Page 90 of Better Than the Movies
“I should probably go talk to him before he opens your door.” His lips werealmosttouching my ear as he quietly spoke to me. “Okay?”
My eyes were barely open as I felt his hot mouth whisper over my earlobe.
“Libby?”
I shook my head. “Nuh-uh.”
That earned me a deep, dirty chuckle that curled my toes inside my shoes. His breath tickled my nerve endings as he said, “I’m good with staying if you don’t mind my dad seeing us like this.”
“Fine, go,” I muttered, and pushed on his chest, feeling somehow possessive of Wes Bennett as I reveled in the feel of his chest under my palms. His eyes went down to my hands for the quickest of seconds and his forehead creased, but just like that it was normal again.
I gave him a look and said, “I was done with you anyway.”
“Whatever, MissNuh-Uh.”His smile told me he knew exactly how much he’d affected me. He opened his door and said, “Be right back, Elizabeth.”
“I’ll be here, Wessy,” I said, which received more dirtychuckling before he got out and slammed the door behind him.
I adjusted my wet clothing and attempted to straighten my hair.Oh my God, oh my God, did that really just happen?I felt like Wes’s dad would be able to tell just by looking at me that I’d been making out with his son, but there probably wasn’t a lot I could do about that.
“Hey.” The passenger door opened and Wes leaned in. “He’s going to need Webb’s truck to get my car out so he’s just going to take us home and come back.”
I blinked and wondered why I hadn’t spent my entire life being awestruck by the sight of his face. I let my eyes stumble all over it. “Okay.”
His lips turned up into a sexy grin, and I swear to God, he knew what I was thinking. He put his mouth next to my ear and said, “I wasnotready for him to be here yet.”
I felt warm all over when he lifted his head and we smiled at each other. “I wasn’t either,” I admitted.
“Come on, kids—I’m gettin’ soaked out here,” Mr. Bennett yelled from somewhere behind Wes before he got into his car and closed the door.
Wes held out his hand, and when I grabbed it and climbed out of the car, he didn’t let go. Instead he laced his long fingers between mine, without looking at me, and led me over to his dad’s car in the pouring rain.
Wes Bennett was holding my hand.
He opened the back door… and a big box was on the seat.
“Other side,” his dad said, and Wes let go of my hand andopened the front passenger door for me instead. I got in, and he gave me a wink before closing my door.
I was in deep trouble because that wink straight-up made me light-headed.
“Thanks,” I said as he shut my door, ran around to the other side, and got in the back. Not only was it awkward, sitting in the front with his dad, but I desperately wanted to sit by Wes.
“Thanks for coming to get us, Mr. Bennett.”
“No problem, sweetie.” He buckled his seat belt and put the car in drive. “Last time I gave you a ride somewhere, you were pretty tiny.”
I smiled and remembered the time he’d driven all of us kids to Dairy Queen when there was a massive power outage. “Dairy Queen, right? That had to be ten years ago.”
He nodded. “That’s right.”
As he turned out onto Harbor Drive, I wished I could see Wes’s face and know what he was thinking. Was he freaking out like me—in the good way? Did he want to find a way to get together later and make out a little more?
Was he interested in me—like,reallyinterested?
Because I was beside myself with excitement, bursting with the utterahhhhh!that could only follow our little game of five minutes in the steamy car.
His dad started talking about the car situation, and he and Wes got lost in automobile talk all the way home as I stared out the window and replayed the kiss in my head. When Mr. Bennett pulled into my driveway, I grabbed Helena’s to-go bag and mypurse. I had no idea what to say, so I blurted out, “Thanks for the ride.”
“Of course. Nice seeing you, honey.”
