Seducing the Enemy's Daughter by Jules Bennett Page A

rained kissesover her face, her shoulders, her chest and on down her abdomen. Instinctively, her legs parted as he settled between them.
    He rested his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her before he tasted her. Sam arched off the bed, grabbed hold of his hands with her own and groaned. His cool mouth made quite the contrast to her heated center.
    With slow—agonizingly slow—kisses he continued to devour her as she writhed against him.
    Just when she thought she couldn’t take the assault anymore without screaming, he eased back up her body. “You taste so sweet, Sam.”
    “Take me,” she pleaded. “Don’t make me wait.”
    She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. Brady took the foil wrapper and in no time had himself sheathed.
    He moved over her, spreading her legs wide with his hard thighs.
    She eased her knees up, allowing him total access. Sam held on to his taut shoulders as he entered her in one swift move. The burning quickly gave way to pleasure.
    Brady stilled, then as if a dam had broken free, he started moving his hips. His head dipped down to take a nipple. The soft, moist suction ofhis mouth combined with the hard, frantic pace of his hips nearly drove Sam insane.
    She couldn’t keep her eyes open another minute. Her fingers tightened over his muscled skin as he pulled out and thrust back in. Over and over again.
    Sam cried out. She saw the bursts of light behind her lids. Warmth spread through her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, tilting her own hips to feel more.
    “Yes, yes.”
    Brady captured her cries with his mouth. His tongue mimicking their lovemaking.
    Her inner muscles clenched, and Sam let out one long moan.
    Tingling sensations sped throughout her body as the climax rolled through her. And just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Brady pumped in and out in fast, frantic motions. Finally, his body shuddered, his hands gripped her thighs. Sam held on as his body tightened with his release.
    When the tremors ceased, he rubbed his palms over her belly, her breasts. “Are you okay?”
    “Ask me again when I can catch my breath.”
    Brady chuckled as he eased off the bed. In the distance she heard him running water in the bathroom.
    Her body was beyond tired, beyond satisfied. The man knew just where and how to touch a woman. He wasn’t a selfish lover; if anything he cared more about her needs than his own. Why had she put him off for so long?
    He didn’t hesitate to climb between the rumpled sheets with her once again. Wrapping his arm around her waist.
    She rolled over, pressed her backside into his front and relished the fact that she was in Brady Stone’s arms. They’d made love and she couldn’t be more pleased with her life right now.
    Except for the fact her brother and father were still trying to control her, Sam was doing well. And even though they’d all but cast her aside, she knew in the long run, she’d be better off if she got out of the company for good.
    She didn’t want to be involved with anybody who thought they knew what was best for her. She wanted to be on equal terms with the men in her life. So far, Brady had proven he thought her his equal. Perhaps she should reconsider his business proposal. But right now, business was the last thing she wanted to think about.
    She couldn’t berate herself for allowing her lack of self-control to interfere with business. So far, every time Sam had needed someone, Brady hadbeen there. And now that she’d shared her body, she knew trusting him with the business of revamping the resort was the right decision.
    If the man was half as thorough with business as he was in bed, Sam was quite certain that she’d made the right choice in going against her father’s wishes and partnering up with Brady.
    In the end, her father may just thank her.
    With Brady’s soft, warm breath on her neck, Sam drifted off to sleep, thankful she’d finally given in to her desires.

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