A Night at the Wesley Page 3
He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. “I don’t think the name was meant to be taken literally, counselor.”
“Then you should warn a girl.”
“I will next time.”
“Next time?”
“Oh, there’ll be a next time.” He patted her behind, pulling her in closer to the curve of his body. “I’ve waited too long for there not to be.” His pursuing kiss was soft and sweet.
There would definitely be a next time.