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I care for you, I would hate for you to think I didn’t.”
    He pulled her arm gently and she took a tiny step closer. Wes’s warmth suddenly surrounded her, his scent, a tangy combination of spice and citrus, teased and tormented her. She tilted her face and her breath caught. He was so close. Inappropriately close. And she wanted him closer.
    “You care for me because we’re old friends Jane? Just old friends?” he murmured, his voice seductive and low.
    She swallowed. Everything was getting blurry except for Wes. And he was in such sharp focus that he practically gleamed in the moonlight.
    “I-I don’t know anymore,” she admitted, then bit back a breath of shock. What was she saying?
    His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak. Jane knew he was going to question her… but she had no answers. Everything was so mixed up. Her world had gone from perfectly ordered and planned to upside down in a few days. Suddenly everything she knew, everything she believed had been turned on its head and she was lost.
    She couldn’t tell Wes the answers to the questions glittering in his eyes because she didn’t know the answers, herself. So she did the only thing she could think of. She stepped a fraction closer, lifted her mouth…
    And kissed him.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Jane was kissing him. Wesley’s mind screamed that fact, as if his body didn’t know it full-well. In fact, his burning blood was reminding him more by the minute as it rushed to incredibly uncomfortable places.
    Jane was kissing him. Jane was kissing him. Jane was kissing him .
    Over and over the words echoed in his mind until they erased everything else. The questions, the deceptions, the fears… all gone with the sweep of her lips.
    Except that she wasn’t really the one kissing him anymore. At some point, he had taken over and was kissing her. Thoroughly.
    His arms came around her petite waist, his hands splaying on the small of her back, cradling her against him until not even a whisper could have slipped between their molded bodies. She let out a little whimper that was lost in his mouth as he swept his tongue against the crease of her lips.
    She tasted so damn sweet.
    He had imagined her flavor so many times over the years he’d lost count. Sometimes it was all he could think about as he watched her across the room, her delectable lips moving while she spoke or smiled or laughed. He’d wondered if she would taste like ripe raspberries or musky vanilla. Fresh mint or tangy citrus.
    Now that he breathed her in, stroked his tongue across hers until her knees trembled and she fisted a hand against his chest, he realized he had guessed it wrong every time. Like with all other things, Jane’s flavor was unique. Yes, she was sweet and innocent, but beneath it all, as her breath hitched, he tasted her desire. She might not know it was there, or at least not know it by name, but he felt it in her body’s sway, heard it in every thump of her pounding heart… and he tasted it in the faint desperation and fear of her kiss.
    Jane wanted him.
    And that was enough to make him forget reason and prudence and everything else in the world but her. His embrace tightened and he found himself guiding her back into the shadows, closer to the stucco wall of the house, farther away from anything that would end this stolen moment. Far, far away from sanity.
    Their lips broke contact as her backside hit the wall. Jane’s head yanked up and she stared at him. The glow of the moon was the only light to pierce the deep shadow of the house, but in it, Wesley saw her dark eyes sparkle as she looked at him. He held his breath while he waited, fully expecting her to push him away. And truth be told, he was already formulating his next move once she did so. For one thing was very clear: now that he’d had a taste of Jane, there was no way he would stop himself from working to erase whatever feelings remained for David and making himself the man