A smirk curls the corner of his mouth. “What a shame. My sincerest apologies. Please”—his voice dips, teasing and intimate—“continue.”
I inhale a shaky breath.
“Why did you barge into my room?”
“I knocked,” he says easily. “You opened the door. I’d hardly call that barging in. I wanted to make sure nobody saw me. Rule number one, right?”
Shit. He’s right, but there’s no way in hell I’m admitting that to him.
“That still doesn’t answer my question.”
“What question?”
“Whyare you in my room, Wesley?”
He tilts his head and something shifts in his expression—small, but unmistakably wild.
“Well, I was under the impression we had…a special arrangement.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one that matters.” His voice roughens. “Unless you changed your mind.”
My stomach flips. “No.”
I never pictured my first time being a secret quickie, let alone with his dad and brother under the same roof. And then having to sit through dinner, pretending nothing happened. Pretending Wesley didn’t deflower me right before we—
He pushes off the door, slowly stalking toward me with a controlled patience that feels more dangerous than if he’d rushed. Every step forces me backward. My heartbeat rises to my throat until I’m backed into the dresser.
“We shouldn’t,” I whisper, the words barely audible.
“I know.” His breath brushes my cheek. “Trust me, I’ve been trying to remember that.”
His gaze drops to my mouth before returning to my eyes, and my body betrays me, leaning into him like I can’t bear another second without touching him.
He slides his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifts me onto the dresser in one fluid, effortless motion.
“Wesley—”
“Shhh,” he murmurs, standing between my knees and sweeping his thumb along my jaw. “Drop the blanket, Sadie baby.”
My fingers tremble. “Someone could hear us.”
“They won’t.” His eyes darken and the corner of his mouth lifts. “Not if you stay quiet for me.”
Every inch of me prickles with anticipation. Before I can overthink it, I loosen my grip on the blanket, and let it slip down my body.
He watches it fall. Watches me the entire time. His chest rises and falls likehe’sthe one struggling.
“Fuck.”
He takes another breath.
Then another—and then he lowers to his knees.
My heart slams. “Wesley—wait—”
“Do you want this?” he murmurs, eyes lifting to mine. “I need to hear you say it.”
