One Wild Wedding Night_ All the Way - Leslie Kelly [8]
He stood and at first she thought he was merely being a gentleman, rising as a lady exited the room. But instead of remaining behind and watching her go, he fell into step beside her, taking her arm.
“What are you…”
“You do know you invited me up to your room with every tiny sigh, every little gasp, every hungry stare, every lick of your lips.”
If she was really a lady, she would have slapped his face and told him he’d imagined it.
But Gloria couldn’t lie. Couldn’t pretend. She had, indeed, done exactly what he accused her of.
She only wondered what in the name of heaven she was going to do about it.
Chapter 3
As they walked through the hotel lobby toward the elevators, he could feel the trembling of her body. The beautiful woman at his side was nervous—uncertain. But the trembling was not caused by that nervousness.
Pure excitement poured off her. He could almost taste it in the warm, musky scent of excitement oozing out of her every pore. She might be the loving, dutiful housewife in her other life. But right now, she was the beautiful seductress whose uncertainty only made her more attractive.
“I can’t…what if someone sees…”
“That makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?” he whispered back, keeping his hand firmly on her elbow. Not controlling her, just lending her moral support for the battle that had to be raging inside her. “I’m just escorting you to your room,” he added. “Giving you a chance to think about what you want to do when we get to your door.”
Though, if he had his way, it wouldn’t take that long. Because he was ready for her now—right now. And he knew by the tautness in her body, the way her nipples pressed against her dress and her skin was prickled with excitement, that she was ready, too.
At least her body was. Only her mind needed to fully engage…or else get out of the equation altogether. Honestly, he didn’t care which way it happened. It just had to happen.
“I love my husband,” she whispered.
“Never said you didn’t.”
“I don’t do this kind of thing.”
“Never said you did.”
Another couple approached. Probably about the same age as they were, walking slowly, not touching. Their low voices hinted at a comfortable conversation, which matched the comfortable aura between them.
He knew for sure they were a married couple. Relaxed with each other, most of the sparks and excitement gone. He almost felt sorry for the guy, wondering if he had any idea his wife was probably having fantasies much like the brown-haired beauty beside him was having. That she wanted to be touched. Desired.
If the guy had any sense he’d have draped his arm over the woman’s shoulders, have tucked in close beside her when they walked. Would have let their legs brush and their hips touch. Would have fingered her curls and leaned in close to laugh at something she said, letting her know he liked the way she smiled, liked the way she felt, liked everything about her.
He sensed the lesson would be wasted. Especially when the husband lifted a hand
to his mouth and yawned loudly. He went on to complain about the prices in the bar and gripe over the maid service in the hotel, never once noticing the downward tilt of his wife’s mouth and the slight slump in her shoulders.
Clueless.
And if they were on the same elevator, he was going to shoot himself.
“Good evening,” the wife said, smiling impersonally at him and the beautiful brunette by his side. Jennifer.
That beautiful brunette stiffened, and he’d lay money she was about to erupt in a panic, as if everyone could look in her face and know she was planning a wild night of raucous sex.
He put a hand against the small of her back, lightly stroking her with his fingers, then he leaned close, brushing his cheek against her hair.
The other man’s wife watched them closely and slowly flushed. She knew what they were doing and was excited by it. It was just a damn shame her husband hadn’t figured it out.
As the elevator arrived, he held his breath, then blew it out, relieved, when