Dark Passions

62.

The next afternoon, they were content to sit in the shade of the oak tree at the edge of the back lawn. Michael tried to catch Shadow, the puppy, who wiggled and barked happily, keeping just out of reach. Meredith drowsed against Derek's lap, as he played with the strands of her hair escaping from it's arrangement. "Do you think you will be well enough to travel to Kate and Alex's wedding?" he asked.

"Hmm...I hope so, I'm feeling good, and I know she would like to see us there."

"It's not a bad road there, and we can take it slow, stop as often as we like, make love at some of the inns," Derek grinned suggestively, as she peeked up at him. She laughed, and turned to lay on her back, catching his hand.

"Rogue, is that all you think about?"

"Vixen, it's all your fault - you cast a spell on me, I think." He moved his hand across her chest, feeling the warm skin under his palm. His fingers toyed with her nipples that he teased away from the dress.

"Derek, what do you think you're doing?"

"Having my way with you," he laughed, bringing her up onto his lap, and nuzzling her throat. "No one is going to bother us out here, they know better."

"Even so, Michael is still here," Meredith reminded him gently, even as Derek's hands pulled at her gown.

"I can see him from here, Meredith, and he's quite occupied with that little scamp. I just need this right now..." Derek said softly, pressing his mouth along her chest.

"Derek..." Meredith twisted around to check on the baby, seeing him nose to nose with Shadow on the grass. Michael's eyes were fluttering shut. "I see your son is cooperating with you."

"Good boy," Derek chuckled, pulling her closer.

"So you had best kiss me now, sweetheart, while you have the chance," Meredith urged him.

"Gladly," he replied, claiming her mouth. Meredith surrendered to the seduction of it as always, their passion igniting. Her fingers slid through his hair, bringing his head closer.

"M'lord...you have the most wicked mouth," she sighed. Meredith would always remember their first kiss, that day in the stables. And she felt as breathless now as she had then, anticipating what else he would do to make her tremble.

"And you have the most luscious body," he murmured, circling her still slender waist. "You still tempt me to distraction, just as you did from the moment I saw you."

"Derek, I was soaking wet and bedraggled when you first saw me. Hardly ravishing..." Meredith protested.

"I know, but I still fell in love with you then, even if I didn't realize it," he said, thinking of her wet body nestled against his that day. His hands now rested at her hips, as he kissed her gently - her lips, her throat, her shoulders. He pulled the thin cotton gown away with his teeth, so that it dropped off her shoulder. Leaving a hot trail of kisses and nibbles, he inched the gown lower. Due to the heat, Meredith had dressed in a simple gown, forgoing the usual stiff undergarments. "I like this..." he told her, as her breasts spilled out into his hands freely. His tongue followed, dampening her skin, so that her nipples puckered wetly in the warm wait.

"Derek...we should stop now..." Meredith whimpered, caught between wanting him, and the need for restraint.

"Sweetheart, we're dangerously close to the point of no return," he groaned, his cock demanding, hips flexing against her thin dress, letting her know just how much he wanted her.

Meredith turned her head again, looking back at Michael, and at that moment he woke up, emitting a little wail of confusion. "Oh, poor baby..." Meredith sighed, pulling her gown back into place. She looked into Derek's passion darkened eyes. "Your son suddenly has bad timing," she murmured, kissing Derek's mouth softly before she moved away from him.