Tall Tales and Wedding Veils by Jane Graves Page A

wings?”

    “Hope not,” he said, his breath tickling her ear. “I don’t want to turn around and find you gone.”

    Tonight did seem like the kind of miracle that only the presence of an angel could explain. And what else but a miracle could explain her being in a limousine right now with Tony’s arms around her?

    As he drew her into another kiss, all coherent thought left her mind, and Las Vegas became just one big swirl of light and sound and fairy-tale possibilities.

    Tony had never felt more exhilarated in his life.

    From the moment he’d met this woman in the elevator lobby, he felt as if he’d been on a roller coaster, swooping and turning, up and down. And now—finally—he was on a straight shot all the way to the top. For years now, he’d been waiting for an opportunity that would get his life going in the right direction. Careerwise, that was going to happen. He was going to buy the perfect business. Had he lucked out and found the perfect woman at the same time?

    She felt so good beneath his hands that he couldn’t stop touching her. She was hardly a wisp of a woman, but the longer he held and kissed her, the more enticing she became. He wanted more of her.
All
of her. Right here, right now, in the back of this limousine.

    But from their first kiss in that elevator lobby, he knew he wasn’t dealing with the kind of woman he usually dated—party girls who provided breathtaking sex with no strings attached. Any one of those women would have been ripping her clothes off the second the limo door shut behind them. This one, though, had sat down and looked around, her eyes wide with wonder, and when he so much as put his hand on her leg, she’d practically jumped out of her skin.

    Take it easy,
he’d told himself.
This one is different.

    She wore a loose-fitting blouse, a skirt that was a respectable length, and shoes that were way too sensible. And even though she had breasts that would turn any man’s head, she didn’t flaunt them. She wasn’t
trying
to be sexy.

    Maybe that was what was so damned sexy about her.

    Not only that, but she was smart too. He’d dated enough dim bulbs to know the difference. He didn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman who had more going on upstairs than he did. That should have done some serious damage to his male ego, but for some reason, it just drew him to her even more.

    The excitement of winning that money combined with the alcohol that had gone to his head in conjunction with kissing this wonderful, wonderful woman in the back of a darkened limousine made him feel on top of the world. This was good. This was
very
good.

    This was extraordinary.

    As he kissed her, he slid his hand to her breast, and when he found her nipple with his thumb, it was already hard and swollen. When he stroked it, she moaned against his mouth and pressed her breast harder against his palm, asking for more. It was all he could do not to rip open her blouse, hike up her skirt, and take her right here on the seat of this limo.

    No. You can’t do that. Not with this one.

    He pulled away, took her face in his hands, and stared at her. She looked back at him, her breath coming in soft little gushes, her pale blue eyes blinking dreamily.

    “What?” she murmured.

    “You’re different than other women I know.”

    “Good different or bad different?”

    “For where I am right now in my life, sweetheart, you couldn’t be better.”

    She smiled at him with those full lips and perfect white teeth, and he thought,
This woman. She’s the one.

    The women he’d dated over the years had been just for fun. They’d been out for a good time, and so had he. But this was different. Suddenly he was experiencing the kind of mental clarity he was sure most men never did, that indescribable feeling that he’d finally found his direction in life. Come Monday, he was entering into a whole new phase. He was going to be a responsible businessman, maybe eventually even a