Royal Trouble by Becky McGraw Page A

his tight grip on her body.  "I'm sorry for being an ass.  You look so damned beautiful tonight, every man in the room wants you.  I hate it when they look at you."  The sincerity in his voice washed over her and his words took some of the sting out of his earlier insults.
    "I don't want them.  I'm used to that, men look.  That doesn't mean I enjoy it."  She didn't like it.  Leigh Ann had dealt with that all her life and hated it in fact.  "I don't have any control over it though."
    "I know, and men are always going to look at you.  You're beautiful.  It's rude, but it's going to happen.  It shouldn't bother me, but...with Laura, it just---" 
    He looked off to the side and his eyes got a faraway look in them and Leigh Ann reminded, "I'm not Laura, Wes."  His eyes met hers again, and he was seeing her not his ex-wife now, she could see that, and was relieved. 
    "I know that too, and I'm so damned glad you're not...so damned glad,"  Wes told her leaning in to gently kiss her, once, twice, before she opened her mouth and he slid his tongue inside to deepen the kiss.  Leigh Ann's fists unclenched, releasing his shirt and she smoothed out the wrinkles there with her palms, before sliding her hands up to his broad shoulders. 
    Wes's hands closed over her butt and he lifted her against him, as he pushed her back into the closed stall door with a growl, never taking his sexy mouth from hers.  Leigh Ann's heart sped up as she laced her fingers together behind his neck to hold on to him.  His fingers crawled in the chiffon of her skirt to lift it, then his hot hands branded her skin. 
    With a moan, she lifted her legs around his hips, wanting him to put out the fire burning at her core.  This was going too far, too fast.  But she couldn't make herself stop him.  Wes adjusted his hold on her and she felt his hardness pressing against her folds.  Liquid fire floated up her body, and Leigh Ann ground her hips against him.  If he wanted to, she would let him unzip his pants and slide into her right here.  It would be so good, and she was more than ready.
    But then what would he think of her? 
    Leigh Ann's mother's voice flew into her head dimming some of her excitement. Public restroom sex is not something a lady would engage in .  Not that her mother had ever voiced those words to her before, but Leigh Ann knew that's what she would say.
    Leigh Ann didn't want to be a lady, she wanted Wes Jepson inside of her.  Right here, right now.  The thought tantalized her even more, and she was about to suggest it to him, if someone hadn't tried the knob on the bathroom door before knocking impatiently.  The sound echoed off of the porcelain-tiled walls, waking her from the sensual haze that Wes was weaving around her.  Her legs loosened at his waist and she let them slide down his until she was standing again.
    His hands fell from her and he stepped back, his eyes dilated, his pupils almost overtaking the hazel irises.  "Wow," he said breathlessly as he ran a hand over his slightly stubbled jaw.
    Leigh Ann swallowed and pushed off of the door to stand upright, her legs feeling like a newborn colt.  Another knock came at the door, this one louder and more insistent.  She looked at Wes, who was re-tucking his shirt into his pants, and then at the locked bathroom door.  If she opened that door, everyone in the restaurant, everyone in Texas probably, would know what they had been up to in here very soon. 
    Someone might even be with the press.  Leigh Ann's reputation had been her main concern in life for a long time now.  This would definitely not be something she wanted out for public consumption.  But Wes didn't know that.  She hadn't told him she was former Miss Texas.  Because her sister had asked her not to.  Her mother would have a fit if this wound up in the paper somehow.
    "Hurry, get into the stall and sit on the back of the toilet," she whispered.  "I'll get rid of them."
    "What?  Let's just get