“Fuck it.” Derek’s mouth crushes down on mine. I squeak into the unexpected kiss, opening for his tongue, toes curling in my shoes, and I swear my head goes so light I might float away. My hands wrap fists into the front of his T-shirt, and when Derek finally pulls away, my whole face feels flushed. “I needed that,” he sighs. “You needed that? I was a second away from begging for it.”
