Phone and keys were left on her table closest to the door. He greeted her with a heated kiss, walking her back and letting himself in. The kiss was his answer in agreement to her statement. Derek caught sight of the flush on her skin and now covered nipples that created tents under the fabric that attempted to cover them up. "What's all this? You didn't have this on when I got that last pic," he muttered into her mouth.

He had a lot of nerve. Derek was wearing a heavy sweatshirt over a t-shirt with equally heavy jeans and boots. Winter had started so he was lucky Angie hadn't worn more to open the door. He pulled off both sweatshirt and underlying t-shirt in one swift motion. His jeans might have not been lightweight but there was a definite bulge of the state she put him in. He was ready, willing and able.

"What was that you said about my face?" he quipped devilishly while hands made quick work of the t-shirt on her body. They tried to occupied themselves rather than touch her skin directly before getting a chance to warm up. Granted, the fast and furious trip over kept them from being ice cold.