The combination of Jennifer's whimpering and the grinding of her hips against his made it impossible for Wes to ignore how hard he was getting. Jennifer was an amazing kisser, and he had no doubt that she had to be amazing in bed. He grunted softly at that thought and thrust his hips back against her, fighting the urge to moan.
"I want you," he said huskily, breaking the kiss. "Let...let me show you how much I want you. I'm no...expert or anything, but I want to..." He couldn't think of quite the right way to say it. 'Have sex with you' sounded goofy and clinical. 'Fuck you' sounded too raw and hollow for what he wanted it to mean. And 'make love to you' sounded kind of dorky. "I just...want you."