Just out of routine, he sauntered into the room and straight into his closet to hang up his gun belt. Only as the realization in his peripheral vision hit him did Derek stop dead in his tracks. It wasn't as if they didn't have sex over the past weeks but she hadn't been this level of forward. Ever. Maybe she'd climb on top of him now and then but usually he'd been the one to initiate or spark the move somehow. Not this.

There was an immediate surge below his belt and Derek slowly grinned accordingly. "You look good enough to eat," he uttered huskily. "This what you meant by dinner?" He didn't shed more clothing than he already had (gun belt, socks, shoes), more interested in closing the distance and getting a look up close and personal. His grin amplified to the point it reached his eyes. Yet it wasn't a smile of finding something funny or teasing other than the teasing she was doing to him.