Page 15 of Whatever You Need

He kissed my forehead. “Try me.”

“Your reaction bothered me. It feels like you don’t trust me and I know that’s stupid because we barely know each other. I just felt uncomfortable, that’s all. What’s even crazier is that I can’t blame you for being concerned, considering the circumstances around how we met in the first place. God, I’m going to shut up now.”

He grinned at me. “You’re cute.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I just rambled like an idiot and you think that’s cute?”

He crawled over the top of me. “Do you want the truth?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, I want you to lie to me.”

A burst of laughter tumbled out of him. “I didn’t realize you could be so entertaining.”

“I only act like this when I’m nervous.”

He gave me a lazy smile. “Don’t be nervous.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s easy for you to say, Mr. One-Night-Stand.”

The playfulness left his eyes. “I freaked out, because you make me forget about all my rules.”

“What rules, exactly?”

“That’s exactly my point. Most women know beforehand what to expect.”

“Marco, I know what this is. You made your point loud and clear.”

He let out a heavy exhale. “It’s not just that. I lost control with you and that never, ever happens. I have my rules to protect women from being misled or hurt. I’m never this careless and that’s nothing against you, so please don’t take it that way. I don’t know what happened. The only thing I could think about was being inside you, and once I was, I forgot about everything else.”

I smiled up at him. “Maybe we both should just quit talking.”

He laughed. “Yeah, clearly, I suck at pillow talk.”

I smiled, remembering how amazing he was just a few short minutes ago. “Well, I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that you do not suck at everything. My last two orgasms are proof.”

He snaked a hand around my waist and positioned himself on top of me. “Two is nowhere near enough. We only have one night and I intend to make it count. I’m going to make this so good for you, you’ll never forget me.”

My palms flattened against his cheek. “And what can I do to make you remember me?”

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, a slow, lazy smile stretched across his face. “Trust me when I tell you I won’t be able to look at another woman with blond hair and blue eyes again and not think of you.” The tips of his fingers trailed down to my jaw. “You’re pretty unforgettable, Amelia.”

How was I going to let this man go? I didn’t know how I was going to feel when the sun came up and I had to go back to my reality. The only thing I did know was that this was a one-night stand, and I wasn’t supposed to feel a damned thing emotionally. But I liked the idea of him remembering me. What I didn’t like was the thought of never feeling like this again. I fell asleep in his arms wishing that our circumstances were different.

The following morning came way too quickly. I snuggled close to his warm body, taking advantage of every second I had left.

I pushed the comforter aside and was thankful that he didn’t stir. My body ached everywhere, it was a reminder of everything we did last night.

The last thing I wanted to do was leave this room. I had to face the real world at some point, didn’t I? The one that was literally waiting for me right outside that door.

I quickly got dressed and stared at him. How could I feel something so strong, so quickly? There wasn’t much I wanted for myself, but I wanted him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t mine to be had. We lived in different worlds, and any thoughts about a future were nothing more than a fantasy. And I learned a long time ago that happily ever after’s don’t exist.

At least not for me.

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