Chapter 27: Let Me Help You

"Thank god," Derek breathed, as he set Meredith down gently. "She is finally gone."

"Yes, but not without a parting barb to me," Meredith commented, watching the coach disappear in the distance. Derek looked at her in concern, as they turned to head inside. Hodges held the door open for them, and they stepped into the cool foyer. Derek took her hands, waiting for her to continue. "She had the nerve to come to talk to me, Derek. She hinted to me that you would grow tired of me, take a lover when I am with child. And that she would be that lover." Meredith's voice was cool, but her heart raced at the memory of the conversation. "Derek, I know she was only attempting to drive a wedge between us. I know you would not do that."

"Meredith, sweetheart, you are correct." He pulled her close, and she rested her face against his chest, hearing his heart pounding. The anger that had subsided earlier started to rise again, and he forced himself to be calm. He stroked her back carefully. "While it is true, many men do find other diversions, leaving their marriage bed once a child is conceived, you have nothing to fear." He pulled back slightly, letting his hands move to her belly. "Whenever the time comes, I wish to be here, enjoying this sweet body of yours even more, knowing you are having my child."

Then he kissed her softly, sweetly, his hands still resting on her as she leaned in against him. "I knew better, Derek, she just scared me a little," Meredith admitted, as he lifted his head. She touched his cheek, letting his warm gaze envelop her in the heat of passion. "Come, my love, let me help you get out of these clothes and clean up. Your mother wishes to discuss wedding plans at lunch today."

Derek made a sound of frustration. "Very well, as long as you are my wife at the end of it all, it will be worth all the fuss." He took her arm and they headed towards his suite. "I like the idea of getting out of these clothes, however…"

As soon as the door was closed securely behind them, Derek swept Meredith into his arms, pressing his lips to her throat. All of the worries stirred up by Addison's words melted away with his hot kisses. He caught her hand and pressed it against the hard ridge of his cock straining against his tight riding breeches. "You can feel how much you arouse me, my dear," Derek murmured, as she stroked him. "I swear to you, Meredith, no woman has ever made me feel like you do. You truly are my sweet temptress, and I shall never tire of you."

"I believe you, Derek. I was foolish for listening to her venom," Meredith said softly, tugging at his shirt to pull it away from his body. She had a sudden urge to feel his smooth, naked skin, and she pushed the sleeves down his arms, baring his torso. Circling around behind him, she ran her hands softly along his muscled back, before leaning closer to him, and dropping soft kisses along his shoulder blades. The rich, earthy scent of his body, blended with the spice of his cologne and the trace of leather and horses filled her senses. She trailed more kisses along his strong backbone, her hands gliding over his pectoral muscles, and down his flat belly, to rest against the bulge that throbbed beneath her touch. She felt his sudden intake of breath as she touched him again, and smiled to herself, as she laid her head against his back.

Derek's body tightened, from the feel of her soft body behind him and her hand on his cock. "Meredith…" His voice was rough, as he turned in her embrace. She gave him a little smile, and took his hand, leading him to the chair beside the fireplace.

"Sit."

He dropped into the chair, a bemused smile on his lips. Meredith picked up one of his feet, and carefully tugged his boot off, then removed the other. She set them aside, and returned to kneel between his legs. His breathing deepened, as she reached for the buttons to undo his breeches. As she worked the buttons open, he gripped the arms of the chair tightly, tense with anticipation.

"Close your eyes," she murmured.

Derek's head dropped back against the chair, and he let his eyelids fall shut. He focused on the desire that coiled in his body, shutting out everything else. The room was silent, except for the sound of his breathing and the measured tick of the clock on the mantel above the fireplace. Just as he thought he would go mad from waiting, Meredith undid the final button, and her hands freed him from the constraint of his breeches. "Sweet god, Meredith…" he muttered, his whole body shuddering at the soft touch of her hand on him, sweat breaking out on his forehead. His hips lifted off the chair, and she took the opportunity to gently pull the material away from his body. He felt the cool air on his skin as the material skimmed down his legs, leaving him naked. He gave himself up to her touch, his body hot and flushed with pleasure.

