Amelia
Amelia had just gotten out of the shower when Wyatt arrived home, and they nearly collided in the hallway as she walked out of the bathroom.
“Oh, hey,” she greeted him. “I hope you don’t mind me grabbing a shower.”
“Not at all. I told you to make yourself at home here.”
Wyatthadsaid that, but she didn’t want him to think she was taking liberties and treating his house like a hotel.
“Did you see anything out there?”
He shook his head. “No, nothing at all. Either whoever it was has given up already and moved on to some other unsuspecting woman or we were both mistaken and there was no one following you, after all.”
Amelia suspected that might be true, but she didn’t tell Wyatt that because as soon as he believed the threat was gone, he was going to send her on her way again, and she hadn’t been there long enough for her to persuade him that they could be perfect together if only he gave them a chance. Perhaps she needed to be more cunning. It wasn’t as if she had all the time in the world. Maybe subtle just wouldn’t cut it. Maybe she needed to seduce him. Her dragon thoroughly approved of this plan.
As the thought came to her, Amelia noticed the way Wyatt’s eyes traveled down the length of her body and she realized she was standing half naked in front of him, the short towel that was wrapped around her barely protecting her modesty. And Wyatt was drinking her in like she was a tall glass of water. His intent gaze made lust soar through her body like wildfire. He must have realized that he was staring because he lifted his head to meet her gaze with an apologetic wince and while she held his gaze, she pulled on the towel a little to tug it loose before letting it fall to the ground.
“Oops,” she whispered. “My bad.”
Wyatt didn’t even bother trying to avert his eyes or pretend that he wasn’t checking her out, he stared lasciviously, taking in every naked inch of her before meeting her gaze again.
“What are you doing, Amelia?” he asked, his voice hushed and raspy in the silent hallway. His breaths were coming just as quickly as hers, and her heart was thudding in her chest as she stood before him, completely naked.
She stared at him for a long moment before saying innocently, “I don’t know what you mean. I’m not doing anything.”
Then she closed the distance between them and kissed him.
The second their lips touched, a low groan tore from his throat and he pulled her up against him, deepening the kiss.
“Nothing, huh?” he said against her lips.
She leaned back and met his gaze. It might not have been the right moment to say what was on her mind, but she needed to get it out anyway.
“If this one time is all I get with you, I’ll take it.”
An intense expression covered Wyatt’s face then he captured her lips roughly and kissed her long and hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth without apology.
As his tongue plundered her mouth, he reached down to grab the cheeks of her ass, before dragging her up against his body so that she could feel every hard inch of him. She delighted in the fact that his cock was hard, too. As the kiss grew frenzied, he pushed her up against the wall and thrust his hips against her, soliciting a moan. Amelia kissed him harder, reaching between them to palm him through his jeans. He grunted then lifted her hips, and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his thighs and hold on.
They kissed for long moments, hot and heavy, before his kisses became more languid and he started to tease her. He pressed his tongue into her mouth then retreated, making her follow. Wyatt carried her into his bedroom then put a knee to the bed and pressed her down on the mattress, coming down heavily on top of her. His heaviness, his warmth, and the intoxicating smell of him was perfection. Wyatt was everything she’d ever wanted in a mate and if he was willing to take a chance on her, she vowed to be everything he’d ever wanted in a mate, too.
When his kiss became softer, he pulled back then looked down at her with something bordering on reverence.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I could look at you all night.”
Her lips twitched. “Please tell me you’re going to do more than just look.”
Wyatt chuckled then shook his head. “You know, I think I’ve smiled more in the last twelve hours than I have in the last twelve years.”
“How come?”
He shrugged. “I suppose I haven’t had much to smile about.”
If Wyatt would let her, Amelia would spend the rest of her life making him smile, but she didn’t tell him that. She didn’t want to scare him off. There was a part of her that wanted to tell him every little thing that was on her mind and hoped that one day she would get the chance. For the time being, she satisfied herself with stealing another hot kiss.
He pressed his hips against her, and Amelia gasped.
“I want you,” she admitted hoarsely.
