One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [6]
“My bed?” she whispered, unable to tear her stare from the strong jaw, prominent nose and the curved lips she’d once loved to nibble on when they’d kiss good-night in his car or hers after a dinner date.
He might not have been her usual type, but from the moment they’d met, she’d seen past the nonthreatening, easygoing demeanor to the stunningly handsome man beneath. His green eyes had always been dreamy, his brown hair usually tousled, but the body had been pure, mouthwatering male from day one.
“Your bed, my bed, any bed,” he replied, his tone even, his form still, as if he had enough patience to track her to eternity to get what he wanted.
Her breath emerging choppily from her mouth, she stared at him, wondering what, exactly, had changed about him in six weeks. He was still, of course, very tall, built like someone who broke rocks for a living rather than a man who fiddled with computers. But he was dressed differently. The suit he’d worn to court on the day they’d met hadn’t fit well, as if he couldn’t be bothered to wear one very often. It had clung to his broad shoulders and hung baggily over what she’d come to learn were a very lean waist and hips.
Tonight, though, wearing a black turtleneck and soft, faded jeans, his incredible form was highlighted to perfection. The shoulders were broader—stronger. The arms beneath the tight black cotton thick and flexing with muscle. His chest was hard and huge, and Mia was suddenly struck by the memory of one of their last conversations, on the phone, before he’d gone away.
They’d spent at least an hour sharing whispered fantasies, growing a little—okay, a lot—more outrageous as the call wound on. Particularly since Mia
had been drinking rich red wine and lying in a bubbly bath while talking. Even now, weeks later, her panties grew wet at the memory of his gravelly voice, telling her how much he wanted her to sit on his chest, spread her legs for him and let him devour her into a screaming orgasm.
It was a fantasy she’d had for a while and she’d promised to let him during their sex date. Especially since she’d fulfilled one of his fantasies in the car outside the airport the night he’d left. Now, it appeared, he was here to collect on that promise.
Swallowing, she closed her eyes for a second, wondering if she was really crazy enough—brave enough—to say yes.
He bent toward her, brushing the stubbled cheek—so unlike his usual clean-shaven look—against her face. His thick hair was longer than it had been, as if he’d had no time to get it cut. It was now sleek and straight, falling past his collar in a look no nice boy next door would ever wear.
But the eyes…those green eyes still mirrored a warm, romantic soul. He might change the rest, but those emerald-green eyes could never be anything but open, honest and beautiful.
“You promised to greet me at the door ready for sin when I got back. Imagine my disappointment when you weren’t there.”
She shivered, wondering how she could keep her thoughts together enough to deal with this when the man was brushing his lips ever so lightly against her neck. She felt his warm exhalations flowing on her skin and moaned at the contact. When he scraped his teeth on the fragile lobe of her ear, she actually began to shake. “ Brandon —”
“Give me tonight, Mia. Give it to me not because you promised, but because you want it just as much as I do.”
She did. God help her, she absolutely did.
“We take the pleasure we’ve both been looking forward to, then tomorrow we walk away. No questions asked.”
That should have cinched it, since it was what Mia had wished could have happened the first time around. She’d regretted not having lain naked in Brandon Young’s arms, at least once, every single day since he’d left.
But she’d also been long telling herself that having sex with him before leaving Pittsburgh would have complicated things—that he’d never have let her go, never have admitted how wrong she was for him, if they’d gone to bed together.
Now he was offering her what she’d been dying for with absolutely no expectations. No