Stay with Me

He crosses his arms over his chest, mirroring me. “No. You?”

I shake my head no and push away from the counter, walking slowly toward him. I’ve never done anything like this in my life, but damn it, look at him. I’m a grown-ass woman. With needs. I can fuck whomever I want.

“What’s your name?” he asks, surprising me.

“I told you it was Lia the other day. Did you forget already?”

“No, your full name.” His arms are still crossed over his chest, and his eyes are almost green now as he watches me intently. “What is Lia short for?”

“Amelia,” I reply.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” he murmurs, letting his arms fall to his sides.

“Thank you.” I feel myself softening toward this man, and I barely know him. “Thank you, by the way, for coming to my rescue tonight. I’m sorry for dragging you out of bed.”

“It’s okay,” he says with a half-smile that sets my blood moving hotter through my veins.

“I’m going to touch you,” I say, not meaning to say it out loud, but now that I have, what the hell.

His eyes narrow. “If you touch me, I’ll touch you back.”

“Man, I hope so.”

“I didn’t have time to tuck condoms in my underwear,” he says, making me laugh, and I immediately send a telepathic thank you to Will as I reach for my bag and pull out the condoms.

“I have it covered.”

“Was I a sure thing?” he asks.

“I’ll explain later.” I toss the box onto the counter and leap into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and plunging my fingers into his thick hair. He spins, pins me against the wall, and his mouth takes over, claiming mine.

His lips are smooth and sure, working my mouth like a musical instrument. He’s thorough. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this.

His hands are cupping my ass, holding me up, but I want them all over my body.

“Countertop,” I murmur breathlessly against his mouth.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

I grin. “I want your hands free so you can touch me.”

“Can’t argue with that.” He carries me effortlessly to the kitchen island and sets me down carefully, pulling my ass to the edge so he can prop his crotch, and his hard cock, against mine. “Your pussy is hot.”

“So damn turned on,” I reply, pulling him back to me. He buries his face against my neck, licking and biting and sending me into crazytown. “You’re good at that.”

“Just wait, sweetheart.” He quickly reaches for the box of condoms, grips it in his teeth, and lifts me, carrying me to the living room. He lays me on the couch and lets the box fall to the floor. “Now I can reach all of you.” He pulls my panties down and buries his face in my core, showing me exactly what his magical mouth can do.

And holy fucking hell, it’s magical indeed.

I arch my back, my hands gripping his hair, and cry out as the first orgasm washes over me, leaving me breathless.

“So fucking beautiful,” he mutters, kissing the insides of my thighs and up my stomach to drag his tongue over my navel. He grips the back of my tank in his hands and simply rips it apart, tugs it down my arms, and throws it over his shoulder. “They’re already puckered for me.”

Holy shit, the things this man says! I don’t know him, and sleeping with strangers isn’t my M.O., but there’s something about Wyatt that makes me want to throw caution to the wind.

Or burn it altogether.

“Your mouth is incredible.” He’s wreaking havoc on my breasts. I’m scissoring my legs, silently begging him to fill me.

“What do you need?” he asks against my jaw.

“You, inside me,” I reply immediately, tugging his Calvin Klein’s down with my feet. “Right now.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” He reaches for the condoms and makes quick work of suiting up. He grips my hips and moves to flip me over, but I shake my head no.

“I want to watch you,” I say, and his eyes narrow. I do not want him looking at my ass.

Vinnie told me I had a fat ass all the time. This moment is too sexy to worry about what Wyatt thinks of my ass.

He spreads my legs wide, propping one foot on his shoulder and staring down at me with glowing eyes. “Are you sure, Amelia?”

“So fucking sure.”

He’s gripping his cock firmly, and we both watch as the head disappears into my wetness. I sigh and then gasp when he pushes farther, filling me up.

I haven’t had sex in close to three years, but I’m pretty sure it’s never felt like this.

“God, you’re tight, baby.” He leans down, bracing himself on his elbows. “I want to go fast, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“This doesn’t hurt,” I reply and turn my head so I can kiss his wrist. “Not at all.”

He clenches his eyes closed and begins to move in earnest, his hips thrusting faster and faster, pushing harder. My legs are wrapped around his waist, tightening, needing him deeper.

“Wyatt,” I grind out. “Jesus, I’m going to come again.”

“Yes.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and that’s it. I come undone, bucking against him. I can’t feel my fingers or toes. I don’t remember the last time I felt so . . . good.

He cries out and succumbs to his own orgasm, every muscle in his fantastic body tensing. I can’t stop touching him.

Finally, he pulls away, kissing my nose, then my forehead, and smiles down at me. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hall.”

He walks off, and a few seconds later, I hear the toilet flush. Once I’ve caught my breath, I sit up and rub my hands over my face. I just fucked a stranger.

And it was bloody amazing.

“Are you okay?” Wyatt asks when he comes back to the room. I peer up at him, pulling my hands away from my face, and smile.

“I’m better than okay.”

“Good.” He smiles and cups my face in his big hand before leaning in to kiss me gently.

“Thanks for coming over,” I say, knowing that it sounds lame, but I don’t have any idea what else I should say in this situation. I stand and gather my things. “I’ll sleep for sure now.”

“You’re kicking me out?”

“Yeah.” I turn back to him and shrug. He can’t stay the night. “This isn’t a sleepover.”

“Give me your phone.”

I narrow my eyes at his bossiness but stand and throw on my panties and top, then walk to the kitchen to retrieve it and pass it to him. He raises a brow. “Unlock it, please.”

I bite my lower lip and press my thumb to the home button, then pass it back. Wyatt taps on the screen before giving it back to me.

“I may not be staying tonight, but I will see you tomorrow.”

“Look, this was just—”

“What, Amelia? It was just what?”

“We fucked.” I shrug and then feel shitty at the sound of the words. Because I don’t know if that’s all it was. “And it was fun.”

“We fucked,” he agrees. “I was already intrigued by you. You can bet your perky little ass that I want to know more. So unless you already hate me, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”

“I don’t hate you,” I reply and smile softly. He scoops me up into a big hug, then plants those magic lips on me again before walking out the front door, only wearing his underwear. When the door is closed, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.