Chapter 15

AN: Thanks so much for the reviews! Had lots of fun with this one...

Tingling with anticipation, Penelope told Emily she was ready to leave, and then announced last call for all sales. There was a big rush, where a lot of people came over and bought things. She was very busy, even with Derek's help adding and bagging.

However, she did take the extra time to tease the BAU team about what they bought.

"Oh ho!" Penelope said with a devilish grin, looking at Dave's order. She said in a mock hushed tone, "Ahhh, Hot Stuff? I need a large box of the fetish collection."

"A large box, baby?" Derek asked, surprised. Penelope knew that Derek was well aware the fetish collection was not for the faint of heart. Almost immedately he looked up, saw who the customer was, and burst out laughing. "Rossi, you old dog! I didn't know you had it in you."

"Hey," Rossi answered with a crowing laugh of his own. "This isn't for me...This is for Hotch!"

"Not into whips and feathers, hmmm?" Penelope asked, winking at him. "That's no fun. Where's your kinky side?"

"Kitten," he replied, "with what I naturally have, I don't need whips and feathers to show my kinky side."

Penelope laughed, thinking of Derek and his ten good fingers comment… These two were a lot more alike than either of them would admit most of the time!

Finally, the last purchase was tallied, the party was called a complete success, and all that was left was packing up.

"Baby, you ready?" Derek asked, picking up the big duffel bag.

"Ummm, yeah," she answered, glancing over at Emily. She wanted to talk to her before they left. "Can you carry that to the car, honey? I'll be right out."

"Don't keep me waiting long." He leaned closer and kissed her cheek, and she felt the zinging electric heat roll over her from just the tiny bit of contact.

Well…she'd done it. She'd finally put it all on the line, and she'd thought he'd understood and wanted to leave because of it. Now that they had a moment to cool down, she was afraid that maybe he might have changed his mind.

Heading over to Prentiss, she smiled and said, "Thank you. This night is probably what we needed."

Emily arched an incredulous brow. "Probably? PG…Oh, no. What's wrong?"

Penelope worried her lip between her teeth. "I got him to agree to this, but now I think he might change his mind."

"Why would you think that?"

"Well..." she began, "I had to wrap things up, and he wasn't as urgent then. He started acting like himself, and I was being like me, and—"

"Penelope!" Emily said, rolling her eyes. "You two are the most…ugh! Do not lose your confidence now, or I will shoot you. You've worked too hard for that!"

Pen grinned. "I won't."

Prentiss chuckled and sighed. "Just go, Garcie. Go and find out that man wants you as badly as you have always wanted him, and then make cute little babies with him."

Penelope laughed at that, too. She wasn't jumping the gun quite that much; she'd just be happy if he still wanted her. However, even if he didn't, she'd make it happen. She'd seen it earlier that night in his eyes; she was going to keep that fire going.

Adjusting the shoulder strap on her push up bra like she was girding her loins for battle, she took a deep breath, and then headed outside to her car.

The ride back to his place was short. They chatted like they always did, talking about people's outfits, funny things people had said to them, exactly like old friends. It had been very nice, very pleasant, but it did nothing to calm her nerves.

She pulled Esther into his driveway, put her in park, and then kept her hands on the steering wheel. She heard him unfasten his seat belt to get out of the car.

It was now or never. She was going to go for it, or she'd wonder for the rest of her life. Slowly, she reached down and unfastened her seat belt, too, and then shut Esther off and put the keys in her purse.

She took a deep breath. "Well, I guess—ooh!"

With strong, sure hands, Derek reached under her arms and slid her over Esther's bench front seat, into his lap. With a devastatingly hot grin that told her that she'd had absolutely nothing to worry about, he wrapped his arms around her, enfolded her in everything that was hot and male, and brought his mouth down to hers.

He took her mouth, possessed it, in a kiss like nothing she had ever experienced in her life. Hot, swirls of heat mixed with tingles of pure electricity and washed over her body. She lost all ability to think as he covered her lips, struck completely dumb by a rush of profound pleasure.

He toyed with her lips, sucking, licking, teasing, nibbling, varying pressure and coaxing a response from her that was absolutely primal. She needed more. She opened, greedily seeking his tongue, the heady sweetness of his mouth. On and on, she traded kisses, bringing her hands up to clasp behind the strong column of his neck. She tried to bring him down, leaning closer to him, not knowing if she'd ever get close enough.

