One Wild Wedding Night_ Runaway - Leslie Kelly [11]
“Don’t sweat it. I’m not the type of woman to go all crazy, whacked-out, vengeful virgin because some guy made an incorrect assumption.”
That smile widened. “Crazy, whacked-out, vengeful virgin, huh? Guess I should count myself lucky.”
“Guess you should.”
He slid his hand down her arm again, this time not stopping there, but continuing on so he could brush his fingertips over her hip. Then closer to the junction of her thighs. Leah quivered, arching toward his touch. “You’re ready to count yourself lucky again, hmm?”
He nodded, bending down to cover her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, slowly, so thoroughly she felt as if he was memorizing the inside of her mouth for all eternity. No breath reached her lungs that hadn’t crossed his lips first and by the time he lifted away from her, she was absolutely on fire for him again.
“You know, I’d like to slow things down. Why don’t we take this someplace a little more comfortable,” he whispered.
Leah opened her mouth to protest—she was fine right where she was—but before she could, Slone had reached for a small button on the wall and depressed it. “Time to head home now, Richie.”
Leah immediately scanned the car, looking for a camera or something, praying the driver couldn’t see back here. Why she should care about yet another man seeing her naked, she didn’t know. But it probably had something to do with the fact that she was not standing on a stage in a darkened room, writhing to music, removed from the men watching her. Instead she was lying sated in the arms of a naked man, her whole body flushed with pleasure, her legs casually parted, her sex still swollen from his possession and slick with her renewed arousal.
Yeah, that’d be quite an eyeful.
“He can’t see us,” Slone murmured, reading her thoughts. Gently sliding her off his lap he reached for his shirt.
“We making any stops first, boss?” the voice from the intercom said.
The driver obviously wanted to know if they were taking Leah home. Considering she’d intended to go in to work tonight, she supposed she should be responsible about it. But she had promised this amazingly sexy man a whole night.
And she was selfish enough to want to give it to him.
He obviously wasn’t even considering anything else. “No. Straight home.” He flicked the switch off and smiled at Leah as he handed her her gown. “You’re going to like my place. And you’re really going to like my bed.”
* * *
Though Slone wished the ride home would take its usual few minutes, the roads were still not in the best shape. So they picked their way through Chicago, Richie going easy on the curves and following the plows where possible.
They could have spent the time making love again, but something about the anticipation of having her in a bed made him wait. They’d jumped right into wild, backseat sex when they’d met. Now they were going back for a slow buildup before the next time.
He liked slow buildups…anticipating things. From a fine meal to a long-planned journey to the successful culmination of a hard-fought business venture, the trip itself was one of Slone’s genuine pleasures.
Which made it pretty unusual that his hands were itching to stroke every inch of that luscious body now covered again in red velvet. To plunge into her and lose himself inside her and do her fast and furious until neither one of them were even capable of moving.
If she hadn’t just put that dress back on and were still lying naked in his arms, he’d have said to hell with it. There’d be lots of buildup in his big, comfortable bed later tonight. After all, she had promised him the whole night.
Of course, she had promised it when he’d thought he was paying for it. But it didn’t matter…he still intended to pay her, in exactly the currency she’d requested. Pleasure.
“So, you’re rich, huh?” the adorable blonde asked as she moved to the seat opposite him. He wondered if she, too, was feeling some of the desperation in the air, and was also trying to prove—to both of them—that she could wait.
“I suppose.”
She rolled