One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [10]
She’d never have suspected it. And it delighted her.
“As you wish.” He retrieved another of those towels, a smaller one folded into a long, slender strip. Just as if he were a professional, he carefully draped it across her bottom, covering her curves. He took his time about it, trailing his fingers across her skin in a way no massage therapist ever had.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured. “Relax and enjoy this. Remember, you said it was what you fantasized about.”
She did, letting everything fill her head. She remained entirely relaxed as Brandon drew out the moment, not touching her right away as she’d expected him to. Then, finally, she felt a drizzle of silky liquid on the soles of her feet…followed by a pair of warm, strong hands. “Mmm, finally.”
He worked them thoroughly, rubbing away the pain of the wicked bridesmaid shoes before slowly moving up to her ankles and giving them equally delicious attention.
“Wow,” Mia said, “you are very good at this.”
She wasn’t really expecting an answer, but she got one. “He’s paid to be very good,” a voice whispered, close to her ear. Very close to her ear.
Which was physically impossible, since Brandon ’s hands were on her calves.
Not understanding, still a little drugged by the sensations battering her every pore, Mia opened her eyes, wondering how Brandon was able to take this fantasy so very far.
She became more confused when she realized she was face-to-face with him. He was sitting on a chair, bare chested, sprawled back, just a foot or two in front of her.
Meanwhile, the delicious strokes continued on the back of her calves, at the opposite end of her body. And suddenly the truth washed over her.
They were not alone.
Chapter 3
Brandon gave mia a second to grasp the implications of what she was feeling. When shock caused her whole form to stiffen and her mouth to open, he leaned forward in his chair. Dropping his elbows onto his knees and staring into her beautiful, confused eyes, he murmured, “I want you to enjoy yourself. Just the way you talked about that night on the phone.”
If he concentrated, he could still hear her whispers during that sultry call. The way her throaty voice had almost purred during the revelation of her most secret fantasy—which she’d said she’d never told to anyone before that night—had emphasized to him just what a chance she was taking by revealing so much of herself.
She’d be taking a much bigger chance tonight…by letting it happen.
Disbelief continued to hold her in silence. He saw the physical effort she made to remain calm, to hold still, while she analyzed the situation. Mia was trying desperately to figure out exactly which fantasy he intended to fulfill. He could almost hear her thoughts: Did he hire a professional masseuse just for the massage? Or is he planning to fulfill the other—even more wicked—desire?
He also saw one more thing—a touch of fear, and that immediately concerned him. He didn’t want her afraid. He wanted her drowning in pleasure.
“It’s okay, Mia,” he murmured, as if trying to gentle a wild animal, “it’s just a massage. You can enjoy it or stop it right here and now. Your choice.”
The man he’d invited to join them paused, lifting his hands off Mia’s beautiful legs, waiting for her response. More proof, in Brandon’s mind, that he’d engaged the right person to assist him in this complete seduction of Mia Natale.
There was no listing in the yellow pages under “gigolo” and Brandon wouldn’t have trusted a complete stranger, anyway. So it was very fortunate that, while in Japan, he’d met Sean Murphy. The expat had been charming his way around every bored wife of every American executive staying in their