Chapter 9

AN:Thank you for the reviews...Now we're cooking...This was originally two chapters, but I combined it, so it is really long...I have to work the weekend, so I couldn't post, and I hate to keep ya'll waiting...Hey, it went together like Morgan and Garcia; I had to do it...Any ideas for the epilogue? Let me know...

Penelope thought she'd been prepared. She was stable, grounded, completely aware. She thought she'd readied herself for what it would be like when she finally kissed Derek Morgan.

She'd thought completely wrong.

The moment his lips touched hers, heat whooshed through her body, like the backdraft from a fire. His mouth was demanding, capturing hers with a delicious onslaught of feeling that she had absolutely no desire to fight whatsoever. He was consuming her, and she was offering herself up like a morsel ready to be had.

Derek thrust his fingers in her artfully-styled hair; the small barrettes and the little flowers she had laced in there this morning went flying, as she wrapped her arms around his waist and clung to him like he was her lifeline. That wasn't far from the truth; she was adrift in a sea of molten feeling, with nothing but his strong body and the velvety rasp of his tongue grounding her.

Her eyes drifted shut, her limbs felt heavy, listless, as he drugged her with his fantastic kisses. She always thought he smelled gorgeous, looked gorgeous, even sounded gorgeous, but that was nothing compared to how gorgeous he tasted. Like sweet, silky man, with just a touch of red wine to flavor him.

He lifted his mouth from hers, and she moaned in protest. Raising herself onto her toes, she pressed her lips against his and whispered, "More."

He smiled down at her, a slow, seductive smile, and murmured, "Damned good idea."

Then he dove into the kiss from the direct opposite angle.

Never in his life had he ever kissed anyone as delicious as Penelope Garcia. He'd called her Red Delicious, but he hadn't done her justice. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth as he clutched her back with his hands. He opened his thighs, drawing her deeper in the vee between. His hips thrust involuntarily against hers, to ease some of the ache in his rock hard cock.

Derek groaned internally. A small corner of his mind was telling him to heed his own advice, to seduce her and play with her mouth, tease her, give her the fairy tale kiss Cinderella got from her Prince Charming. He was a skilled lover; he should be able to do that without fail.

Instead, he marauded her mouth like a Blackbeard after treasure, making up for what he was lacking in grace with pure ardor and passion. As he felt her shake, as he heard her moan, he knew he needed to back this up and start over...and do this right.

"Baby," he murmured against her lips. "Sweetheart..."

"No," she said, clutching the back of his head rather desperately in her hands. "Don't stop. Please..."

"Oh, hell, no," he said, working his hands under her coat. He slid it off and left it in a pile at her feet, as he scooped her up in his arms. "I have no intention of stopping."

"But..." she started, her voice trailing off as he carried her towards the couch.

"Sugar, we are just getting started," he murmured, as he lay her down on the rug before the fire.

They made love.

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