His arms were suddenly around her, caressing and teasing. Penelope's hands found her way to his face as his tongue plundered her mouth. Each flick and twirl of his tongue in her mouth sent wave after wave of pleasure through out her body. She felt Derek's hand clasp her breast and she moaned against him. Her veins were aflame with passion and want and she could barely control herself. One glance at Derek told her he was feeling exactly the same way. He pushed her slowly onto his bed and Penelope knew that tonight was going to be the night that six years of fantasies came true.