Gotta Be With You
Morgan and Garcia
Chapter 2
September 2007
Penelope Garcia was having a fun night out at the bar with her friends.
She had met a man and he seemed pretty into her. He was a software designer and had made a small fortune during the tech boom then got out before the bubble popped. He hit on her when she was ordering a drink. By the time he had passed her his card she was feeling nicely warm from all the flirty attention he had lavished on her.
Roger Watson was a real hottie. Penelope always had believed that his type wouldn't approach her in a crowded bar or club. Yeah, she knew she could get a stud like that to take her out. She had before in the past. But it just took a while for someone as good looking as him to see her quirky charm.
Not tonight though. Tonight the hottie wanted her at first glance. That made her smile widely, flirt like mad with him, and feel like the sexiest tech kitten in that bar. About the only thing in her life that could make her feel sexier than Roger, a complete stranger, had made her feel was when Derek's silky smooth voice rumbled over a phone line teasing her about the dirty things he knew she wanted to do to him.
That's how he'd always put it "I know you'd love that, baby girl," he'd say with a chuckle.
Oh, yes, would she ever.
She cared for Derek as a friend but when a friend looked as good as he did, and was such a good person also, it was near impossible to not get a little crush on him. Still she knew that little crush she had was never going anywhere though and she was cool with that. Their friendship was important to her. He was important to her. Sex would just complicate things. Besides Derek was hotter than ten Rogers and hotter than any guy on the movie screen. He could have anyone.
That meant he wasn't exactly about to hit on his cute but chunky, witty, techie obsessed, nerdy buddy. There was a time, back when they first met, when she thought they would end up having a hot fling but it was better than they never had.
Friendship was so much better than giving in to their crazy chemistry and falling into bed together. That's what she had always told herself.
Until she walked out of the bathroom at the bar and saw Derek standing there staring her down with so much want in his eyes that it stole her breath right out of her lungs. Seeing him looking at her with dark eyes full of primal desire made her mouth go dry and her heart start to race hard in her chest.
Frozen beneath his hot, hungry look for once Penelope was at a loss for words.
Only a second passed and then Derek was all over her. He pounced on her like a man starving for her touch, her taste, her kiss, her body pressed hard against his until every inch of each other grinded together.
Before she could do more than gasp in a shaky breath his mouth was pressed to hers giving her a kiss that set her skin on fire. He devoured her like she was his last meal on earth. Without even thrusting his tongue into her mouth he gave her the hottest kiss of her life. Quivering she raised her hands and placed them on his shoulders and then cupped his throat, desperate to touch him and feel him, keep him near her, keep this wonderful feeling that was whipping through her going.
Penelope had wondered what it would feel like to kiss Derek but this was beyond all her imagination could ever cook up.
The first touch of his mouth against hers had shocked and scalded her. His lips molded against hers sent hard, fast, unending bolts of heat shooting down her spine. Within a instant she flushed, feeling like he had plunged her into an inferno of molten lava, leaving her weak and dizzy with her knees trembling. His hands were holding her on either side of her head, keeping her just where he wanted her, needed her. There was no doubt he needed this kiss with some part of himself that she had never seen before tonight.
The desire to get closer and closer to him overtook her. Pressing her hands along his chest she felt a firm, tight wall of muscles under her fingertips. Hard and sculpted, he had a body best described as powerful and lean. Feeling his mouth moving against hers she lost track of all thoughts about place and time.
Letting out a low moan against her lips he dropped his hands from holding her head and wrapped them around her body, tugging her even closer to him as he ran his hands up and down her back and then over her hips and thighs. Everywhere he caressed he spread more fire through her, over her, within her.
It felt like he was touching her everywhere at once. Every touch was like a lightening bolt striking her system- leaving her weaker, needier, clinging to him just a little harder as every second passed that their mouths moved against each other's.
Penelope Garcia had no clue where she was at that moment- the bar completely disappearing from her consciousness. All she knew was she was in Derek Morgan's arms and that was enough for her to know at the moment. Nothing else mattered but getting closer to this sexy man that was making her feel born again with his heady kisses.
Throwing her head back, gasping for air, his mouth moved to kiss down her throat as his hand jerked her thigh, lifting it and wrapping one of her legs around his body.
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"Hot damn! Can I have next?" some drunken guy stumbling to the bathroom cried out when he saw Derek and Penelope in a heated embrace. "What I would do with her if I got her home with me..."
Derek yanked his head up, feeling completely drugged at the moment- stoned and high off the feeling of kissing Penelope. His eyes narrowed and settled on the drunk man who was wavering unsteadily a few feet away and leering at them.
Untangling himself from Penelope, Derek moved around her, keeping her protectively behind him and stared the man down. "Do you have something you wanna say to my face?"
"Um...no. I'm cool. Just wanna use the can."
"Then get to it!" Derek snapped at the guy, pissed off that he had the nerve to come along and interrupt them.
The guy scurried into the bathroom, throwing Penelope a wink as he did, which just proved how drunk he was because the way Derek had glowered at the man if he had been anywhere near sober he would have ran for the hills.
Only a drunk person- or someone completely insane- would have dared to get in the way of a kiss as explosive as Derek and Penelope had just been sharing.