And I didn't care.
Not when she was kissing me like this. Not when herhands were in my hair, and her leg was wrapped around me, and every soft sound she made went straight to my core.
I broke away from her mouth and kissed down her throat, and she tipped her head back against the wall, breathing hard.
"We should stop," she whispered, but her hands tightened in my hair.
"We should," I agreed, kissing the hollow of her throat.
"This doesn't change anything."
"It changes everything." I lifted my head to look at her, and her eyes were dark and dilated and full of want. "You know it does."
"I don’t, I can’t.” She pulled me down into another kiss instead of finishing, and this time it was even more desperate, even more consuming.
I lost myself in it. In her. In the way she tasted and felt, and the small sounds she made when I kissed just below her ear.
My hand slid down her side to her hip, my thumb brushing the strip of skin where her shirt had ridden up, and she gasped against my mouth.
"Wyatt," she breathed again, and I was starting to think I could live off the sound of my name on her lips.
"I know," I said roughly. "I know we shouldn't. I know it's complicated." She pulled me into another kiss, effectively shutting me up, and I stopped trying to be reasonable.
Her hands were under my shirt now, her palms flat against my stomach, and the feel of her touching me like that made my head spin. I kissed her deeper, harder, until we were both breathing like we'd been running.
When we finally broke apart, both of us gasping for air, I rested my forehead against hers.
"Jesus," I muttered.
"Yeah," she agreed shakily.
We stayed like that for a long moment, just breathing eachother's air, her leg still hooked around my hip, my hand still on her waist.
"That was,” she started.
"A mistake," I finished for her, even though it hadn't felt like one.
"The worst idea," she agreed, but her hands were still under my shirt, her thumbs tracing patterns on my skin that were driving me insane.
"We can't do this again," I said.
"Definitely not," she whispered.
But neither of us moved.
I kissed her again, softer this time but no less intense, and she melted into me with a sigh that I felt all the way down to my bones.
This was dangerous. This was exactly what we'd both been trying to avoid.
And I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
The sound of gravel crunching in the driveway shattered the moment like a shard of glass.
We both froze, her hands stilling on my ribs, my lips still hovering just above hers.
Headlights swept across the barn entrance.
"Expecting someone?" I asked, but I already knew from the way her entire body had gone rigid that she wasn't.
