“Then I won't say it,” he agreed, his breath tickling my lips.
My next inhale was all him. His scent wrapped around me, and his breath was tickling my lips.
I leaned my forehead onto his and pushed my nose to his. There was barely any space between our lips now, and I wasn't sure how else to let him know I wanted this. I wasn't going to reject him. Not again.
“Fuck,” Dex muttered, his hand sliding to the nape of my neck as he closed the distance and pressed his lips to mine.
This kiss was different from all the others before. It wasn't rushed, or wet or sloppy. It was the perfect amount of pressure, and the slow, exploring pace drove me crazy.
He kissed me like he had all the time in the world, while I greedily opened my mouth, inviting him in further.
Derek adjusted his grip on my head and slid his tongue to meet mine.
Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids, and I moaned into the kiss.
It never felt this amazing to kiss someone. He was skilled and confident, guiding me, yet allowing me to explore every inch of him.
We broke apart, panting and in need of air.
“This was...” Derek muttered.
“Incredible,” I finished, making him grin.
His lips planted kisses all over my cheeks and forehead, making me melt into him.
“You have no idea how long I've waited to do this,” he confessed into my ear in between kisses. And if I wasn't already, I started my dangerous freefall with no means to stop it.
I just hoped he was there at the bottom, waiting to catch me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
DEREK
That kiss was incredible.
And that's coming from someone who has kissed many girls. Way too many to even count. But none of them compared to kissing Rosie.
The physical pain I felt these past weeks was all worth it when our lips locked for that first time. It was worth every torturous second I lay in bed thinking of her. And definitely worth the trip I'll be taking to hell for kissing my teammate’s sister.
I was breaking rule number one of the soccer team codex. Okay, maybe it was number two. It's not like I would have read it if there were such a codex.
The best part was that despite my deep desire to make the kiss last forever and potentially be the owner of Rosie's V-card, this really wasn't about sex.
I cared about her on a deeper level. Somewhere along the way, she became my go-to person, and that scared the shit out of me.
I was always up for a fun time, but I was never in it for the long run. As I held this precious girl in my arms, I realised I would have taken her any way I could.
Teammate's sister.
Friend.
Lover.
Mine.
No matter what, as long as she was in my life, I was content.
"I think we should get going," I muttered into Rosie's hair. She lay in my lap, her eyes still glued to the starry sky, searching for something.
