Mia shrugged and stepped inside. “I got caught up in the lab.”
It was a cop-out, nothing they were working on prevented Mia from leaving earlier or at least texting him back.
“I was waiting for you.” He closed the door behind her. “I made dinner.”
“Thank you.” Mia’s smile didn’t reach her eyes and she made no move to put down her bag. “I already ate.”
Wyatt’s frustration and anger flared, and before he could stop himself, Mia’s blazer was twisted firmly in his fist, her gasp filling the space between them when he pulled her close.
“Well, that’s just rude,” he said in a gruff and low voice, popping the two buttons that kept her blazer closed while holding her gaze, searching for a flicker of the heat he could so easily ignite before. “It seems like someone needs disciplining.”
For a fraction of a second Wyatt thought Mia was going to push him away, but then the indigo in her eyes blazed to life.
“As if a brute like you could teach me manners.”
Wyatt growled from deep in his chest, pressing his lips against Mia’s in a bruising kiss, craving the honey and heather flavor they offered.
They stumbled to the bedroom, and by the time they reached the bed, Wyatt was already naked. Mia was harder to get out of her work attire. He pushed her onto the bed, pulling off her slacks and underwear in one move before following her down to claim her lips again, not bothering with her top.
“God, I missed you,” Wyatt groaned out when Mia tangled her fingers into his hair, curling them into a tight hold.
The change was almost immediate. Mia froze for a short moment before pulling him into another kiss, but something was suddenly missing.
Wyatt’s heart was racing, fear seeping into every cell and taking over. She was slipping away again, and he couldn’t bear it.
Without too much thought, Wyatt pushed them up the bed and grabbed the lube from his nightstand, quickly lathering his cock before lining it to Mia’s rim, realizing his mistake when she pushed her knee between them and shoved him away.
“You didn’t put a condom on,” Mia whispered.
He knew he should apologize, tell her he got caught up in the heat of the moment, did something stupid and that it wouldneverhappen again, but the look in Mia’s eyes, as if whatever he said moving forward wouldn’t matter, pushed Wyatt to argue reason rather than emotion.
“I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since that night at the club,” Wyatt said, leaning back on his ankles. “And since this is a pretty foolproof way to avoid any unfortunate accidents, I prefer to go bare.”
“You should have asked me.”
“That’s not what we agreed to.” Even as the words left his mouth, Wyatt realized how screwed up a thing it was to say. Words driven by panic that stemmed from the numbing fear of losing her which was slowly turning him mindless.
Mia stared at him, her expression blank.
“This wasn’t part of the agreement,” she said in a voice void of emotion. “What if I’m not comfortable having sex with you without protection? What ifI’vebeen fucking around?”
“Have you?” Wyatt asked, trying to keep the angry tremor out of his voice at the thought of Mia letting someone else touch her.
“No, Wyatt, but that’s not the point.” Mia sighed in resignation and rolled off the bed. “I’m going home.”
“What? Why?” Wyatt knew why, but he needed to keep her in his apartment, get her to talk to him, to listen so he’d have a chance to fix the damage.
“Because it’s one thing to use me like a little fuck-toy, it’s an entirely different thing to blatantly disregard my autonomy over my body.”
“I wouldneverdo that.” Wyatt was still on the bed, watching Mia pull on her clothes while he sat there, immobile.
Mia didn’t bother arguing, didn’t look up with a sarcastic or indignant gaze. She wasn’t yelling or getting angry, just calmly getting dressed, as if she had been waiting for an excuse to up and leave and Wyatt had handed it to her.
“Mia, stop,” Wyatt pleaded, but she was already walking out of the room. “Please, Mia, stop.”
Wyatt finally managed to move off the bed and rushed out after Mia, finding her in the final stages of putting on her shoes. Swearing under his breath, Wyatt scurried to find his own clothes while trying to cut Mia off on the way to the door.
“Mia, I’m sorry, just please, don’t go,” he begged, hopping backwards on one foot in front of her as he attempted to pull on his shoe.