Dark Passions

42.

Meredith sat rocking the baby, staring thoughtfully out the window. It was a cool spring evening, and the soft damp air coming in the window was fragrant with the fresh scent of rain. Michael stirred and yawned contentedly, snuggled against her breast. He had finished feeding, and she was happy just to sit and hold him, marveling at the sight of him. He was a healthy, strong child, his hair black as Derek's, his eyes the same shade of green as her own. "Well, my little man, you are certainly sleepy, aren't you?" she cooed at him, as his eyes, fringed with impossibly long lashes, swept shut. He was two months old now, and Meredith cherished every moment with him.

The sound of the door opening made her look up, and she smiled as Derek crossed the room to kneel beside her chair. He kissed her cheek, and looked down at Michael. "I should be jealous," he murmured, stroking the baby's downy cheek.

"What do you mean?"

"He has all your attention, and the spot where I could be teasing you with my mouth," Derek said, raking his eyes over the exposed breasts. Rounder and more luscious than ever since the baby, he was longing to bury his face against them himself. It had been far too long since they had indulged in enjoying each other, and he was feeling the frustration. "Meredith..." he whispered her name, capturing her mouth under his.

"Derek...please...let me put him into the cradle," Meredith sighed softly, feeling a heat wash through her, as he kissed her more passionately.

"My love, let me take him. You just wait there for me," Derek grinned, gathering his son into his arms. "I am capable of doing this, you know." Meredith watched him as he tenderly laid the baby into the cradle, arranging the blankets around him. For a long moment, Derek watched him, making sure that he was still sleeping, before he turned back to Meredith.

Kneeling down again, in front of her, he took her hands in his, searching her face with his hungry blue eyes. "Meredith, it's been two months now, since the birth, and I hope you realize how much I need you," he murmured hotly, leaning in to rain kisses along her jaw, and her throat, finding the soft hollow where her pulse was fluttering. "And how much I adore you...and the son you have given me...you are amazing..."

Meredith sighed, as the silken robe fell off her shoulders, and he followed the material down her arms with his lips. A rush of love intensified her feelings, and she caught his hand, looking into his handsome face. "I love you..."

Derek stroked her cheek, and caressed the line of her jaw with the back of his knuckles. "I love you more than life, Meredith," he assured her, leaning in to brush his lips across hers, more gently this time. Her fingertips drifted along the back of his neck, twining into his thick hair. His tongue slid in between her lips subtly, tasting and teasing, until the kiss deepened with volcanic heat.

The front of the dressing gown gaped open further, and Derek eased the rest of the buttons open, tugging the material away from her skin. His lips drifted to her throat, finding the sensitive spot at the side, and he nibbled softly until she gave a faint moan.

"Derek...oh...I feel so tired...I don't know if this..."

"Shhh..you don't have to think, or do anything...just let me touch you. It's been so long, sweetheart," he whispered against her throat.

Meredith relaxed against the chair, breathing deeply, feeling dreamy and passive. She felt him move away for a moment, blowing out some of the lamps, leaving only a few flickering candles glowing warmly. The golden light danced across him, and she watched him pull his shirt off, his chest gleaming and taut, so that she drew her breath in. As he knelt before her again, her hands slid across the muscle and firm warm skin of his shoulders, reigniting the spark of desire in her core. He reached inside the open front of her dressing gown, and cupped her breasts in his gentle hands. His thumbs smoothed over the nipples, stroking, teasing, until they jutted out into firm peaks. He leaned forward to take one in his lips, and she gasped, leaning back against the chair. He pinched her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, a light but persistent stroke that made her dig her fingertips into his shoulder. She felt warm and responsive, every part of her focused on the slow and deliberate seduction of his mouth and his hands.