Page 153 of Our Deceptive Heat
“Very. I should be asking you that, though.”
“Your bed is nice. A lot of space.”
He’s right about that. A king-size bed is wasted on me when I sleep alone, but I’ve always liked a lot of space. “Yeah, well, I got a good deal on it.”
He snorts. “I bet. So, how you liking it here? Was it worth the move? Other than being near Evan, of course.”
“I like it. It’s a quaint little town.”
Derek laughs again. “Who says quaint? I don’t think I’ve heard that in casual conversation.”
“Are you …” I sit up and look down at him. “Are you teasing me?”
His face grows serious, but his eyes are dancing with humor. “I would never.”
Grabbing his arm, I pull him closer to me and start tickling him. “You are!”
His high-pitched laughter is light and sweet, music to my ears.
“Say sorry,” I tease, my fingers dancing over his sides as I continue to tickle him.
“No!” he laugh-shouts. “I didn’t do anything. Okay, okay,” he says with a giggle as I drag my fingers under his throat and closer to his armpits. “I’m sorry, I give up, I’m sorry.”
I stop tickling him and lean over him, watching the mirth dance on his face as he catches his breath. “No more teasing?” I ask, staring down at him with a mock stern face.
Again, he giggles and shakes his head. “I didn’t say that. I’m just sorry about this time.”
Laughing, I slide closer to him and settle closer, my fingers poised to tickle him more. “Oh, yeah?”
Derek shrugs, humor in his eyes. “Maybe. Unless you persuade me to stop.”
“How will I do that?”
“I have some ideas.” Before I can stop him or object, Derek wraps his legs around me, puts his arms around my neck, and pulls me down for a deep kiss.
Chapter 7
Derek
What the fuck am I doing? Yes, I wanted my mouth on Keith, more than anything, but I shouldn’t have just assumed he wanted to kiss me back.
I pull back, eyes wide, and an apology on my lips. Then Keith says, “Fucking finally,” and draws me closer, kissing me with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.
Groaning, I wrap my arms and legs tighter around him, not wanting to let him go. Since I started coming over last week, I was hoping Keith would make a move on me. I wasn’t sure if he still wanted something more with me. We probably should have talked about it, but he makes me so nervous. It’s like having a high school crush.
He’s been nothing but nice to me and I thought he was flirting with me a few times, although I couldn’t be sure. When I tried to flirt back, it didn’t seem like he caught on, so I dropped it. I figured we would actually be friends and forget all about the club.
But feeling him on top of me, the warm weight of his belly brushing against my clothed skin made me come alive, and I had to kiss him. I’m just glad he wanted the kiss, and I didn’t violate him by pressing my lips to his.
Keith’s strong arms wrap around me and I melt, moaning into his mouth as I let him take ownership of the kiss. His hands are sure and strong as they hug me close.
After he’s kissed me like he owns me, he pulls his mouth from mine and breathes in deeply. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I ask in a whisper, my lips tingling, wanting more of those soul-shattering kisses. “I kissed you. I should apologize.”
His warm breath teases across my lips as he chuckles. “Never apologize for that.” He lowers his mouth once more, kissing me slow and sweet while my heart hammers in my chest.
The kiss we shared that night in Bangers was short and I didn’t taste his mouth nearly enough. Now that I have, I don’t think I can let him go. To hell with what Evan has to say. I want this man and I want him badly.
