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“You just can’t come in here.” Sophie glared at him. “Why would Braden and Thalia let you in here?”
“They are protecting you against people who want to kill you,” Derek said as he straightened and got up from her chair. He stalked toward her, and Sophie felt herself backing away slowly. She was oddly excited. Reaching her, he pulled her toward him with one hand and used his other to slam the door behind her. Shifting hands that held her, he leaned in, his hard chest brushing against her breasts as he reached out and fiddled with the blinds, shutting the room from prying eyes. His eyes bored into hers. “I want to fuck you.”
As Sophie gasped, Derek took that opportunity to kiss her. Pressing her body against the door, he wasted no time relieving her of her lab coat, his fingers deftly working on the pearl buttons of her blouse. His kiss was urgent and demanding. She sensed his need for her.
With great reluctance, Sophie pulled her lips away from him but that was all he allowed her, an immovable wall of muscle when she tried to push him away. “What are you doing?”
“Why did you hang up on me?”
There it was. For all his relaxed demeanor earlier, he was annoyed.
“You called me a spoiled princess.”
“Don’t hang up on me again.” His voice had changed; there was a steely edge to it. “We talk about it. Like adults. If you are pissed at me, you talk to me, you do not run away, you do not hide behind Stephen or Beth. Grow. Up.”
“You’re doing it again,” Sophie hissed.
His chocolate eyes warmed and Sophie was lost in them. “What Angel? Making you want me?” His hand went up and brushed the skin above the edge of her bra. He groaned and kissed her again, more gentle this time, coaxing her to respond, his tongue tracing her lips before darting between them to flick hers. One hand slipped inside her bra to cup her breast, while the other slipped behind her back and unhooked her bra. His lips left hers and slowly trailed kisses down her neck before claiming one breast, lazily circling a nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh god,” Sophie moaned, her fingers wildly tangling in the strands of his dark blond hair. Derek emitted a guttural sound before quickly spinning her around and before Sophie knew it, she was lying across the desk, her hips on the edge, her pencil skirt pushed up to her waist and her thighs were spread wide. Derek wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed the length of his hard erection against her pulsing core. He covered her body with his, burying his face in her neck.
“No, don’t,” Sophie breathed. She was on the verge of panic, but was also lost in the blaze of her own desire.
“Shhh, I won’t. Just let me feel you this way,” Derek whispered thickly in her ear. He began to rock gently against her, one hand under her right thigh, stroking the underside, the other hand cradling her head to receive the demand of his lips. He tasted her lips and then her breasts, driving her mindless with the need for release, but she was afraid to ask for it. She wanted something to fill her. Him.
“I want…I want…”
“You want me where, Angel?” Derek purred against her lips, his crotch grinding maddeningly against hers.
“I don’t know…Please…”
The hand on her thigh moved between them, and Sophie felt his fingers brushing against the moistness through her silk underwear before nudging it aside and slipping within. She was close, wound so tight, she felt his thumb flick her swollen clit, she mewled softly and continued to writhe beneath him. One long finger spread her delicate folds and prodded her at the entrance and that’s when she froze. Again. Her body was caught between the need to reject and the need to give in. She broke out in a cold sweat. Derek felt her pulling back into herself and withdrew his hand.
She tried to push him off, but he held her down. He had both hands suddenly on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. She started panicking. “Let me up! Let me up! I swear, I’ll scream!”
“Look at me. Sophie. Eyes on me,” Derek ordered.
“No!” Sophie squeezed her eyes shut.
“Angel, open your eyes. Look—At—Me.”
His voice was a gentle caress that had a soothing effect that held her growing panic at bay. Sophie blinked her eyes open and stared into concerned chocolate ones.
“Breathe, Angel. It’s me, Derek. Not anyone else.”
Sophie felt a warmth envelop her, driving the chill away. Her panic was receding.
“It’s OK, Sophie, just breathe and keep your eyes on me.”
Sophie concentrated on her breathing while keeping her eyes trained on Derek’s. After a few minutes, he gave her a crooked grin. “Feeling better?”
Sophie grinned up at him. “I am. Thanks.”
Derek knifed off her and gave her a hand up. Helping her straighten her clothes, he murmured, “This is promising.”
“It is,” Sophie replied, smiling shyly.
“I’ll call you tonight on the SAT phone,” Derek said. “What time do you think you’ll be home?”
