"Maybe I shouldn't wear this," I mumbled to myself for the twentieth time. I was standing in front of my floor length mirror, debating if I should wear this new dress or not.

The dress I bought was not something I usually wore. It had a very low top with two thin shoulder straps. The bottom had black lace that went all the way around. And it was short. I knew Wyatt would like it, but still...this was a little risque.

On one hand, I was going for the whole shock and awe thing. One the other, I felt a little out of my comfort zone. At least my hair and makeup looked decent. My hair was being held up by pins. It was curly and I had one hanging by my face. My black heels finished the outfit. 

I was so nervous I didn't know if I was going to be able to eat dinner tonight. I still had no idea where he was taking me. No. Idea. He assured me that I wouldn't be disappointed and would enjoy myself. I didn't have a reason to doubt him. I just hoped this dress didn't draw too much unwanted attention. 

Knock-knock-knock

"Shit. Here we go." I grabbed my clutch that contained my cellphone, wallet, and keys before I walked to the door. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened it...my jaw dropped. "Wyatt...you look—"

He couldn't seem to find words either as he ran his gaze all over my body. He was wearing black dress pants with a dark blue dress shirt that was rolled up his forearms. His hair was slicked back and he looked fucking good.

"Lia..." His eyes met mine and he let out a nervous laugh. "Any way we can skip the dinner and stay in?" 

I giggled at his obvious intentions. "No, we can't." I bit my lip and gestured to my dress. "I bought this dress so you could show me off." 

"I don't want to show you off." His eyes were dark. Wanting. "I don't want other men to see you in that." 

I've never seen this...possessive side to him. I kind of liked it. "Oh, yeah?" I closed the small distance between us and put my mouth to his ear. "Just remember, Wyatt—you're the only one who has seen, touched, tasted, and fucked what's underneath this dress." 

He groaned and shuttered as I traced the shell of his ear with my tongue and gently tugged the lobe between my teeth. He cupped the side of my face. "Fucking right I'm the only one. No one else." 

"No one else," I reassured him. 

He gave me a hard, sound kiss; clearly staking his claim on me. I didn't mind.

"Let's go," he breathed against my lips. "I have a surprise for you after dinner." 

I shut and locked my door. "I love surprises." 

"I know," he said with a wink. 

After we got into his car, it was a quick drive to the restaurant. When we pulled into the parking lot, I was stunned. "This is The River Café."

"Yes it is." We got out of the car and he reached for my hand. I laced my fingers with his as he led me to the entrance. 

The restaurant was right next to the bridge and located on the water. It was very expensive and, form what I've been told, hard to get into. Even though my dress was suitable for this place, I still felt underdressed. 

"Mr. Thorne," the maitre'd  said all formal like. "Welcome. We are so glad you could make it tonight." 

"Thank you, Henry. Is our table ready?" 

"Yes, sir. Right this way."

We followed Henry to a table that was on the terrace. It was secluded from the others and I was grateful for the privacy. Wyatt pulled out my chair for me before taking a seat himself. He ordered some wine for us and slipped Henry what looked like a one hundred dollar bill. 

"Do I want to know how you get such great service here?" 

Wyatt shrugged. "Money talks." 

I laughed lightly before I looked around the fancy restaurant. "This is amazing, Wyatt. I never thought I would come here." 

"I've always wanted to bring you here." His voice was so low I barely heard him. 

I looked back to him. I hated when I remembered that we lost four years together. I knew we were young and still had a lot of time...but still. It was four years. 

Not wanting to ruin the mood, I reached out and clasped his hand. "I'm glad we're here." 

He squeezed mine before passing me a menu. "Alright, let's see what they have here." 

I glanced over the menu and couldn't believe the pricing on some of this stuff. I was a dollar menu kind of girl.

"Lia."

"Yes?" I glanced up at him over my menu.

"I I know what you're thinking. It's okay. Order whatever you like. I want you to enjoy it."

