Ruin(42)

His eyes darkened as he pulled his finger away and then touched his lips to mine. I heard someone clearing a throat but really all I cared about was the fact that Wes’s lips were pressed against mine. He tasted like coffee and sugar, and wow, what I wouldn’t give to spend every morning with that taste in my mouth.
“Ahem,” Melda said again.
We broke apart. I could feel my face erupt into flames. Wes bit down on his lower lip and looked innocently at Melda. “Sorry, Kiersten’s just a messy eater. I was helping her clean up.”
“So that’s what the kids are calling it these days.” Melda’s eyebrows rose as she stirred the remaining frosting and dropped it onto the last few rolls. “Now, I only have one rule for Thanksgiving.”
“What?” I asked, reaching for a roll.
“Stay out of the kitchen.” She smiled and the wrinkles around her eyes crinkled with mischief. “Young Wes used to hide in the cupboards and scare me. Just last year Wes tried it again and I spilled turkey all over the floor.” The twinkle left her eyes as she wrung her hands together and licked her lips.
“Tragic death for that bird.” Wes shook his head and pulled Melda into his arms. “I promise we’ll be good.”
“You.” Melda poked his chest, clearly forgetting her sadness. “Stay away from this area. I’ll call you when I need you, until then, try to occupy yourself.”
Wes’s eyes turned to mine. “Hmm, I think I can find something to occupy myself.”
Pretty sure I was that something. Not that I cared. He held out his hand, I gripped it like a lifeline.
Melda shook her head and handed Wes a large plate full of rolls. “Here you go. Why don’t you go into the breakfast room and have some protein and juice. I’ve set up the breakfast bar for you two, so you won’t have any excuses to come back in here.”
“She’s really thought of everything.” I laughed.
“Thanksgiving is her favorite holiday. She doesn’t want me ruining it.” Wes took my hand and led me into another large room different than the one we ate in last night. “And this is the breakfast room.”
The room was entirely covered in windows on the east side. The sun was already up, but I could tell why they ate there in the morning. It was beautiful and warm, almost like a sun room.
“Juice?” Wes called from behind me.
“Sure.” I went over to the table and sat facing the windows.
“So.” Wes rubbed his hands together. “You ready to knock some more things off that list of yours?”
I took a sip of juice and nearly cried. It was the perfect mixture of sweet and pulp. “We gonna go bungee jumping on Thanksgiving?”
“Nah.” Wes put some of the roll in his mouth. “We’re going to skinny dip.”
I choked on my juice.
“Of course, we can’t do that in broad daylight. After all, what would Melda say? Swimming lessons first, nakedness second.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask what third is.” I didn’t chance looking at him and losing my composure. I mean, I hadn’t kissed a guy before him.
“Kiersten,” he purred, his lips close to my ear. “You mean to tell me you don’t know what comes after being naked?”
Oh. My. Hell. Somebody open a window. His hand grazed my arm as he chuckled deeply into my ear. My body was tense with nervousness and anticipation as his hand made its way up to my shoulder and then he cupped my neck pulling me closer so our lips were nearly touching.
“Cranberry sauce.”
“Wh-what?” I shook my head. “That comes after being naked?”
Wes’s eyes lit up. “Of course, I mean that is how you wrote the list right? Or am I missing a few in between?” He tapped his fingers against his lips. “Maybe I have it mixed up, but I’m pretty sure you still haven’t done that.”
I shook my head no, not trusting myself to speak.
“Then it’s settled.”
“Right.” My voice was hoarse. “Swimming. Naked. Cranberry sauce.”
“SNC.”
“Awesome, like a code.”
Wes pulled back and popped some more food into his mouth. “Exactly.” He reached into his pocket and then his gaze furrowed for a few brief seconds before he pulled something out and kept it in his hand.
My eyes were trained on his hand as he kept it clenched tight.
Weird.
I turned my head and looked back out at the Puget Sound.
“So…” Wes’s hands were both empty as he braced himself on either side of my chair, his hands massaging my shoulders. “What do you say we eat some more breakfast and then go get ready for a morning swim?”
“Is it going to be cold?” I asked like a five-year-old not wanting to take swimming lessons.
“Heated pool,” Wes answered. “Besides, it’s not as if you won’t have me to warm you up.”
“Probably shouldn’t be doing any warming when we’re naked.”
“You sure about that?” His hands froze on my shoulders. Holy crap, what was I supposed to say?
“I mean, that’s wilderness 101, naked bodies rubbing together to create heat, friction—”
“Good thing we aren’t in the wilderness.” I laughed, trying to kill the sexual tension that was making me want to turn around and throw myself at him.
“I’d say it’s a pity.” Wes’s hands left my shoulders. I almost slumped over onto my plate but kept my body rigid. “Need a suit? I can grab you an extra if you do.”
I didn’t even want to think about why they would have extra suits.