The warmth in her core spread in throbbing waves of want over her body, making her dizzy with passion, light headed with want. She stroked her tongue against his, moaning when he lifted his head, only to change angles of attack, deepening the kiss. She felt as if a hot wind was rushing over her, as the sounds of their mutual moans and groans of want and satisfaction sounded throughout the interior of her car.

"Fuck, baby," Derek cursed, as she gripped at him again, tugging on his shirt in an effort to get closer. He was feeling her pain; he wanted her far closer than she was right now. He was desperate for closeness. He had never wanted anything so badly in his life. He wanted inside her tight little body more than he wanted to reach his fortieth birthday.

Lifting her just slightly, he felt her slight gasp of surprise against his lips as he turned her so that her knees were flanking his thighs. She'd broken the kiss; she was now facing him, her hands on his shoulders, kneeling on the front seat, looking curious.

Lowering his hands to cup the globes of her ass through her short skirt, savoring the softness, he pulled her forward so that her thighs spread more. She was flush against him, softness yielding to hardness, and her eyes were darkened with passion, her lips kiss bruised and parted with her fast breaths.

Derek closed his eyes and groaned. He could feel the heat of her core scalding him. He tensed his jaw and drew in breaths through his flared nostrils to get control. Against his better judgment—he was a masochist when it came to this woman!—he tightened the grip on her ass, tugged her forward even more, and rocked his hips upward.

Penelope leaned forward and captured his mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. At the same time, she arched her hips forward, pressing the heat of her core into him, sex against sex, in the most erotic of dances. She gripped his shoulders with her hands, ran them up to cup his head and draw him closer, scraped her nails against the back of his neck. She was as hungry for him as he was for her, and he loved every moment of it.

Derek had known. He had always known that the moment they kissed—and he'd known he'd kiss her—sparks would fly, passion would ignite, and they'd need to have a fire department on hand to put out the flames. What he hadn't known was how he would want her so badly, need her so badly, his very life would be at stake if he didn't have her. It was humbling, frightening, and the greatest feeling he'd ever had.

He'd been waiting his entire life for this.

Now, he wasn't satisfied with that anymore. He needed to possess her, have her, make her his in the most basic of fashions. He had to have more. He simply had to, or he'd explode and cease to exist. Anything that had ever mattered in his life circled to this moment. He plunged his hands into her hair, holding her close as he drove his tongue into her mouth, a prelude to the action their bodies would be doing. He felt her responding, felt the perfectness of her response, and knew he could lose his mind and take her right there. However, the part of him that was raised a gentleman knew she deserved better—they deserved better—than a quick fuck on the front seat of her car.

Summoning up some superhuman strength he didn't know he possessed, he raised his mouth from hers. "Baby...let's go inside."

She opened her eyes, looked up at him, her beautiful blue eyes glittering with unmet desire, and then licked her lips. He groaned and lowered his mouth to hers for one last quick kiss.

That kiss ended up lasting far longer, until Derek wrenched his mouth away. "Baby...we need to stop. I am seconds from ripping off your panties and knockin' boots with you right here."

She moaned in protest, like that was fine with her, reaching for him with her arms and her lips, attempting to kiss him more.

"Penelope…Sweetheart…Baby Girl…" he groaned, trying to maintain his willpower.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and met his. A moment later, her eyes widened completely, looking at him as if she were as shell shocked and rocked to her core as he was. She crawled slowly off his lap and brought her fingers up to touch her lips. "Wow…I…um…wow…"

"My sentiments exactly," he said gently. He smiled softly at her, bringing his hands to her face to brush back the straggles of hair.

"I…um…kinda…" She drew that beautiful full bottom lip between her teeth, and then he watched as her cheeks started to turn pinker in color.

"Oh, no, you don't," he said, opening the car door and scooping her up in his arms.

She squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Don't over think this, woman," he ordered. "Tonight is meant for us to enjoy."

"Can I have my way with you, Derek?" she asked cheekily, smiling naughtily at him.

He smiled back at her as he opened his front door. "Angel, you can have your way, my way, any way with me tonight."

Her throaty laughter echoed in the hall as he carried her to his bedroom.