Page 38 of Sex Positive

Does he remember when he made that flippant remark that resulted in so many changes for her?

His brows rise briefly, but she doesn’t give him a chance to reply, blurting, “And then, hopefully, we’ll progress to giving and receiving oral, and eventually penetration.”

He considers her. “So scientific and sexy. Giving and receiving oral, but no kissing?”

“It’s too intimate.”

With you, she doesn’t add.

“But receiving oral isn’t?”

She pulls her hand from his. “It’s a boundary—”

“You’re right.” He raises his hands. “I’m sorry. You’re the boss, and I will abide by your rules. I am at your disposal.”

Her stomach flutters. He’s arguing infavorof kissing her.

But it doesn’t mean anything. She would do well to remember the facts: Wesley Quinn is attractive and fit, occasionally intelligent, and sometimes funny. She can keep her feelings separate from the physical response her body has whenever he’s near.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. Behind the bar, ice rattles in the shaker as the bartender crafts a cocktail. “Maybe we can do something after the next study session.Afteryou’ve made progress.”

He winks. “A treat for putting in the hard work.”

Remembering the treat she gave herself a few nights earlier, her eyes snag on the curve of his lips, the lips that wove simple pleasure into her skin.

Trying to remain aloof about the fact that she’s discussing intimate sexual acts with Wesley Quinn in the middle of Archwood’s most popular college bar, she nods. “Exactly.”

“I’m alreadymilesahead of Foul Feet Colin.”

She laughs, shocked. “Stop!”

He grins, his eyes crinkling. “Shan’t.”

She covers her face with her hands so she doesn’t have to look at his dumb handsome face. He’s making her feel light enough to fly. “I can’t believe I told you that.”

His warm fingers wrap around her wrists, tugging them down. “Don’t hide. Your secret’s safe with me.”

She doesn’t pull away, and his stare lingers. He opens his mouth to speak, but an all-too-familiar voice interrupts.

“Oh,shit. Look how adorable this is.”

Nash Hudson stands at their booth, staring at them with gleeful interest.

Charlie retracts her hand like Wes has burned her. “Nash!” Her voice comes out too high-pitched. “Hi!”

A young woman with a graceful, elfin quality and long honey-blond hair styled in the sort of gentle waves Charlie will never achieve stands beside him.

When Nash laughs, Charlie can’t help noticing it’s nothing like Wes’s. “Elle and I wanted to grab a bite to eat. Mind if we join you?”

Without waiting for a response, he slides into the booth next to Wes, forcing him to shift toward the wall. Wes rearranges his face into a mask of cool nonchalance, but his mouth thins, and he shoots Nash a dark look when he nabs a fry off his plate.

“Elle, sweetheart, you wanna grab us drinks?” Nash hands her his card and winks.

When she departs for the bar, he turns his attention back to Charlie and Wes, his smile transforming into a leer.

“So, you two are back to fucking?”

Wes’s hands twitch.