She glanced down at his shorts and couldn’t miss the growing interest. Her throat worked as tingly heat spread all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. “Oh.”
“Right. So maybe I should take it from here before this gets embarrassing.” He released her wrists.
Her hands were still on his waist, and she knew she was supposed to move them away. This was venturing into the deep end. They weren’t there yet. She needed to back away. Splash around in the shallow end and get used to the water. But instead, all thought spilled out of her head. She gripped his hips harder, leaned forward, and pressed her mouth to the spot between his pecs.
Wes stilled, his body going rigid beneath her kiss.
She kept her lips there, his skin salty and warm, and let her hands travel up his abdomen, exploring. He let out a soft moan. One of desperation. Of barely there restraint.
His response sent bravery bubbling up inside her. She lifted her head. “Wes?”
His face was tipped back toward the sky. “Yeah?”
“You said earlier you were afraid you’d try to talk me into something. You wouldn’t have to talk me into anything right now. But I’m tempted to talk you into some things. Tell me not to.”
A harsh breath whooshed out of him, and his big hands cupped her jaw as he caught her gaze. “You’re asking me to talk some sense into you? You’ve got no shot at that. I can’t see straight right now. You’re all wet and undone, and having your slick hands on me… Bec, all I can think about is taking you inside and stripping you out of these wet clothes and making you feel good. Hell, I’m not even sure I can wait for the walk to the apartment. The driver’s seat is starting to look pretty roomy. And the windows are still too dirty to see through.”
She laughed at that. “Wesley Garrett, I am not getting naked with you in a dirty school bus.”
“I thought we weren’t supposed to be getting naked at all. I thought we weren’t going to rush,” he reminded her.
“You’re right. We probably shouldn’t rush. But…”
“But?”
“But whose rules are we following?” she asked. “I want you. You want me. We’re grown-ups. I know what this is.”
“And that is?” he asked carefully.
“Fun, Wes. Just fun between friends. And I want to have fun with you.”
“Naked fun,” he said, his lips curving.
“Yes, but not in a dirty school bus.”
He grinned wide. “It was the lack of shirt. I told you.”
She looped her arms around his neck. “Nope, it was the books. I’ve been hot and bothered and completely distracted since. Entire sexual fantasies have been woven. Filthy thoughts have been had.”
“Filthy?”
“Does it still count as filthy if it involved soapy water, roaming hands, and a lot of tongue? Things got very, very clean.”
“Fuck.” He kissed her then, stealing her breath, and then broke away just as roughly. “You’re killing me.”
“Sorry?”
“Don’t be.” With that, he grabbed her and lifted her off her feet.
She gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist. “You’re going to drop me.”
“Not gonna happen.” He carried her toward the condo, leaving all their supplies behind. “I swear I didn’t bring you here for this.”
“I know.”
“But damn,” he said, holding her tighter, “I’m glad it’s now.”
She laughed and kissed him. “Me too. Now is awesome.”