He was right. I was obsessing over nothing and I needed to stop. I finally made up my mind and ordered the Black Sea Bass dinner and he ordered the Niman Ranch Strip Steak. Excitement shot through me and I worried my bottom lip. 

"You look happy." 

I smiled shyly. "I just can't believe I'm here with you. I am happy."

He flashed me a devilish grin. "Wait until you see your surprise after dinner."

"You really won't tell me what it is?" 

"Not a chance, baby." He leaned forward over the table and gave me a soft kiss. "Just trust me." 

I did trust him—that's what scared me. 

"Are we close?" I asked Wyatt eagerly. 

Wyatt chuckled from the driver's seat. "Stop asking. We're almost there." He reached over and rested his hand on my thigh. I covered his with mine and leaned back against the passenger seat. 

Dinner at The River Café was amazing. We had a nice romantic evening so far and I was dying to see what this surprise was. I even tried to guess and couldn't come up with anything. Wyatt knew me better than anyone. I had no idea what he was planning. 

"Have you heard from him?"

My head snapped in his direction. I knew exactly who he was talking about. "No. Not yet. I've left messages." 

"I hope he gets back to you soon. His week is almost up." 

Wyatt hasn't nagged me anymore about Logan's big secret. He did say, however, that once the week was up, if Logan wasn't back, Wyatt was going to go looking for him. I didn't blame him. This needed to be out in the open. I didn't want to hide my relationship—or whatever this was—any longer. 

"We're here, Lia." 

I turned my head and gasped. He pulled into The Hilton Hotel. Yes, that one. "This is where we—"

"First got together," he finished for me. "Since this was a first date for us tonight, I thought maybe we could, I don't know, recreate the magic." 

I smiled so hard, my cheeks hurt. I have never seen Wyatt look bashful like he did just now. I opened the car door and gave him a heated look over my shoulder. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

We eagerly walked into the hotel. I waited impatiently while Wyatt checked us in. I couldn't believe we were back here. 

"Ready, babe?" He grabbed my hand and pulled me along to the elevator. 

He pushed the button to the fourth floor and a chill shot through me. "What's the room number?" I asked.

His smirk said it all. 

"You got the same room?" My voice was pure disbelief. 

"Of course I did." 

 I glanced away shyly as the elevator doors opened. He kissed me as we stumbled down the long hallway. We weren't even in the room yet and we could barely keep our hands off of each other.

I grabbed at his shoulders, hating we didn't have privacy at the moment. He ran his hands all over me. By back, my breasts, my ass.

When we finally got to our room, he held my body to his and deepened the kiss. I felt him reach behind me to open the hotel room door. 

I pushed away from him playfully and spun around in a circle. I vaguely heard the door shut and I stopped when I saw the bed. I knew it wasn't the bed, but this...this was the room. Wyatt came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck and I let out a dreamy sigh. 

"Wine?" he asked against my skin. 

I nodded. "Yes, please." 

I watched as he walked over to the minifridge and pulled out the chilled bottle. I didn't need to see the label to know that it was my favorite. I watched as he uncorked it and poured two glasses. I held his gaze as he walked towards me. 

I took the glass he offered. "Thank you."

I took a few sips of my wine before I walked over to the small radio and turned on some music. I turned back towards Wyatt with a mischievous smile. "Dance?" 

He sat his glass next to mine on the table. "I'd love to." He twirled me around before he pulled my body against his. 

I ran my hands over his shoulders. My body was already on fire for him. The anticipation of what was to come was overwhelming. 

"You look incredibly beautiful tonight." Wyatt's hand was at the small of my back, pressing me closer against him.

I ran my gave over him again before I looked into his eyes. "Thank you. But I look even better without the dress." 

I saw that familiar lust in his eyes. Whenever he looked at me like that, my body became alive for him. My heart started racing in my chest. My skin was sensitive to his touch. I was his.

He crushed his lips against mine and I moaned into his mouth. I pulled at his shirt, untucking it from his pants. I felt his fingers work the zipper at the back of my dress. I unbuttoned his shirt quickly and pushed it from his shoulders. 

