Page 55 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout
“Are you going to make a wish now?” Beau’s words kissed her skin delicately, a far contrast from how hard his heart was thumping.
Eyes focused on his mouth, Sienna shook her head.
Beau frowned.
“No wish. But I’ll tell you a secret.”
Her fingers traced his lips, the shape, the length, the tiniest space between them, catching the quick breaths Beau let out, struggling to find his voice. “What’s that?”
Green eyes found his beneath the dim light. “My favorite time star gazing with you never was on the roof.”
Beau swallowed heavily when she dropped her hand.
“We weren’t even outside,” Sienna whispered, moving closer.
Beau’s hands found her waist, his fingers spreading, palms pressing into her hips. The silent sigh that left Sienna’s mouth floated over to his own, and he let himself drink it in, knowing that as soon as he swallowed it down, he would need another hit.
“We were in my bed.”
Beau would never forget—he could never forget—the way Sienna’s soft lips moved against his the first time, how achingly familiar she felt beneath him even though they had never been in that position before. It was something new and old at the same time—a welcome home as if both of them had left, or maybe, Beau had wondered,as if it were meant to be this way all along.
Beau wet his lips at the memory. Sienna had only stopped kissing him that night to tell him a second wish.
“Dancing in the rain,” Sienna panted.
Beau had to force his eyes open, fighting the spell she had put him under. “What?”
“I want to dance in the rain with you,” she told him. “I love the rain now.”
He raised an eyebrow. “The rain ruined your birthday.” When Sienna smiled, Beau wanted to lean forward and taste the grin.
“No. The rain was the best part.”
Beau wouldn’t let her stop him then. “Wish list,” he said, capturing her mouth again.
“You made two wishes that night.”
Sienna’s nose grazed his when she nodded.
Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Beau shook his head when she pushed closer. “Say it. Wishit,” he whispered, the beat of his pulse pounding in his ears.
Tell me to kiss you, Beau thought.Beg me to.
The desire for nostalgia angered his body—his hands on her waist, which wanted to grip Sienna harder, his mouth, which wanted to kiss her and never stop. But Beau needed to hear that even though they were different, some things remained the same.
“Which one?” Sienna asked.
“Well, there’s no rain on the forecast. The first one. Wish it,” he demanded again with a growl, fighting his body’s impatience.
Sienna tilted her head back, her eyes narrowing in curiosity, but she didn’t ask Beauwhyhe wanted and needed to hear her say it. Instead, she broke their gaze and glanced down at their bodies a breath apart.
“Wishes are for kids.”
“Wishes are forus.”
Ignoring him, her hands slid up his stomach, drawing goose bumps beneath his shirt. It was only another way his body was screaming and fighting to get to hers.
“Wishes are for kids,” Sienna repeated before her eyes finally found his again as her tongue peeked between her lips quickly. “And there’s nothing childish about what I want right now.”
