Seducing His Opposition / Secret Nights at Nine Oaks: Seducing His Opposition

“Worm? That isn’t exactly flattering.”

She smiled. “Good, it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Where have you been tonight?” he asked.

“Clubbing with my cousins. I’ve never been clubbing before,” she said. “Have you ever gone?”

“Yes. I’m co-owner of a nightclub, remember?”

“That’s right. You probably write it off on your taxes as research.”

He did, but he didn’t say so. “Did you dance with a lot of men?” “Jealous?”

“Incredibly,” he said, moving closer to her. She was leaning against the wall next to the elevator and he put his hands on either side of her head.

He leaned in closer until his lips brushed against hers. “Who did you dance with?”

“My cousins, my brother, but I dreamed it was you,” she said with her eyes half-closed. “I don’t think I should have told you that.”

He felt that tight ball in his stomach relax. “You definitely should have told me.”

He kissed her softly on the lips and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Are you a good dancer?” she asked as he broke the kiss.

“I don’t know. No one has ever complained,” he said.

“I knew you’d say something like that. Do you like holding me?” she asked.

He realized she was a little tipsy and saying things that she probably wouldn’t have otherwise.

“I do. Do you like being in my arms?”

“Definitely. But you are just my vacation stud, remember that,” she said to him.

“I won’t forget it. Which room is yours?”

“Number 3106,” she said. “Why?”

“I think we should get you to your room and out of the hallway.”

“Good idea. I’m tired, Justin.”

“I know, sweetie.”

“Sweetie? Did you call me sweetie?” “I did. Any objections?”

“No. I think I like it, but we’re really not close enough for you to call me that.” “I wish we were,” he said. “Do you?”

“I wouldn’t have said it if it weren’t true.”

“Are you a straight talker?” she asked.

“Sometimes. With you I am more than I want to be. You seem to bring out the awkward truth in me.”

She giggled, and the sound enchanted him. She was such a sweet girl when her defenses were down. He helped her open her door and saw that her suite was laid out the reverse of his.

“I wanted you in my room earlier,” she said.

“Not really,” he said. “I think you were trying to throw me.”

“I was,” she admitted. “But a part of me did want you here. It’s so much easier to start an affair before you have time to think of the risks involved.”

“Yes, it is. But we aren’t going to start one tonight,” he said.

“We aren’t? Why not?” she asked.

He leaned down and kissed her because he was human and a man who wanted her very much. The kiss was passionate and intense, all the things he’d known it would be, but at the same time the taste of those minty mojitos she’d been drinking all night lingered on her tongue. She wasn’t herself tonight. And he wanted her to be fully aware of what she was doing when they did become lovers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and tipped her head back to look up at him. “I like the way you feel in my arms.”

“I do, too. I’ve never had a woman fit so well in my arms before. Your head nestles just right on my shoulder, your breasts are cushioned perfectly on my chest,” he said, and he slid his hands down her back to her hips, “and your hips feel just right against mine.”

She swiveled her hips against his. “Yes, they do. Are you sure you don’t want to stay with me tonight?”

“No, I’m not sure,” he said, but he wasn’t going to. He wanted Selena but he wanted her on his terms. And that meant having her respect. She was going to be a vacation fling, not a one-night stand. So he slowly drew her arms down from his shoulders and gave her a kiss that almost killed him when he pulled away.