“No, I’m perfect.”She used a napkin to clean him up before leaning forward and kissing him.
He held her hands to help her stand and then used another napkin to wipe away the dampness between her legs.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known,” he said.
“I’m not usually so bold—you bring it out of me.”
He reached for her clothes and helped her get dressed again.Then opened a bottle of water for her.“Come sit with me.”
She sat between his legs with her back against his chest and he wondered how he could have ever resisted her the first night she stayed with him.
“Maybe next time we can just get a room here,” he suggested.
She just nodded but didn’t say anything and he wondered what might be holding her back.But he didn’t want to risk ruining what had been a perfect date so far.As difficult as it was to find Shelby, he had a feeling holding on to her would be near impossible.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Shelby
The Losing Kind
The introvert inher was feeling overstimulated, and her fingers inched to get to her laptop and write.But Wes didn’t seem to mind her quietness on the drive back to town.He just turned off his truck after pulling into Pops’s driveway, parking out front.
“Shelby, I know you aren’t in town for me, and you’re not sure how long you’re staying.But I really want to see you again and spend as much time as possible together while you’re here,” Wes said.He reached out and lifted her hand up off her lap and threaded his fingers with hers.
“I feel like I have to remind myself I’m here to help Pops and look after him.My dad basically threatened to put him in a home, so I need to make sure everything he needs is well managed.”
“I understand.We actually hired someone to look in on my gran a few years back, and now we have a nursing student who works part-time for us.I could ask if she knows anyone else looking for a similar setup.”
“That’s a great idea.Thank you.Being back in this town is good and bad.”
“If you want to talk about it I’m here.”
She just nodded.“I better go check on Pops.”
“I’ll walk you to the door.”
Before she could tell him he didn’t need to, he was out of the truck and rounding the front to open her door.Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much at how sweet and chivalrous her high school crush was.
“Your mama really raised you right,” she teased as he opened her door.Then looped her arms up around his neck, practically begging to be kissed.
He enveloped her in his arms and leaned down.“Guess she didn’t count on my date being so eager for a goodnight kiss.”His mouth met hers in the sweetest peppering of kisses that he trailed over her cheeks, her eyes, and down to her neck.
“I would invite you in, but I think Pops would feel like a third wheel.”
“Can I see you tomorrow?I could cook something on the grill for you and Pops?”
“Okay, I guess if we’re doing this then Pops should be the first one to know.”
He squeezed her close, lifting her feet off the ground.It was dusk but the house sat in shadows.
“That’s odd.Pops usually puts the porch lights on every night at dusk.It’s one of his little rituals,” she said, unease settling in her stomach.
“Maybe he was giving us some privacy,” Wes said, taking her hand and walking her up the path.
She fumbled for her keys in her bag.“Thank you for today—it was amazing.”
“I’ll just wait here while you make sure everything’s okay.”
