Nope. Nope, nope. This was definitely not the time… The guy just admitted he wasn’t sure he was ready for another relationship. Things between them were complicated, and there was Marissa to think about…

But his gaze fell to her lips, and she could see his breath pick up with the heaving of his chest. So she hadn’t imagined things the week before. Wes Sharrun did want to kiss her.

As if on autopilot, she dropped the roller and moved toward him, her body not listening to any of her mind’s warnings. Standing on tiptoes, Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

Wes hesitated only a second before his arms went around her body, pulling her against him. She closed her eyes and sank into him, enveloped in the manly scent of his aftershave and savoring the taste of sweetened, spiked coffee on his lips.

Her fingers tangled into the back of his hair and she deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

His grip tightened at her waist, and then his hands slid higher around her ribs as he held her close to his body. Eager, hungry lips and hands—his and hers—frantic, unthinking, they explored and caressed until she could barely breathe.

She didn’t want air; she just wanted him—his kiss, his touch…

She was kissing her high school crush and he was returning it with as much passion as she was giving. No kiss had ever felt this intoxicating. No touch had left her craving more the way his did in that moment. Nothing else mattered right now. Just years of unrequited feelings mixed with weeks of chemistry and sexual tension came out of her in a whirlwind of pure emotion…zero logic.

Her hands cupped his face when she sensed he might pull away, and he groaned as he rotated them and pushed her up against the wet wall. His entire body connected with hers as he continued to steal her breath away.

Far too soon, he broke the connection between their mouths, gasping slightly for air as he rested his forehead against hers. Wes opened his eyes, and a look of guilt mixed with panic at the realization of what he’d just done. “Shit. Sorry, Sarah.” He released her and ran a hand over his face.

She had no idea what to say, so she remained silent as she peeled herself away from the sticky paint, leaving an imprint of her ass on the wall.

“That should not have happened,” he said as he took a step toward her. “Sarah…”

She shook her head. “It’s fine.” Totally wasn’t fine. “That was a silly thing to do. I’m not even sure why I thought…” Mumbling incoherently was all she could muster at the moment. Her cheeks were flushed, and she could still taste him on her lips.