Her hands massaged the firm bulges of his calf muscles, and the taut hard thighs, before returning to his cock that quivered and stood out thick and strong. A tingle of pure erotic thrill went through him, as her fingers brushed against him again. It was almost achingly soft, again and again, until he was almost mindless with pure lust. His head thrashed back and forth, as he arched up against her hand. Then he felt her mouth brush against him, replacing her fingers with a soft touch of velvet tongue against his hard shaft. A fresh gasp of desire shot through him, and he groaned. Meredith felt her own need burning through her veins, but she wanted this moment to be all for him, and she stroked him wetly, winding her tongue around and over him, tasting the salt and tang of his cum that began to seep from him.

"Ah, god…Meredith…" he gasped, as she took him in deeper, her teeth grazing him. She could hear the desperation in his voice, feel the tremors of his body as she continued to suck and lick him harder. His entire body clenched, as he tried to prolong the enjoyment, his blood pounding hotly. His thoughts were tangled in a mass of lust, cravings, and love, all for this woman who was giving him more pleasure than he thought possible.

Finally reaching the fevered point of no return, Derek's body tensed, and the force of his release hit him. He careened over the edge into sexual oblivion, his orgasm wrenching through him forcefully. Meredith's soft lips and tongue massaged him more gently, as he collapsed back into the chair, shaking violently.

As she slowly released him, and raised her head, his eyes opened, meeting hers. A slow, sated smile crossed his lips, and she smiled in return. She dropped a swift, sweet kiss on his cock, and he closed his eyes again at the sensation. Then he felt her move away from him, hearing the soft rustle of her skirts as she walked. Unable to move, or think, he waited for her return, his breathing hard and heavy.

"Here, I said I would help you freshen up for lunch," Meredith said, and he managed to open his eyes to see her carrying a basin of water, and towels. She set them down, and wrung out the soft cloth in the basin. With soft, sure movements, she ran the cloth over him, adding a touch of erotic to the simple act of washing his skin.

After she finished, and dried him gently with the towel, he caught her hand and pulled her closer. She sank down into his lap, and he took her face in his hands, his deep blue gaze meeting her soft green eyes. Intense emotions simmered between them, before he crushed her lips against his. She felt his hunger for her, and met it with her own, as his tongue swept her mouth. His kiss made her forget everything, made her feel more alive than ever before. "I love you so much, Derek," Meredith whispered as they drew apart. "It was such a fortunate twist of fate that we met. I cannot imagine my life without you now."

"Nor I you," he told her. "I adore you."

Then the clock chimed the hour, and he sighed. "And much as I would love to whisk you into the bed and ravish you for the rest of the day…."

"I know,…your mother awaits," Meredith giggled softly, smoothing his hair off his forehead. "I was very naughty to have delayed us like this."

"Very naughty indeed, Meredith," he said, his voice rumbled, low and suggestive. "And you shall pay for that tonight."

"Really, my lord? Is that a promise?" she asked breathlessly, her nipples and clit suddenly hot with want.

"Oh yes, my love, you can count on it." He buried his face against her breasts, tantalizing her with a sensual caress of his tongue. Then he stood up quickly, swinging her to feet. "Now, leave me to dress, or we shall never make it to luncheon." He spun her around and swatted her derriere playfully. Meredith gave him a flirtatious wink over her shoulder, nearly undoing him again. "Meredith…"

"I shall see you soon, then, Derek," she sang out as she sashayed to the door. He shook his head as he watched her slim form, her hips tempting him, before she disappeared out the door. Running his hand through his hair, he grinned to himself. It was a fortunate twist of fate indeed that brought them together. He had never anticipated being this fascinated and this besotted with any woman, but he would not have his life any other way.