I needed to feel him. Skin against skin.

I felt the bed hit the back of my legs and shuttered. He kept his eyes on me as he pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders. His gaze followed the dress when he pushed it down my body. 

He took a step back, studying me. "This is my surprise?"

Underneath the dress I was wearing a black lace garter set. "You like?" I did a little spin. 

He took my hand and pressed it against his stiff erection. "What do you think?"

"I think I want," I stroked him through his pants so he knew what I was talking about, "this in my mouth." 

I didn't wait for him to say anything. I kissed him as I made quick work of unbuttoning his pants. I pushed them to the floor and knelt before him. I had never done this before and didn't want to lose my nerve. I glanced up at him. He was watching me with hooded eyes as I took his hard length into my mouth. 

He groaned as he buried his hand in my hair. "Fuck, Lia. That's so fucking good." 

I moved my mouth along his dick, taking him deeper into my mouth each time. I never thought I would like doing this; but I found I loved making Wyatt lose control. I slowed my pace, popping the head out of my mouth slowly. 

He reached down and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me with a desperate need that mirrored my own. "My turn," he growled against my lips. 

I thought he would want me on the bed, but to my surprise, he got on his knees before me. He dusted kisses along my stomach and hip. 

He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. "Spread your legs," he whispered. 

I did as he said and he slipped a finger inside me. My head fell back as my wetness coated his finger. I was still so amazed that he made me feel this way. Only Wyatt.

When I glanced down at him, he met my gaze briefly. Then he took me into his mouth. 

I cried out as he licked and sucked me in all the right places. I had to place my hands on his shoulders so I wouldn't lose my balance. My nails dug into his skin and my body started to sway from the pleasure. He grabbed my waist—holding me in place. When my orgasm hit me, he didn't stop until I came for a second time. 

He pulled away and got back to his feet. When he kissed me this time, I could taste a little of myself on his tongue and it was the most erotic experience of my life. "I want you now," he said against my lips. 

I didn't know where this side of me came from. Maybe because we were in the very hotel room where we lost our virginity together. Maybe because...it was Wyatt.

"How do you want me, Wyatt?" I left a trail of kisses from his jaw, to his neck, then his chest. I couldn't get enough of him. 

His voice was ragged when he said, "I want to bend you over this bed and fuck you until you scream my name." 

I gave him a sultry smile as I bent over the bed and stretched my arms in front of me. Wyatt didn't usually talk like that. But fuck, I loved it. My body trembled when he trailed his fingers down my spine. I bit my lip when I felt his dick tease my entrance. Then with one powerful stroke, he filled me to the hilt. 

I cried out as my body stretched to accommodate his. We haven't done this position yet, and I could feel him so much deeper. His hands gripped my waist. He withdrew then slammed back into me. 

"Wyatt..." I moaned. It was a silent plea for more. Harder. Faster. 

He seemed to understand exactly what I wanted. He fucked me like it was going to be the last time. In and out, in and out. I fisted the sheets with my hands—my moans growing louder with each thrust of his cock. How could anything feel this good? 

I gasped when Wyatt wrapped an arm around my stomach and pulled me up to kiss me. He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth as he continued to fuck me from behind. I was so close to a release I could barely stand it. I felt his hand slide down my stomach. When he started rubbing his finger against my clit, I lose it. 

My release hit me like a tidal wave. Wyatt held me up as my knees went weak. I cried out into his mouth as he continued to kiss me. He moved his arm and I fell back onto the bed. He picked up the tempo, slamming into me over and over again. Then I felt it. 

His hands tightened on my waist as his hot release filled me. It felt like hours passed before he withdrew from me. My legs were shaking as I turned and laid back on the bed. He fell beside 
me—his chest rising and falling in time with mine as we tried to catch our breaths. I turned on my side and curled up next to him. 

I traced circles over his chest as my eyes started to grow heavy. "I love you, Wyatt," I whispered into the quiet room. 

I had no idea if he heard me, or If he even said it back; because a few seconds later, sleep overcame me.