People came up to say hello to us, to congratulate us and chat about my store or Wyatt抯 surf shop. At one point, I yawned, and Wyatt squeezed my arm.
揧ou want to go home??
I nodded. Home. When he said it like that, it hit me right in the heart. Wyatt抯 house was home and I had been there a week. How could I go back to my place now?
Something passed through our gaze. The green of his shirt made his gray eyes pop, and his gaze turned hungry as it dropped to my mouth. My face was hot. I was hyperaware of where I touched him, where his hands gripped me.
揥yatt, you抮e gorgeous,?I told him with a small smile.
This should be the part where I normally would remind myself that Wyatt wasn抰 my type. That he wasn抰 forever-material. That he didn抰 want something long term, that he didn抰 want something to tie him down to Queen抯 Cove when he might be leaving in a few weeks.
I couldn抰 remember any good, concrete reasons why Wyatt wasn抰 my type.
揧ou抮e the only guy who抯 ever made me feel like this.?The words slipped out and my breath caught. A hint of panic hit my bloodstream and I swallowed, watching Wyatt抯 face carefully.
These past few months, I had grown, but I had also grown around him. Not far from town, there was a forest trail where someone had left a bike against a tree decades ago, and the tree had grown around it. They were one now. There was no cutting them apart without destroying the bike or killing the tree.
My heart clutched hard. That was like Wyatt and I. He was part of me now.
Wyatt nodded, watching me with a funny expression on his face. Sad, almost. 揑 want to be the right guy for you.?His hand rubbed up my back to touch my hair.
揙nce we get home,?I bit my lip and his gaze flared. Heat pulsed between my legs. 揧ou can give me another lesson.?
Hunger passed through his eyes and he nodded slowly. His hand gripped my waist. 揕et抯 go.?
26
Hannah
Wyatt抯 hand seared my skin the entire way home, resting on my bare leg above the knee across the front seat of the car. My window was down and my hair whipped around. The breeze was welcome against my warm face. Inside my shoes, my toes wiggled with anticipation.
Wyatt and I were totally going to have sex.
I swallowed, bit back my nervous grin, and shot a sidelong glance at him. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel but other than that, he was cool and calm.
Of course he was. He抎 had sex tons of times. Probably hundreds.
Me? Three. Three times. Three sub-par, disappointing times with a guy I didn抰 care about, who didn抰 care about me.
I blew a breath out.
揌ow ya doing, bookworm??
I nodded and met his gaze. Concern, with hunger in the background, subdued. Like he was holding it back.
I was about to tell him I was fine, but something didn抰 want me to lie to him. It was Wyatt. He had slowly become something more to me. My stomach flopped and I bit my lip again.
揑抦 nervous.?
For a second, panic streaked through me at the possibility that we were on different pages. Maybe he had no intention of taking me home and us going all the way. He glanced between me and the road and his hand moved up to cover mine. He gave me a quick squeeze that made my heart skip.
揗e, too.?
揧ou are? Why??
A rueful smile passed over his face. 揑t抯 you, Hannah. It抯 different.?
His words made my heart beat harder, and a few beats were just for him. He pulled the car onto his street and parked in his driveway. We both stayed seated and he turned to me.
揥e don抰 have to do anything.?His Adam抯 apple bobbed as his throat worked. He watched my expression carefully. 揥e can go inside and hang out or read or go straight to sleep.?He lifted a shoulder. 揙r I can take you home if you don抰 want to stay here again.?
I shook my head. 揑 don抰 want to go home.?I took a deep breath and summoned that bravery thing I had been practicing all night. 揂nd I don抰 want to go to sleep yet, but I do want to go to bed.?
Wyatt抯 gaze turned hungry and his jaw clenched. 揘ice line.?
I snorted. 揑 thought so.?I glanced down at his lap. His erection strained against the fabric. The sight of it, the physical proof of his attraction to me, made me ache between my legs for him.
Wyatt wanted me, and I wanted him. When I put it that way, it was so simple.
I leaned over the front seat and kissed him. He kissed me back, pressing gentle kisses to my mouth. Slow kisses. Too slow. Too chaste.
I tasted him and the slow glide of my tongue against his pulled a noise of disbelief and pleasure from his chest. One of his hands came to my hair and the gentle pull against my scalp sent sparks down my spine.
揕et抯 get this show on the road,?I said against his mouth in between kisses and he laughed silently, his breath tickling my face.