One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [7]
So why did the words tomorrow we walk away sound so stark—almost painful—as they hung in the warm, sensual air of her room?
“Come to me, Mia.”
She didn’t understand at first, since she was separated from him by only a sliver of night air, until Brandon released her. Without waiting for her answer, without allowing her to say a word, he moved away, giving her space, taking his warmth with him. With a slow smile that promised delights she’d never dreamed possible, he walked to the door, opened it and stepped into the corridor.
“My door will be unlocked.”
And then he was gone.
* * *
What if she doesn’t come? “She will,” he murmured in the quiet of his room. He knew it. In fact, he was so confident of it, he kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt, knowing he wouldn’t have to walk back across that hallway tonight.
They might not have dated long, but during the month they’d spent together, Brandon had come to understand Mia Natale in a way he doubted even she did. She wouldn’t be able to resist, if only out of her innate curiosity.
Mia didn’t like being wrong about anything. And if she sensed she’d misread him, she’d have to find out the truth. He could predict the thoughts going through her head and all would inevitably lead her to his room in less than five minutes.
The only thing he had never been able to comprehend about Mia was why she’d dumped him before being absolutely sure he couldn’t give her the wild, sexual affair she craved. For that, he was certain, was why she’d ended things the way she had. They’d built toward something explosive; she’d decided he couldn’t deliver and had cut her losses and run without even giving him a chance.
She’d liked the guy the world knew, he didn’t doubt that. But, he strongly suspected, she’d just never really believed he could be the right match for her sexually, since she was a brash, untamed woman and believed him a nice, conservative man.
Oh, how sad for her. She’d mistaken nice for unadventurous. Because when it came to sex, Brandon was up for just about anything. There wasn’t much he hadn’t done. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do.
Especially tonight.
And once he’d shown her just how foolish she’d been to underestimate him—to never realize that the nice guy the world knew was not the one who would have shared her bed—he’d be the one walking away.
Thrusting away a stab of regret that thought caused him, he lifted his glass in a silent toast to the night. But he hadn’t even had time to bring it to his lips before a soft knock intruded. Glancing at his watch, he murmured, “Two minutes,” and laughed softly.
As he opened the door, seeing Mia’s almost nervous half smile, he had to wonder something. If she knew what he really had in store for her tonight…would she still have had the nerve to show up here?
Didn’t matter. She was here now and it was much too late for her to back out.
So, reaching for her, he took her hand. Then Brandon drew her into his room for what he vowed would be the most erotic night the woman had ever experienced.
She might not remember the fantasies she’d once whispered to him during a long, sensual telephone call.
But Brandon most certainly did.
* * *
Mia had known there was something different about Brandon from the moment he’d pushed his way into her room earlier. The anticipation in his eyes and his lazy, almost jaded smile reiterated that. But somehow, she didn’t care. Because at the sight of that huge, bare chest, rippling with muscle and covered with miles of glorious golden skin, she was stripped of all rational thought.
She wanted. She simply wanted.
“Drink?” he asked, walking over to the bar, which was positioned in mirror image to the one in her room across the hall.
“No, thank you,” she whispered, as she dropped her purse. She had to wonder why he’d let go of her hand and stepped away. Was he going to make this difficult on her? Make her work for him after all he’d done to