“I didn’t like how you left,” he said, still standing in her foyer.
“I’m not really good at goodbye, and I didn’t want to make things weird.”
“The only thing that was weird is you assuming we had to say goodbye at all.”
“What?”
“Why does it have to be over?So you live in Atlanta?It’s not the moon.”
“Okay, but I thought we were just, you know…”
“Hooking up?”
“Yeah, weren’t we?”
“I think it started out like that, but we were way more than just hooking up by day two, Shelby.I don’t want to stop seeing you.But I need to know what you want.I haven’t been sleeping well, and am still feeling confused about running for sheriff, but I think it all comes down to you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, because if you’re done with me, then I’ll leave here and go back to my life in Sandy Point.But if you aren’t done with me, and think you’d like to see where this thing could go between us, then I think I should consider a move to Atlanta.”
“Move here?”
“I lived here before.I liked it.And every city needs cops.Or maybe I do something in finance, like I’d started to do after college.”
“But your family is in Sandy Point and you’re as much a part of that town as the old lighthouse.They depend on you; you take care of everyone.”
“Maybe I don’t need to do that anymore.”He took a step closer, almost closing the space between them completely.His hands captured her face.“Maybe I need you more.”
And then he was kissing her, and she forgot about the argument she was making.Instead she fell right back into his arms and couldn’t think of a single reason they shouldn’t do this.
His hands were moving down her body, peeling off her clothes and he only moved his lips off hers long enough to get her T-shirt up over head.His teeth skimmed each of her tight nipples before his hands pushed her pants down her hips and then he hiked her up to straddle his waist.Lifting her up to set her bottom on the sideboard against the wall in the foyer, the cold material hit her skin in complete contrast to the heat he projected.
“I’ve missed this mouth,” he said between kisses and then one hand slipped between them, his thumb teasing her clit.
She bucked over him.“I need you inside me,” she begged.
His lips smiled as he kissed her deeper.“Not nearly as much as I need to be inside you.”
He had her wet and throbbing with just his words.His hips pushed her legs open wide and he undid his zipper and took his rock-hard length out, stroking himself through her wet folds.
“Is this what you’ve been wanting?”
“Yes.Please, Wes.”She gripped his shoulders and looked down, watching his strength on full display.His forearm flexed while he tortured them both with each stroke and then, with the tip lined up, he thrust in once, giving her just a sample of what she craved.
“More,” she breathed, biting her lip.
He thrust in again, this time sucking in the air through his teeth, as if it took every bit of restraint not to plunge deep inside her.He was making them both crazy.
This time she leaned back against the wall, jutting her hips out to take what she wanted, and he smiled.
“My little wild one, I’ll always give you what you want.”
Then with one more stroke he was buried as deep as he could get and they both held their breath.His hands gripped her thighs and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close.“I want you.”
“Good, then you have me.”
Neither of them spoke about what that meant.Was it the sex, was it more?They just spent the rest of night giving themselves up to their raw need to possess each other.
