One Wild Wedding Night_ Runaway - Leslie Kelly [6]
He frowned forbiddingly. “I want the whole night.” He continued to touch her, as if he liked the feel of her hair against his skin. She liked it, too. And she did not want it to end. Though she had turned down dozens of men ever since she started taking off her clothes for a living, this one, she wanted to take. To savor. To indulge.
She had one last moment of hesitation. “Are you single?”
He laughed softly, as if amused to have met a hooker with a conscience. Then he nodded and Leah didn’t care what he thought of her. She only thought of the many long nights she’d spent alone since moving to this big, cold, impersonal city. And of the pleasure he could give her.
He was obviously wealthy—this was no rented limo and the thing practically wrapped around him like a cloak around its owner. A guy so far out of her league she’d probably never have laid eyes on him if not for this strange series of events tonight. One who wanted her on his terms: professional ones only. “Well, uh…”
His eyes narrowed. She suspected this man wasn’t used to bogged-down negotiations. “Name your price.”
He was a high-powered businessman, making a deal. Wanting a service and willing to pay for it.
Would he refuse that service if it were offered for free? If he felt there were strings attached because she was not what he thought she was?
“Do you want my driver to let you off somewhere?” he asked, his tone growing cool, as if he’d read a rejection in her pause.
Leah shook her head hard, making her decision fast. There was really no other decision to be made. She didn’t have to go to work and she was being presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: to spend an erotic night with the kind of man she’d only ever dreamed about meeting. One who already had her heart in hyperdrive and her panties damp.
The situation was a definite no-brainer.
“No. I don’t want to get out.” Clearing her throat, she added, “You can have the whole night.”
His eyes glimmered in satisfaction and a tiny smile widened those sensuous lips. “Your price?”
She might be allowing him to think she was a professional, at least for a little while—long enough to get what they were both, she suspected, dying for. But she couldn’t outright lie. So she didn’t. “Nothing. I don’t want your money.”
His brow furrowed and he opened his mouth as if to argue. Leah didn’t give him a chance. Putting her fingers against his lips, and gasping as he nipped at them with his teeth, she used her free hand to unfasten the few buttons on her coat. The man’s green eyes widened as he watched her push the thing to the edge of her shoulders to display the entire glittery bodice of the low-cut velvet gown beneath. The neckline revealed a large amount of her more-than-ample cleavage
and his attention zoned in there and there it stayed.
“My God, you’re incredible,” he muttered.
Liking the pure avarice in his voice, she leaned over, letting the gown gape further, knowing exactly how to give a man a few glimpses to whet his appetite. This particular man looked like he was starving.
Leah found herself getting caught up in the fantasy. It was like being part of a sultry game played by two lovers—hooker and rich john. But she was the only one who realized it was just an act.
“Lose the coat,” he ordered, sounding demanding and powerful. The intensity made her shiver, because it illustrated his pure, unadulterated desire for her.
Letting the coat fall away, she slid her dress up, revealing her legs an inch at a time. His gaze shifted to them, his body stiffening when the red fabric reached the top of her thighs to reveal the hem of her silky stockings. “I don’t know what I want to do with you first,” he muttered as he stared at her legs.
“You have the whole night to find out,” she whispered. Climbing onto him, she spread her thighs to straddle his lap, shivering at the feel of his heat and the massive erection that brushed against