One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [18]
It was as if he’d read her thoughts.
The frown softened as he trailed his fingers across her bare shoulder, gently caressing the tender skin at her nape. “And I won’t let you try to stop me from loving you.”
Feeling moisture prick her eyes, she asked, “You really love me?”
“I do.”
“Even after last night?” She needed to know for sure whether what had happened last night might ever come back to haunt them. Better to know now. Her voice quivering, she added, “After everything I let someone else do to me?”
Brandon rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip. “I loved watching that….”
“But?”
“But I’m glad it stopped when it did.”
“So am I. There’s a fine line between fantasy and regret. I’m glad we didn’t cross it.”
He shrugged. “I know. Because if it had gone much further I would have had to rip that guy’s dick off.”
Mia couldn’t help it, she threw her head back and laughed. “You’re the one who started it!”
“And I’m glad I was the only man who finished it.”
So was she.
“I love you, Brandon,” she whispered, knowing he had to be waiting for the words. His smile told her how much he treasured them. “Thank you for coming after me, even if it was just to teach me a lesson.”
“I think I’m the one who got the lesson.”
“I think we both did. You definitely don’t have to prove anything else to me ever again.”
“Like that I’m your match in bed? That I can go toe to toe with you on anything you come up with?”
Stretching like a cat, Mia slowly rose, straddling his lean hips, feeling him already hard and ready between her thighs. “Hmm…as I recall, you said something on the phone that night about gentle restraint.” She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and pushed his hands over his head, holding them there, pretending he was trapped. “I’ve got you now. You can’t move a muscle, can you?”
He played along with the fantasy, the latest they’d fulfill. But he couldn’t help thrusting up and groaning, “I’m pretty sure I was talking about tying you up, sweetheart.”
“I don’t remember that at all.”
Laughing in helpless desperation, he nipped at her breast, but Mia remained just out of reach. “Okay, okay, I give up. I’m willing to lie here and let you…”
He hesitated over the final unspoken words that echoed in the silent bedroom: be in control. But as if already determined to prove everything he’d said earlier, about give and take, yin and yang, he instead finished, “…have your wicked way with me.”
She giggled at the old-fashioned term and at the helpless expression on his handsome face.
“Just be warned. When it’s my turn? We’ll be using real silk scarves.”
Mia shivered, physically aroused and so happy she didn’t know what to do. So she ended the game, collapsing on his chest and catching his mouth in a slow, sweet kiss.
Then catching the rest of his body in slow, sweet love.
As they rocked and swayed together, Mia couldn’t help murmuring, “I’m so glad I didn’t go back to my place last night.”
“Mmm, me, too. Think they’ll let us keep this room another day or two?”
A wicked laugh spilled out of her mouth. “If they knew the kinds of naughty things that had taken place in here, I’m sure they’d have ordered us out already.”
“Are you saying nobody else in this hotel got lucky last night?”
“Brandon,” she replied, going very still to look down at him with pure love in her eyes, “I don’t think anybody in the whole world was as lucky as we were last night.”
Epilogue
They nearly missed their flight.
After a long, full night of eroticism and tenderness, Izzie and Nick both overslept. By the time Izzie glanced at the clock through nearly lowered lashes, awakened by the slant of sunlight peeking through the slit in the heavy drapes, it was nearly ten. Their flight to Aruba left O’Hare at noon.
The two of them threw their things in their suitcases, washed and dressed frantically, and raced out of their room. The whole way down in the elevator, Izzie snuck glances at her watch, nibbling her lip in concern.
“There are other flights, if we miss it we’ll catch the next one,” Nick said, obviously noticing.