One Wild Wedding Night_ Runaway - Leslie Kelly [4]
He sipped before continuing his visual survey.
Slone obviously couldn’t determine what color her closed eyes were. But he had a perfect view of that full lower lip pushed out in a tiny pout. Not to mention the high curve of her cheek and the delicate length of her neck.
Shifting as a hot flow of sensual interest washed through him, he took back his earlier determination. She was beautiful. And perfectly made-up, wearing women’s armor designed to bring a man to his knees. From the thick mass of curls surrounding her face to the gleam of glittering shadow on her eyelids and the trace of pink on her cheeks, she looked ready for a night out at someplace much more exclusive than the bar they’d just left.
None of which matched his homeless theory.
But Slone wasn’t a stupid man. It didn’t take long for him to put it all together. The ragged coat and gloves told one story…the face, hair and dramatic makeup another. Even her presence in the car now made much more sense.
She’d seen him inside. Recognized him from one of the articles the local papers and even some national tabloids had done on him. He was, after all, the bachelor heir to a multi-million-dollar real-estate empire right here in Chicago . So the blonde had seen her chance with him and had climbed into his car to make him an offer she hoped he wouldn’t refuse.
The stranger didn’t live on the streets. She worked them.
He was still mulling on that realization—what he felt about it…what he would do about it—when he saw the woman begin to move. Still slumbering, she stretched slowly, sighing deep in her throat and tilting her head side to side.
The hair fell back from her face, the arms released the tight clench on the coat. It fell open even further, exposing not only the long line of her neck, the hollow of her throat, the creamy skin of her chest and that mouthwatering cleavage, but more…the shapely midriff, small waist and the long line of upraised thigh pressed hard against her bloodred dress.
Slone’s body reacted. Every ounce of blood not required to move oxygen from here to there roared to his groin. His cock sprang from lazy interest to full, raging want. And there was no longer any question of what he was going to do about it.
Though they’d been riding in steady silence for several long minutes, Slone was forcibly reminded of the condition of the roads when the limo swerved sharply to the left. He flattened one hand on the leather seat next to him, feeling the car go into a slide, but it quickly straightened out. Richie’s voice came over the intercom. “Sorry, boss, some jackass in a black SUV is coming up way too fast behind me.”
Before Slone could respond, the car slid again, harder now, with a long screech of brakes and a strident beep of the horn. This time, his hand wasn’t enough to stop him from sliding to the edge of his seat…or to keep the sweet package in the red dress safely in hers.
She bounced and tumbled, falling from her curled-up position in the corner…and landing right on his lap.
“Well, hello,” he murmured, hardly noticing as the driver righted the car and things got back to normal. Because now that this sexy, sweet-smelling, incredibly soft female was in his arms, he didn’t know if anything would be normal again.
Her lids didn’t rise immediately. It seems as if even the jostling of the car wasn’t enough to rouse her out of her pleasurable dreams…but the warmth of his embrace was. Because she suddenly went from sleep to full consciousness, taking everything in on a quick, quiet inhalation.
Confronted with the bluest set of eyes he’d ever seen, he couldn’t help smiling down at her and sweeping a long strand of blond hair off her face. Nor could he prevent himself from saying what had most been on his mind since he’d figured out who she was. And what she most likely did for a living.
“So…how much?”
Chapter 2
Leah was dreaming. She had to be. She’d dozed off thinking of her Prince Charming. Her subconscious brain had conjured him up and gifted her with the fantasy that he was sprawled