Seducing the Enemy's Daughter by Jules Bennett

Sam’s father interrupted their evening.
    But when Sam exited her bedroom with her cell in hand and a look of defeat on her face, he knew his plans for the evening may have just headed south.
    “Everything okay?” he asked, coming to his feet and guiding her to the sofa.
    “Just personal business.”
    “Want to talk about it?”
    She nestled her head in the crook of his arm. “My father just made some decisions that I’d hoped he’d reconsider. Obviously he doesn’t care about others’ feelings.”
    “I don’t know what’s going on, but if you want to talk…”
    She smiled up at him. “Thanks. I’d rather not.”
    Of course not. That would’ve been too easy.
    “How about a movie?” he suggested. “I ordered room service, and it should be here any minute.”
    “Bless you.”
    While they waited on room service, they agreed on an action flick and, much to Brady’s surprise, she’d not only seen the movie but loved it.
    Great, now they had something in common other than Lani Kaimana and sexual attraction. As if he needed yet another reason to have his defenses soften toward this woman.
    When the food arrived, Brady took care of tipping the waiter and moved the silver cart beside the couch.
    “Do you have a blanket?” he asked.
    Her brows drew together. “Are you suggesting a carpet picnic?”
    “Do you mind?”
    A beaming smile spread across her face. “I’ll be right back.”
    They spread the thick, cream-colored comforter from her bed in front of the couch and took a seat with their food, wine and glasses.
    While the movie rolled in the background, Brady hand-fed Sam strawberries and nearly groaned when her tongue darted out to lick the juice running down his hand.
    “This was the best idea,” she said.
    “You’re the one who wanted to stay in,” he reminded her.
    “True, but you ordered the food.”
    He grinned. “Maybe we’re just a good team.”
    Once all the food was gone, the wine empty, Brady settled with his back against the couch. Sam came to rest between his legs, her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and, more than his next breath, he wanted to rip off that thin tank so he could feel her skin on his.
    But he had to take this at her pace. The pace that was damn near killing him.
    By the end of the movie, Sam was asleep.
     
    Sam awoke in her bed, in the dark. With Brady at her side. Alarmed, she sat up.
    “What?” Brady jerked. “Are you okay?”
    Her eyes focused in the dark as she glanced back to him. “Um…how did we get here?”
    “You fell asleep,” he told her in a husky, sleep-filled voice. “I carried you in here.”
    Sam glanced back to her nightstand and groaned. “It’s nearly 3:00 a.m. I’m so sorry, Brady.”
    “Sorry for what?”
    When she turned her head, their lips nearly connected. “For falling asleep on you.”
    His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do I look upset?”
    She licked her lips. “You look turned on.”
    “I am.”
    “Are you going to make love to me?”
    “Yes.”
    She moved a hand up his T-shirt, over his shoulder and threaded her fingers through his hair. “Good.”
    He reached out, circling her wrist with his strong hand as his mouth came crashing down on hers. Both eager, frantic, they came to their knees with their mouths still fused.
    Hands were everywhere, tugging at shirts, pulling on waistbands. Sam didn’t recall wanting a man with everything in her. Nor did she recall loving how a man kissed so much. And Brady Stone could make her forget the world existed with just one hot, steamy kiss.
    When he eased back to remove her shirt completely, his eyes widened. “You have no clue how long I’ve wanted you.”
    “I have a good idea.”
    In no time at all their clothes were strewn about and they moved down on the bed together as one. Bare skin to bare skin. Lips to lips. Chest to chest.
    The feel of his solid erection against her heated skin only made her hunger for more.
    Instead of coming together, Brady