Page 60 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

“If I make it feel better, would you still sue me?”

Only if you stop touching me right now.

His breath fanning across her skin made the small hairs on the back of Sienna’s neck rise at attention. Warm water still pouring over her skin from the faucet, Sienna lifted a shaking hand to shut it off. Beau slid his hands from her shoulders down her back, leaving a trail of tingles under the fabric of her T-shirt and a deep, warm ache blooming through her body. She closed her mouth tightly, so he might not hear how heavily she was breathing.

“What about your neck?” His lips were at her ear. “Does it hurt too?”

“Now that you mention it... ” Beau brushed her ponytail to the side, smiling into her skin, and Sienna gave up trying to reach for a paper towel and gripped the sink with wet, slippery hands.

Sienna hummed, but she felt Beau’s slick grin tighten, and he pulled his lip between his teeth when she told him, “You could kiss it and make it better.”

Beau let out a whisper of a groan, one Sienna felt vibrate from his chest against her back. “God damn, Sienna.” The low growl of Beau’s voice made Sienna clench her thighs together. “What else? I’m willing to settle out of court. I’d make it worth it too.”

Her head rolled back, laying on his shoulder, and Beau inhaled her greedily. All Sienna wanted was to settle the damages in bed.

“Lower?”

Gulping, Sienna nodded as his fingers crept to the bottom of her white T-shirt. He lifted it, rubbing the dip of her back softly.

“Here?” he asked. His lips continued to rain small kisses into the valley of her collarbone.

Here? Here is where I die.

Sienna shivered as Beau’s hand slid from her back, along her side, until it was flush against her stomach, and he pulled her back to him. One of her hands fled the sink, reaching to wind her fingers in the short hair at the back of his head when Beau circled his hips.

“Fix me,” she managed to whisper as he pressed harder into her ass.With your mouth, with your body. With every part of you.A whimper left her mouth when Beau’s hand swept up her middle.Because I’m still kind of broken.

The kiss in the planetarium had been too much and not enough all at once. Beau’s mouth, his breath, his tongue dancing with hers, the way his hands danced with ease across her body made Sienna’s head dizzy and her body burn. The buzz within her cranked the wheels, and she was the one who kissed harder, who untucked Beau’s dress shirt in search of his skin. When his hand flew to her wrist, pulling it back, she whimpered into his mouth as he slowed down his kisses. He quickly pulled away, led her to a chair, and tugged her onto his lap. They spent the rest of the evening there—her legs dangling over the side of the chair with Beau nuzzling her neck, as if her skin was more fascinating than the large display of stars on the ceiling.

Beau growled into her ear, “I’ll fix it, I promise.” His tongue traced his words, and Sienna’s eyes sprang open between pants.

Forgiveness was one thing. But now, alone and no longer semi-breaking and entering, the war between her mind and body sobered her enough to lean forward and seek distance from the lustful cloud Beau had swept her in. Her movement only pressed her ass harder into him, and Sienna grew further torn between her doubtful mind and her body screaming for more.

“Beau.”

He mumbled incoherently against her skin, the verse of a love-drunk song he was begging her to sing along to.

“Beau.” Sienna held her breath, fingers painfully bending into the sink, and Beau’s kisses and movements halted with his hand palming her breast, his thumb no longer circling.

“I’m sorry,” Beau said with a heavy sigh, stepping back.

Sienna took a deep breath. “I need... I need a little time.” She couldn’t say the other words that were brewing within her.There’s no protecting my heart and coming back from that with you.

After Beau had left for Florida State, Sienna needed no time with anyone the moment she realized that physical intimacy with a guy in her English class filled the hole Beau left in her heart fairly easily. It didn’t matter that Sienna didn’t know his last name, his favorite color or food, or that she lost her virginity on a creaky dorm room bed with the fitted sheet only covering two corners of the mattress. All that mattered was that someone wasthere.

And here Beau was, not just trying to fill that hole but fill it with happiness and cement it shut so Sienna would have something beautiful to carry with her the rest of her life. But Beau had dug that hole himself, burrowing pain and heartbreak all the way into her soul.

Twisting to face him, she tucked a loose strand behind her ear and let her fingers run down the path Beau’s lips had left down her neck where her skin still burned. “I’m not trying to punish you.”

“I wasn’t thinking.” He let out a small laugh. “Actually, I have been thinking. Only about you since the other night, and I’m getting ahead of myself. You need time. You don’t need to explain more than that.” Beau ran a hand over his jaw. “This is a redo, not a pick right back up. You should be wooed before all that, anyway.”

Sienna laughed.

“What?” Beau asked with a curious grin.

“You’re the only person who’s ever wooed me.” She watched the smile fall from Beau’s face, and it was like a punch to her gut. “This might be old, but it’s still new for me.”

And I don’t know how much of a piece of my heart I can give you now. You took so much of it already. And I forgive you, I swear,she told Beau in her head.But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten.

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