Jen could hardly speak. Her words had gotten stuck somewhere between her mind and her mouth, and she could hardly think with her heart pounding in her ears. Her hands trailed down his chest, wanting to touch every inch of him, and she knew that this was it. This was the moment she had been dreaming about since their first encounter in the classroom. How could she deny herself of what her body craved for in the darkest hours of the night? How could she not acknowledge the thoughts that crossed her mind in the middle of class as she watched him work diligently? It was more than she could bear, and she could no longer control her feelings for him.
"I want you too," she replied, her lips seeking out his. It didn't matter to her that he wasn't an expert. Hell, she'd been with Seth, hadn't she? And he was certainly no expert. No, it wasn't the experience that turned her on. It was the fiery passion she saw in his eyes. He was young and alive, and he made her feel alive as well. "Wes," she said breathlessly, pressing her forehead against his. Her fingers found the top of his belt. She wasn't sure she could resist much longer. "I want you now."