Matchpoint

Chapter 44:

Warmth wraps its arms around me. It feels as if my body is running on thick, sweet honey. I'm full. Pleased. Content. Any word you could imagine to describe happy.

I'm happy.

And it's the boy lying in the bed beside me that's made me this way. It's him who has made me feel as if I'm walking in a field of daisies. He's even got me listening to those cheesy Taylor Swift songs...Lord knows I'm a Charli gal.

I roll over in bed, the covers creeping down my torso as I do so. Dom's orange hair has been sparked to life by the morning sun. It's taking a lot to not reach out and brush my fingers down his jaw.

I'm definitely already in love. Fuck.

Then, before I can roll away, Dom's eyes fly open, and a grin has already made its way across his face. "Admiring me, Dunn?" He whispers with that sexy morning voice. It's so croaky, so sexy.

"Maybe," I whisper in response, and that just makes Dom smile harder.

"Don't tell me you're already in love," he snickers, not realising the weight of his words. I chuckle nervously but avoid the statement by plastering my lips to his.

His hands reach up, grabbing fistfuls of fallen hair into his palms before cradling my head and guiding my body closer to his.

I release a satisfied grunt as he lands me down against his heaps. There's already heat building. We can't help it.

His hands slide from my hair, down my back before resting against my backside. He takes me in his hands and rolls forward ever so slightly.

"This isn't the warm-up routine we have planned," I gasp as his lips move down my neck, and he continues to suck on tender skin.

"It's still cardio," he mutters dismissively. Admittedly, my cheeks heat up in an instant. Okay, Dominic. That was pretty fucking smooth.

"You're dangerous," I rasp as he slowly rolls my hips against his.

"Tell me something I don't know," he mocks my commentary from last night. Smug bastard.

Smug bastard I love.

Just as my lips hover against his chest, I hear a loud ping to my right. Since when did a phone become a cock block?

I go to reach for it, but Dom catches my arm and pins me down to the bed. "Just stay in the serenity with me a little longer, please,"

"It could be Stack," I give him a serious look, but Dom still holds onto those puppy eyes.

"For all she knows, we're on a morning run," Dom offers with a smirk, slowly leaning down and kissing convincingly down my neck.

"You're distracting me," I groan, loving the way his hands hold my waist so delicately.

"I'm doing nothing you don't want," he grins, knowing he's right and that I'm honestly in no rush.

I want to tell him to fuck off, but I'm to preoccupied by his lips on mine yo even argue. Yeah, I'm so fucked.

"Round three?" Dom sniggers from above me, and I shove his face.

"You're crude," I push up so that I can flip us back over.

Ping. My phone goes off again, and it draws my attention away from the gorgeous boy below me.

"I should check that," I mumble, once again leaning over to swipe my phone. But Dom is strong, and he holds my waist tight so that he can grab the phone first. Curse his long tennis arms.

"Clove, it's just texts. You can look at them later." Dom pleads, holding my phone just out of reach.

"But what I'd it's important?" I question, gifting him a sly smirk.