One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [5]
“Don’t flatter yourself,” he mumbled, his tone uninterested—though he was very interested, indeed. “I’m here on business, heard your sister was getting married in this hotel and figured you’d be here.”
Mia nodded slowly. “And you…just happened to be walking by my door just now?”
Slowly smiling, Brandon shook his head and turned to give her his full attention. “No, I’ve been watching your door. My room’s directly across the hall.”
Her mouth rounded into a surprised O. “Coincidence…”
He shook his head again, slowly, stepping closer to her. His eyes narrowed, his steps measured, he watched the way her face flushed and her pulse fluttered in her throat. Not controlled at all. No, she was still intimidated. Still unsure what he was doing here. Good.
“It wasn’t a coincidence, Mia. As soon as I found out you were staying here I had my room changed.”
Reaching up, he smoothed his thumb across her bottom lip. When in the courtroom, Mia kept her full, sensual lips unadorned with makeup and tightly compressed. But she had a mouth designed for pleasure and he’d quite enjoyed the pleasures that mouth had provided. During their very last sensual encounter—the night before he’d gone away—he’d briefly met the wild, wanton woman she kept under tight rein during her day-to-day life.
Tonight, he’d get to know that woman thoroughly if it was the last thing he did.
“You see, you owe me something,” he finally continued. “And I’m here to collect.”
She didn’t move, just watched him with those wide, brown-black eyes, usually so unreadable but now holding both curiosity and excitement. She didn’t recognize him, he knew that much. She didn’t see the nice programmer in the threatening man who’d accosted her at her door tonight. And the woman was wildly excited by that fact, as he’d known she would be.
“What exactly do you think I owe you?” Visibly swallowing, she added, “I suppose you want an explanation for my leaving the way I did, without talking to you about it?”
“I know why you left. That’s not what I’m referring to.”
And he did know why she’d left. He’d known she wasn’t happy in Pittsburgh and she missed her family, especially since her father had had a stroke. Though they drove her nuts, she obviously loved them.
He’d also known by her final message that he—nice, dependable Brandon —would never be enough to entice her to stay.
His jaw tightening, he stepped closer, until the ends of his shoes touched her pretty toes. He ran the tip of his finger in a light caress from her mouth, over her chin and down the long line of her slender throat.
Her voice trembling now, she asked, “Then what?”
He didn’t reply at first, just stared down at her, watching the way her skin reacted to the ever-so-delicate scrape of his fingertip. She was rosy and flushed, tiny goose bumps of anticipation appearing on her skin, all the way down to the soft crevice of cleavage rising from her ruby-red gown.
He loved her breasts. Loved toying with them and tasting those perfect brown nipples as he had during a few of their more intimate moments. He’d known that when the time came, he’d have her on top of him, thrusting up into her in rhythm with each powerful suck and that image had kept him hard and desperate during many long, sleepless nights in Japan .
“ Brandon , answer me. What is it you think I owe you?”
“What you owe me, Mia,” he murmured, moving even closer so the smell of her hair and her body overwhelmed his senses, “is a night in your bed.”
Chapter 2
The earth stopped turning. At least, the little piece of it on which Mia stood. And her heart stopped with it. Because of all the things she’d expected to hear from Brandon Young, the idea that he’d tracked her down in Chicago to demand that she sleep with him wasn’t even in the realm of possibility.
She should have been shocked. Offended. Instead, a warm drizzle of hunger, which had started coursing in her blood the moment she’d set eyes on his incredibly handsome face, roared through her like