My husbands best friend is my mate.

Chapter 4

Amelia's Pov

“Is there something you'd like to tell me, Mademoiselle?” A deep and smoldering voice questioned and I immediately liked him 50 times more because damn such a lovely and hot accent did he have. It sounded like Italian but much deeper and better.

Deciding to boost my confidence, I took another sip of whiskey before responding to him.

“And what makes you think I'd like to tell you something?” I questioned back looking into his eyes that were already locked on mine.

He looked at me for a minute before moving closer. Wrapping his arms around my waist he pulled me closer causing my breasts to be flushed against his chest.

I sucked in my breath and tried to swallow hard, pushing back the burning sensations I felt from his touch but I failed miserably as he leaned in nibbling on my earlobes before whispering, “Answering a question with a question, how naughty? Now, how about you explain why you were looking at me like you wanted to eat me from across the room?”

“You wish, I've seen better meals.” I lied through my teeth trying not to let him have me easily.

“Oh, really?” He mumbled rising up and dropping his hands from my waist and I immediately missed his warmth. “I guess I'll just go to those who'd kill to have me then.” He stated with a cocky kind of confidence but he didn’t make a move to leave. Sweet bastard.

Chugging down the remaining drink in my glass cup, my throat burned as a reaction to the hot liquid.

“How about you just swallow your pride and tell me what you want,” I suggested, looking back at him as I bit my bottom lips hoping he wouldn't turn down the suggestion. I felt more confident tonight and I could tell that it was the effect of the alcohol.

“I think you know what I want,” he whispered lowly, his eyes darting between my eyes and lips. He came closer raising his hand, he lifted it to stroke my cheek with his tattooed knuckles.

Immediately, the rate of my heart sped up and I swallowed away the nerves that I refused to show. There was something so enthralling about the way he gazed deep into my eyes that made my core throb and godamit he was doing so much for a total stranger whose name I didn't even know.

As if reading my mind he asked, “What's your name?”

“What's yours?” I asked in return, inching closer to him because he smelled so good.

“Darling, I asked first. You seem to enjoy answering a question with a question, I'll ensure that’s one of the things you'll apologize about while on your knees taking me all in, like the good girl that you are.” he seductively whispered moving so close to me in a manner that made me force my hands to my sides because in that moment I badly wanted to wrap my hands his neck and my waist around his leg.

A shiver ran through my spine as I imagined what it would be like to be on my knees in front of him. Only the mere thought of it was overwhelming, leaving me to yearn for the real experience.

Trailing his fingers over my cheeks, he stopped at the hem of my bottom lips caressing them in a way that made me yearn more for his touch, then he paused, locking his eyes on mine. He whispered, “Do me the honors of telling me the name of the Angel I'll f**k to hell tonight.”

“Amelia,” I breathed out still in a daze. “That's my name…” I trailed off not being able to tear my gaze away from his eyes.

“Amelia, beautiful.” He mumbled and I loved the sound of how my name rolled off his tongue. It sounded different, a good kind of different. The kind that made my brain fly out the window. My name has never sounded this good.

Goodness, I was doomed. If this stranger could make me feel these strange things without even actually touching me then I was in so much trouble. Really good trouble.

“What's yours?” I managed to ask as I dragged myself back to reality.

“Clyde,” he responded smoothly catching me by surprise. I was expecting something else but I liked that name.

“Clyde,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper as I tested the sound of his name on my tongue. It was unique in a way.

“I like the sound of my name on your tongue,” he mumbled leaning down and my breath hitched in my throat as our lips were almost touching.

“I’m about to kiss you, Amelia,” he whispered as his hand slid around my waist.

With his other hand clasped underneath my ear, he closed the gap between us gently placing his lips on mine. I could barely get enough time to comprehend it, but I let my body relax into the kiss. His lips were; full, and soft. It felt so f*****g good that I couldn't help but let out a soft breathy moan.

Clyde grabbed my jaw, angling my head to deepen the kiss. Waves of pleasure washed through me, went straight to tickle my c**t and I had to squeeze my thighs together.

I could feel how wet I already was and I found it amusing because he had barely touched me yet.

"Amelia," he whispered, his lips not leaving mine. "You taste so good…" he trailed off, his big hands holding my hips and he gave me a small massage.

I smiled against him, sliding my hands around his neck, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth further into mine. Damn! He was a good kisser.

"Let's leave here," he whispered, then began trailing kisses down my neck and At that moment I forgot about my ex, my heartache, my real identity, everything flew out the window and all I could think of was being alone with a stranger I barely knew anything about.