He fisted her hair, soft, silky, thick. Pushing against the brake pedal, he lifted his upper body farther over the center console. Her lips slid across his, her tongue spiraling and teasing his in crazy sexual ways that made Wes think about how he wanted to move inside her body. He was rock-hard, his cock throbbing to the quick beat of his heart. He couldn’t think. He only knew he needed her closer.
He slid his hand down her back and leaned in, wrapping her small waist with his forearm. Her body was tight, her curves perfectly placed to fit him. He lifted her until the full swells of her breasts pressed against his chest. Her fingers slid into his hair. Tingles spread over his scalp and shot down his spine, adding pressure across his hips.
Ah God.
Wes let his hand roam down her back and over her ass cheek. Her ass felt as good as it looked, supple and taut. He squeezed the flesh then lowered his hand to the back of her thigh. When the skin of his hand met the warm skin of her thigh, Wes groaned into her mouth and pulled her closer.
This was not delirium. This was fucking euphoria.
He was about to pull her over the damn console and into his lap when she sighed into his mouth and reined in the kiss, lazily pressing her closed lips to his.
She finally broke off with a murmured, “Good God…” She pressed a hand to her temple. “I should have known you’d be a master with that mouth. ”
His heart thundered. His breathing labored. She tried to ease back into her seat, but he tightened the hand at her thigh. He kissed her jaw, her neck, scraped his teeth along her throat. Pleasure vibrated beneath his lips, and the sound pounded Wes with iron fists.
“All right Golden Boy. ” Her voice was light, breathless. “You’ve kissed me thoroughly stupid. ” She tugged gently at his hair. “But nothing else is happening here. Let’s not get crazy. ”
He pulled his mouth from her skin and pressed his forehead to her shoulder, trying to clear his mind. She eased her thigh from his grasp.
Let’s not get crazy.
Fuuuuuck.
He laughed at his own stupidity. Did he really think Rubi would do him right here in the convertible? On a public road? In the middle of the day?
A man could dream.
“See me tonight. ” He dropped another slow kiss to her shoulder. “After work. We can do dinner, drinks, a club… Anything you want. Just us. ”
She didn’t respond. But didn’t pull away. Just kept her hand deep in his hair, her fingers restlessly worrying the strands. When she finally eased back, she shook her head. “No, Wes. ” Her voice was deliberate but soft. A tone he’d only heard her take with Lexi. “I thought we understood each other. ”
He tried to focus on the affection in her voice, not the rejection in her words, and reached for her hand, threading their fingers. “Oh, we definitely understand each other. ”
“I’ve obviously pushed my teasing too far. I thought…you know…you understood it was just harmless flirting. ”
He tightened his grip on her hand. “You know it’s more, Rubi. ”
She smiled, but the expression was sad. “It can’t be. I’m sorry. ”
He wanted to shake her and tell her to knock it off. “You did not just kiss me like a friend. Or a flirt. You kissed me like you want me. ”
Guilt darkened her eyes. “I shouldn’t have. ”
“Rubi. ” He didn’t know why this was so important to him, but he needed to hear the words. “You want me. ”
Her fingers flexed beneath his. “You say that like it’s a secret. Yes, I want you, just like the other two-dozen women on the set today. You’re so damn hot, you singe my brain cells. As much time as we’ve been spending together, it’s a miracle I can think at all. ”
His frustration cooled. He released her thigh, skimmed his hand up her back, and cupped her jaw, lifting her face until her eyes met his again. Sexual intensity raged through his body like a fucking lightning strike. “I want to burn out every last cell in your body, not just your brain. But I’ll start there. See me tonight. ”
“Wes—”
“If you don’t want to go out, we’ll just stay in, and I’ll get a head start on shutting down every circuit you own. ”
Something shifted in her eyes. Or maybe it was her expression. He didn’t know what or why, only knew it signaled trouble.
“Is that what you’re looking for? A casual fuck?”
His head jerked back, the harshness of her words, said in such a soft, sultry voice, taking him off guard. “No. ” He suddenly understood. “I mean, of course I want sex, but I want this too. Us. Together. I want…all of you. ”