Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Shelby
Lines Have Been Crossed
Waking up to Wesley’s mouth on her body probably rated at the top of the best and most surprising mornings.
Three days ago they were strangers and now he knew her body better than any man she’d ever known.
Granted she hadn’t slept with many. But before she could dwell on it, his tongue licked up the back of her thigh before he rolled her over.
The heat of his breath on her folds had her spreading her legs voluntarily.
She could feel his chest vibrate and hear his muffled laugh beneath the covers.
He continued his kissing path up her abdomen before capturing her nipple in his teeth and it instantly responded, pebbling into a tight nub.
It ached until his entire mouth enveloped her breast in a hot kiss.
Then his mouth moved farther up her collarbone while at the same time he settled his hips between her thighs.
Stroking his length between her other lips, teasing her relentlessly.
“Wesley, please,” she begged.
Without a word he pressed into the precipice of her, then paused as his mouth moved up along her neck. She arched up closer to him.
“Shhh, I’ll give you what you want. I’m just trying to savor you,” he whispered into her ear and then slowly slid inside her. Filling her, making her whole.
“Emmm, yes, this,” she said as he began to rock in and out of her. She gave everything she had to him, knowing today the roads would be cleared and she wouldn’t have any excuse to stay. Not that he would ask her to.
But everything faded away as Wesley’s muscular body hovered above her, and he kissed her like he was desperate for her.
They both took their time enjoying each touch and luxuriating in the buildup before he looked her in the eyes and sent her over the edge and joined her in ecstasy.
After they showered, Shelby found her clothes freshly washed and folded on his dresser.
“You washed my clothes? When did that happen?”
“Last night when you fell asleep,” he said, as he pulled on what looked like his work pants and a black T-shirt.
“Thank you.”
“I feel bad I didn’t make sure we grabbed your other luggage. And you can’t go home wearing my clothes. That wouldn’t go over well.”
“If the roads clear, I’ll be staying at my grandfather’s house.”
“You’re not staying with your parents?”
“Not if I can help it.”
He looked like he had more questions, but his phone started lighting up with texts and then ringing.
“Hart,” he said, answering and ending their conversation.
She watched as he put on a thick belt, pulling his sidearm off the dresser and looping the belt through it so it was snug on his waist. Then he attached his badge.
“Alright, I’m headed there in ten minutes.” Then he hung up and faced her. “I’m going to make some coffee; take your time. I don’t have a hair dryer, sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’ll be quick. Sounds like you’re needed at the office.”
He walked toward her, and she thought he was going to kiss her but then he just gave her a side smile and kept walking. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
Grabbing her clothes she suddenly felt self-conscious and walked back into the bathroom.
Once she was dressed, she tried to towel-dry her hair as best she could, and then just put it into a braid.
How did a one-night stand end when the guy was your high school crush and you know you’ll see him again around town.
Just as she stepped out of the bathroom there was a loud knock and the doorbell sounded.
Wes finished pouring two mugs with coffee before he went to get the door.
Holding a cup to her lips she blew on the fragrant brew, Wesley Hart was good at kissing and making coffee, among other things.
But before she could take a sip, a familiar voice sounded from the door and she froze.
“How the hell are you still warm in your bed when there are roads to clear?”
“As I noted for you yesterday, Mayor, the sheriff’s department isn’t responsible for plowing roads. But it looks like you made it into town just fine, which means Beach Boulevard was cleared, so there was no need to make a house call.”
Before she could run and hide in the bathroom, her father looked over Wesley’s broad shoulders and spotted her.
“I see, too busy shacking up with some unsuspecting woman to do your job.” But then her father squinted his eyes and moved to step past Wes.
“Shelby Bell Shepherd, what the hell are you doing at this fool’s house?”
“It’s not what you think. My truck got stuck in the snow, and the inn was full.”
“So you shack up with a Hart?”
“Dad, I wasn’t snacking up.”
“I slept on the couch,” Wes lied, and pointed to the pillow and sheets still there from the first night.
“Get your things—we’re leaving,” her dad barked. She hadn’t seen the man in over three years, and he thought he could just barge in and order her around.
“Actually, after I get my truck out of a ditch I’m headed out to Pops’s house.
Seeing as how neither you nor Mom bothered to check on me to see if I was alive during the blizzard, I doubt postponing my visit home another day will matter much,” Shelby said, standing her ground, and trying not to be upset that Wes was quick to pretend like nothing had happened between them.
“I asked Jenkins garage to fish your truck out last night—looks like he got it. It’s parked out front,” Wes said.
“Great.” She took a swig of her coffee and then moved to grab her smaller bag, then she stopped at the door where she put on her short leather coat, and boots. She smiled to herself about how unprepared she’d been for the blizzard, but how it had afforded her one of the best nights of her life.
“Thank you for rescuing me in the blizzard, and for the coffee,” she said to Wes and struck out her hand as her father watched their exchange.
“You’re very welcome, Ms. Shepherd. Try to find some proper snow boots before you end up with pneumonia this winter, and a real coat,” Wes said with a grimace and handed her a hat instead of shaking her hand.
“Good idea.” Then she walked past her dad and carried her bag to her truck that sat out front. “I’ll see you later, Dad.”
But her dad looked like he was too busy giving Wes a hard time to worry about her. No surprise there.
Her truck fired up fine and she eased out onto the road, swallowing the lump in her throat. It wasn’t like she’d expected any poetic ending to their time together. Maybe it was for the best her dad had eliminated the chance for her to say the wrong thing.
She’d been in town for less than seventy-two hours and she’d slept with her high school obsession, pissed her dad off, and was already totally crushing on Wesley Hart, again. Assuming she’d ever stopped. Quite the homecoming.