The Millionaire's Unexpected Proposal (Entangled Indulgence) by Jane Peden

instead of JD’s brilliantly blue ones. Those dark eyes stared back at her. And she felt a little thrill run through her. She remembered how quickly those eyes went from clear to dark gray when he was passionate. And now he was standing there, his eyes staring into hers with a startling intensity. Waiting for her to take those steps forward and join him. This may not be a marriage that was intended to last forever, but it was a real marriage—at least in the legal sense—and she was about to become Sam’s wife. He might not like her, but she could tell from the way his eyes took her in, he wanted her.
    She wondered for a moment what it would be like to be loved by a man like him, and felt a fleeting stab of jealousy toward the woman who would one day truly be his wife. She took a deep breath, and as the single violinist changed tempo, began her own walk down the stone path.

Chapter Nine
    It was stupid to be so nervous about her wedding night. It wasn’t like she’d never slept with Sam before. Yes, she reminded herself, but comparing the young, brash lawyer she’d met in Las Vegas to the man he was now was like comparing a summer rain to a tsunami. Sam in Las Vegas had been playful, with a touch of arrogance tempered by an almost boyish charm. The man she’d married today had a reputation for being assertive in the courtroom. And considering the way he’d made her unravel in the limo after the charity ball, she suspected he was just as assertive in bed.
    He caught her eye as he turned back from the door, and she looked away, quickly. They were having dinner in their suite—the honeymoon suite, according to Margot. Camilla was still in her dress. Apparently the photography package had included intimate shots of the two of them dining by candlelight, toasting each other with champagne. This was after a seemingly endless series of photographs following the ceremony. She’d thought it was silly, but Sam had pointed out that it would be a bit strange to return from their romantic elopement without wedding pictures to display.
    And so she had posed, on the beach, on the balcony, twirling with him on the terrace in their “first dance.”
    Then all too soon JD and Olivia had hugged her and waved good-bye, boarding the yacht with Sam’s two partners for a three-day cruise. I know why we have to go on the boat, JD had pronounced as they got ready to leave. Sam and Mommy want to go kissy-kissy. Sam had stared at her then, eyes narrowed, and she’d known exactly what he was wondering. How many other men had JD seen go “kissy-kissy” with his mommy.
    But there had been only Danny.
    Sam handed the photographer a tip, then locked the door behind him, after hanging the Do Not Disturb sign. They were completely alone.
    How was it possible to be so physically drawn to a man she was constantly at odds with? She’d been confident, even in the limo, that she could keep her physical desires and her emotions separate. The limo had been hot and fast and spontaneous, with no time to think before her own passions and his demands as a lover swept her away. But it felt different now that they had gone through the wedding ceremony and were alone, just steps away from the romantic king-size bed. Mixed with her anticipation of the intense and demanding lover she knew Sam would be was the certainty that things were about to get a lot more complicated. And there was no turning back.
    Sam walked back over to the table, taking off his tuxedo jacket and tossing it over the back of one the silk upholstered chairs.
    “Still hungry?” he asked.
    She shook her head no. She’d eaten very little of the gourmet meal, but she found she had no appetite at all. Her throat felt dry and she lifted her champagne class and gulped down half its contents.
    “Good,” Sam said. Then he reached down and quite simply lifted her out of the chair and carried her through the doorway into the spacious bedroom of the suite.
    …
    Sam had mixed feelings as he set