Derek couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the confident woman he'd who'd occupied his bed the first time they'd been together. She was still sexy as hell, but that self-assurance, that boldness that he'd loved about her was gone.

Did it have something to do with the weasel that'd opened the door in Boston?


He wanted to ask, but he wasn't ready to give up that bit of his pride yet. There was no need for her to know he'd actually gone looking for her…no need for her to know he hadn't been able to get her out of his system even after all this time. Let her think this was fate.

Hell, wasn't it? The very week he'd gone to find her, she shown up in Quantico; that wasn't coincidence. Something bigger had to be at play here.

"Yes?" she returned breathlessly.

No…she definitely didn't need to know the depth of his desire for her. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he grinned. "Slow. Take that skirt of slowly," he ordered as he crossed his arms over his chest expectantly. "And if you wanted to rock those hips back and forth while you do…"

The sound of her giggle filled the room, and her eyes locked on his as she reached around for the zipper. Her breasts thrust upward with the action, and he bit back a groan.

Her hips swayed side to side in the smallest of movements as the bright red fabric slid down her legs to pool at her feet. The only thing left were her black, lace panties and he drank in the sight of her luscious curves.

"Your turn," she breathed.

"You're not finished," he pointed out.

She tilted her head to the side and reached for the waistband of her panties. She took her time pushing them down over her legs; her ass was perched in the air by the time she reached her ankles, and Derek had half a mind to walk over and take her as she was, but that was hardly fair. He'dpromised foreplay.

She arched a brow at him as she straightened, then lifted her leg in the air and kicked in his general direction. Her panties hit him smack dab in the middle of the chest, and he lifted a hand to catch them. "Nice," he said with a chuckle.

"I'm finished now," she said impatiently.

"So you are," he agreed. His voice was low and sexy, and Penelope's entire being trembled at the sound.

She watched as he lifted his arms until he'd reached behind his neck and tugged on his t-shirt. The maroon fabric climbed up over his stomach until he'd pulled it off and tossed it to the side, blessing her with a view of his impeccably chiseled abs.

The dark blue denim hung low on his hips, and Penelope could make out the trail of crisp hair that disappeared just below his boxer briefs. She licked her lips when he reached for his belt buckle, and her breath caught in her throat at the sound of his fly opening. His jeans and boxers were at his feet in one smooth motion, and as he straightened, the predatory gleam in his eyes made her heart leap.

He stalked forward and came to a stop just in front of her. His hands came to rest on her cheeks before smoothing her hair away from her face. His mouth came down onto hers, and the seam of her lips tingled as his tongue swept across the soft flesh. A fragile whimper escaped as she parted for him.

She drew his tongue inside and let his familiar taste wash over her. His fingers tangled in her hair as one of his hands cradled the back of her head; the other came to rest on her lower back, drawing her body closer to his. Her soft breasts crushed against the hard planes of his chest, and Penelope moved back and forth, teasing him.

He broke the kiss and took a step back; his head descended immediately, his teeth clamping onto her nipple and tugging gently.

"Derek…" She groaned as her hand clutched the back of his head.

"Mmmm…" His tongue swirled around and around and Penelope inhaled sharply.

As he lowered himself onto his knees before her, he placed a hand behind the knee that was closest to the bed and lifted, positioning her foot on the mattress.

The cool air brushed against the sensitive skin between her thighs, and Penelope hissed when Derek leaned forward. He pushed his tongue between her folds and moved it back and forth, stopping just shy of her core; she whimpered in disappointment. "Please," she whispered softly.

The instant he speared his tongue inside of her, Penelope felt her knee buckle. His hands were the only thing keeping her standing as he teased her opening, pulling back and thrusting forth again. She clutched his broad shoulders as he pulled away long enough to turn her and sit her on the bed. As she lay back on the bed, he pulled her throbbing core between his lips and sucked vigorously.

She cried out as her feet pressed into the mattress; the shrill sound of Derek's phone echoed throughout the room, but they paid it no attention.

"Mmmm…" Derek groaned.

His phone finally stopped ringing only to start up again.

"Derek," Penelope said breathlessly. "Should you answer that?"

"Ignore it," he said gruffly as he pulled his lips away from her and positioned himself between her legs. He knew she was close, and it'd only be a matter of strokes before he exploded.

"Fuck," Derek said when the shrill ringing started again.

"I'll be here when you get off the phone," Penelope said in an amused tone.

Derek sighed as he got off the bed and pulled his phone from its clip. He took one look at the caller ID and turned the phone off.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his emotions warring inside of him. Penelope didn't know the whole truth, didn't know that Paxton was aware of the time they'd spent together in Boston. And though he didn't think it would bother her, he couldn't, in good conscience, sleep with her while withholding that information.

The mattress shifted, and he felt her body press against his as her arms wrapped around him from behind. "Where'd you go?" she asked, her voice thick with passion.

Derek ran a hand over his face. "Penelope, there's something you should know."

"What?" she asked distractedly as her lips brushed against the back of his neck.

"Your brother knows about us."