Page 31 of Charm Me

Chapter 13

Zoe

The last few hoursspent with my parents was awkward to say the least.

The awkwardness wasn’t just between me and my parents either. Wyatt and I also seemed to forget how to act around each other when my parents were around. I may have been a handful when I was a teenager and been responsible for most of my parents’ headaches during those years, but until last night, I’d never had sex under their roof.

My parents knew I was no longer a virgin, but still.

They weren’t so old fashioned that they’d expect me to sleep in a separate room from a serious boyfriend. But Wyatt and I were hardly serious. He wasn’t even my boyfriend.

Hell, I didn’t know what we were anymore.

Our professional relationship would never be strictly about business after the night we shared. The man made me come more times in one night than any other man had done in a week. Even if we walked away from this agreeing to go our separate ways with zero regrets, I’d never be able to look at him the same way again.

We went too far for that.

I felt too much.

What I didn’t know, was how he felt. Not really. If the way he fucked me was any indication of his feelings, he felt a hell of a lot for me. Even referring to it as fucked didn’t seem right. Because what we did was so much more than fucking.

Whatever concerns I had about how Wyatt felt, he put those to rest the second the truck was out of view of my parents’ house. He stopped, pulled me into his arms and kissed me with the same passion and need he had last night. All the awkwardness between us vanished and was instantly replaced with heat and desire.

Even now, sitting across from each other on the plane, I could feel his heat like a blazing fire ready to burn the plane from the sky. He wanted me, that was certain. But how much and under what circumstances?

“Wyatt?” I hated how shaky my voice sounded. He made me so nervous and all I really wanted was to be strong and assertive. I wanted to see him again and after the level of intimacy we shared, I shouldn’t have a problem saying as much.

“What’s on your mind, love.”

Fuck. I love the way he calls me love. I thought puits d’amour was sexy and flattering, but the way he said love was so endearing and suggested a level of companionship far more intimate than a one-night stand.

“What happens now? After we get home. You’re leaving on Sunday.” There, I said it. I asked the question that had been burning inside me before I even invited him into my bed. It was out there, and I’d deal with whatever answer he provided. Even if I didn’t like it.

He undid the seat belt and moved to the seat next to me. His large hand took my face and held it gently before he touched his lips to mine in a tender and light kiss. “If you’ll let me, I’ll come see you again. Or maybe you could visit me in Montana.”

His bright green eyes were filled with longing and honesty. I ran my hand over the smoothness of his beard and smiled. “I’d like that. A lot.”

“Good.” He unhooked my seatbelt, gathered me into his arms, and held me snug against him. Much like he did on that faithful night in the cab. “Because I’m not ready to give you up.”

I relaxed into his embrace and for the first time all day I felt at ease. This wasn’t going to be easy and for all I knew, a month or two could pass before we saw each other again. But he asked and for now that was enough.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he asked.

I wasn’t prepared for that question and the look of surprise on my face had to say as much.

Disappointment clouded his eyes before I had a chance to recover and he started to withdraw. “If you don’t want me to, that’s fine.”

“No!” I slid my hands around his neck and rested my forehead on his. “You just surprised me is all. I spent all day preparing myself to say goodbye to you when we got back to the city.”

“I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

“Me either.” Our lips ever so lightly touched—soft, delicate, compassionate. “I’d love for you to stay with me tonight.”

***

USUALLY, GIRL’S NIGHTout was a welcomed distraction in my life. Especially when we went to Boots for a little country line dancing. It wasn’t Kate and Stephanie’s favorite, but they did it for me. Line dancing was one of my favorite things to do and our once a month outing honestly wasn’t enough.

But tonight, it wasn’t working for me.