“I do like you.” His gaze drifted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes.
I turned away, determined not to let my hormones get caught up in the fantasy of Wyatt Jones again.
“As friends, I know.”
“We’re friends, yes, but it’s more than that.”
My head whipped around to look at him. “What?”
This time he broke the connection and look
ed out over the water. “I like you more than that. What happened in the truck, happened because of you, specifically you, sitting on my dick.”
I swallowed hard. “Why did you say it would happen with anyone?”
He looked down. “Because you’re Ryder’s sister. There are rules. One is that you don’t touch your best friend’s sister.”
“Where’s that written?”
He laughed. “It doesn’t have to be written. It just is.”
Feeling surly, I said, “Your loss.”
He groaned. “I’m sure that’s true.” He looked at me and the intensity made my breath catch in my chest. He pushed my long light brown hair that I’d released from the messy knot I’d had it in earlier out of my face.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked out.
“I’m contemplating kissing you.”
That should have excited me, but it only hurt me again. I turned away. “Let me know when you make up your mind.” I shook my head.
“You don’t want me to kiss you?” I heard humor in his tone.
I looked at him. “If you have to think about it, what does that say about me?”
He looked at me as if I was speaking Greek.
I huffed out a breath. “What a woman wants is to be desired beyond reason. It doesn’t matter who her brother is. There is no thinking. There’s just an overwhelming need to be with her that is bigger than all that.”
“You make fun of the bro’ code, and yet girls seem to have more rules.”
“It’s not a rule, Wyatt. You’ve been conditioned to think girls will take any crumbs you give them because…well…around here all the girls are willing to do that for you. But deep down, they all want to be special. They want someone who wants them so badly they can’t see straight-“
“I see you just fine.” His hand slid around my neck and pulled me to him until his lips fused with mine. I’d had many years to imagine what kissing Wyatt would be like. In my dreams, it was good. The real thing was a million times better. It was everything the romance books said it would be and more.
When he pulled away, I clutched at him, not wanting him to get away. He rested his forehead against mine. “I’ve wanted to do that since junior prom.”
I lifted my head to look at him, disbelieving.
“A guy can want someone but also want to do what’s right. It doesn’t mean you’re less than if I bust my balls to control my wanting you.”
My heart went to mush. “So, what now?”
“I want to be with you, but I also don’t want to get my head bashed in by your brother.”
I laughed. “He’d be okay with this. I know he would.”
My brother Ryder was the most laid-back, accepting person I knew.