Page 7 of Cross Check My Heart
Everything I had let myself believe for the past five years was complete and utter bullshit. Kissing Dom is literally like fireworks and all that other fictional shit.
Hell, just remembering the way he looked at me as he tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear and waited until I gave permission for him to kiss me, made me feel more than anything Cam ever did. If all he did was hold me like this, the smile on his face would have almost been worth it.
Almost.
Dom leaves no space between us, his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me to him. His other hand slides down the side of my neck as he tilts my head back. When he runs his tongue along my bottom lip, there’s no stopping the small moan that escapes. Without missing a beat, his tongue sweeps in, effectively wiping away all thoughts except for one.
This man’s lips are made for kissing, and I want more.
I need more.
I’ve lost track of time, but slowly, the sound of everyone cheering around us begins to register in my mind. Do all kisses make you forget everything and everyone around you? Or is it just Dom’s kisses?
I pull back, opening my eyes while I try to steady my breathing and rapid heart rate. Even soaked from the rain, he seems so calm and steady. If anything, the rain makes him even more attractive. His black hair is starting to slightly curl and fall out ofplace, it’s not long, but it’s enough to run your fingers through. Water drips from his hair and runs along his cheekbones, getting lost in his perfectly trimmed beard.
Dark blue eyes twinkle as he watches me with a picture-perfect smile spread across his face. He’s watching me as if kissing me was the best decision he’s made in a while.
And now I’m overthinking the way he is looking at me.
Needing to break the intense feeling of his gaze, I finally turn away and immediately find Paige. Which is something I regret instantly.
Paige has one hand clutching Garretts bicep as she gawks at us. Literally, her jaw is wide open as she stares at me and Dom. The only thing stopping me from turning the shade of a tomato, is that Garrett is too caught up in watching Paige instead of us.
I glance back at Dom, flashing a sheepish smile before finally stepping out from his arms with the hope that doing so will clear the fog his kiss has left me in.
Fun fact: It doesn’t.
My whole body is still very much aware of how it feels to be pressed against him.
I glance toward Paige again with wide eyes. She doesn’t need to say anything for me to know I look slightly crazed and completely unsure about what just happened. Clearing my throat, I decide the best thing to do is to act like I’m not questioning everything I’ve been led to believe about kissing and intimacy.
It’s just a kiss. One that I’m overthinking simply because he is the first man to kiss me since the breakup.
He’s also the first person to ever kiss you likethat.
No. It was just the heat of the moment caused by the excitement from the team winning and the fans cheering.
There is no way it meant anything more to him.
Needing to break the building tension from the fact that Paige and Dom are both watching my every move, I put on what I hope to be a brave facade and scan the crowd around us. At some point during our kiss, the rain stopped. People pour out from the arena, cheering and celebrating the team winning as they add to the slightly overwhelming mass of people lingering out front.
“Soooo…was that it for plans for the night? Do we go get drinks or do I get to head home and trade my soaked clothes for comfy sweats?” I choose to ignore the cough that Dom lets out in an attempt to cover his snicker.
Paige blinks a few times, gaping at me as ifshewas the one who just had the earth-shattering kiss and doesn’t know how to move forward. Removing her grip from poor Garrett’s arm, no doubt leaving the imprint of her nails behind. She smiles brightly and shakes her head.
“Nope. Wet clothes will not be the excuse you use to crawl back into your hole.”
I pout while glancing down at my wet shirt, the white now turned see through, revealing glimpses of my lacey light blue bra beneath.
“Well excuse me for thinking you would want me to be comfortable.” I grumble.
She smirks as she glances at Dom, who I’m all too aware of as he stands behind me, before looking back at me with trouble dancing in her eyes.
“I’d say you’re more than comfortable.” She turns on her heel to face Garrett, effectively dismissing my question about going home. Not that I mind staying out later, I wouldn’t have gone out with Paige if I was expecting to be in bed before midnight.
“Do you guys want to grab a drink with us?”
Garrett glances at Dom before looking back to Paige with a wide smile.
