Wes let his hands stroke over her body slowly, almost lazily, and he chuckled at the way she rocked her hips over his. It might have struck him as strange that he could go from the night he'd had to fucking Kenzie on his deck as the sun warmed the morning chill from the air, but he'd always been extraordinarily good at compartmentalizing, and now was no different.
A flick of his hand had the lounge chair reclining back, and he held her hips to guide her with him as he scooted down a bit so they could both be more comfortable. And then, he set out to revel in his superiority over the fucker he'd nearly killed last night, marveling at how wonderfully responsive Kenzie was to him.