Derek felt her part from him and he started to move to chase her before he realized what she was about to do. He caught her easily, hooking an arm under her backside and pressing his other hand flat against her back, more than happy to oblige to the second kiss. Everything about her from the taste of her to the sound of her heart racing was intoxicating and he never wanted to put her down or stop, but eventually, she parted again and Derek took a deep breath as he looked back at her.
I'm still mad. Of course she was. Derek wasn't foolish enough to think that kissing her was going to erase all the upset that had come with the pain he'd put her through. "I know," he whispered back, attempting to give the words a voice and failing.
As much as he didn't want to put her down, Derek did, then. They were both soaked now and he wasn't all that cold, but she probably was and Derek recognized that. "...do you want to toss me down the bag?" he asked. "Just, I don't know if me walking up there this soaked is a great idea, I'll just be dripping all through your house..." he pointed out apologetically.