Chapter 4
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Penelope felt the electric charge between them. It looked very much like Derek was going to kiss her. She was incredibly turned on, more than she'd ever been turned on in her life. However, along with that, she was very nervous and worried. What would happen after this? Would it change anything? How-
He moved to within a foot from her, and she found it hard to think. "Derek," she croaked around the frog that was sitting in her throat.
"What, Baby Girl?" he asked, as he leaned even closer with the quiet stealth of a panther... albeit a panther with an injured paw.
That caused her to think. She blurted out, "Is your shoulder okay?"
"The last thing I am thinking about is my shoulder, P," he replied, his mouth quirking into a sexy half grin of amusement as he began to lean over her further.
She knew she was stalling, but she couldn't help it. She started talking again, whatever she could think of, "Der-"
She didn't get to finish what she was saying. He began to kiss her, and the temperature began to rise exponentially in the hot tub. She was right; those type of lips were absolutely kissable. They were soft, supple yet strong, and sexy. There was heat, so much heat, shared between their mouths, a passing of breath and something much more.
Penelope felt the rising of her nipples, the heat in her stomach and her loins, a tingling fire that erupted. She felt moisture pooling, far more than the water that surrounded her. She was dizzy too, faint, but not from environmental forces. This was all internal, all the passion that stirred between them. She was done thinking, too. She couldn't think if she tried to. All she could do was feel… and want.
She reached her hands up to his shoulders to pull him closer, and he broke the kiss with a hiss of pain.
Paling, she gasped, and was immediately apologetic, "Oh, Derek, I'm so sorry!"
"Never apologize for anything to me," he responded swiftly. "You never have to apologize."
For awhile after that, they simply looked at each other, like they were registering what just happened between them. She could blame it on the alcohol, the warmth of the tub, and the sexy conversation, but she knew that wasn't the truth. She wanted to kiss him, he was her dream man, after all!
And from the look he had, he wanted to kiss her, too.
However, with him being injured, this was probably not the best time to explore any of this. She still felt bad, hurting his shoulder again because she wasn't thinking. They needed to put an end to this.
"Derek... we need to get out of the hot tub," she said regretfully.
He was still staring at her mouth with such longing, like it was killing him to be that far from her. There was an intensity in his look that was off the charts, along with a healthy dose of acute frustration. "Yes, I know."
She stood up and started making her way out of the tub, with Derek following very closely behind, pressed against her, his hand on her shoulder. She thought he was balancing himself. He was weaker than he wanted to admit. She sighed. She was right. It was a very good idea to end this; she needed to take care of him and tamp down her libido.
She turned to look at him, and found him staring at her with such heat, it warmed her even in the chilly air. She was frozen to the spot; a shiver of want rolled through her.
"Well," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I suppose.."
"I need to kiss you goodnight," he murmured, his mouth coming down on hers again.
"Do you want this, P?" he whispered roughly against her ear. "God, I want you, but I'll stop if you tell me to."
"You can kiss me goodnight, again, Derek." She put both hands on the side of his face and looked into his eyes. "As long as you kiss me good morning, too."
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