Explosion of Love (The Armstrongs Book 6) by Jessica Gray

are. The lead singer is my brother Terrence.”
    “Whoa. I haven’t recognized him. He has changed a lot since I last saw him.”
    “Want to say hello?” he asked her.
    “Sure.”
    Grant introduced Samantha to his brother and the rest of the band members, and they talked a few sentences. When their break was over, Terrence asked her what her favorite song was.
    Samantha didn’t even think twice about it. She named Martina McBride’s My Valentine and then glanced at Grant and blushed. When am I going to learn to think before I open my mouth?
    The band started the slow dance number, and before she could protest, Grant had taken her into his strong arms and steered her back onto the dance floor. His body moved fluidly to the rhythm of the music, and the way he was holding her around her waist with a possessive yet tender gesture had her stomach doing flips like crazy. That man was pure dynamite. His strong arms, with his bulging biceps, pulled her against his chest and she didn’t have any other choice than to follow his lead.
    Samantha was in heaven. They floated over the dance floor together, pressed against each other. She laid her head on his shoulder and allowed her body to move with his. She stopped resisting, and in this moment she would have followed him anywhere.
    The words of the song flowed through her mind – pinpointing her situation with Grant.
    When the song ended, she felt him nod toward his brother and the band started up another slow dance. Oh my gosh. I will not survive this. I will melt into a puddle at his feet .
    She hung on, just barely, and when the second song ended, she worked her way free of his grasp. “ I need a break.”
    She could see that Grant wanted to protest, but he gave in and she allowed him to guide her back to their table. When they had almost arrived, he changed their direction, pulling her toward the door.
    “Where are we going, Grant?”
    “You’ll see.” He grinned down at her in the dim lighting of the bar and squeezed her hand. “Trust me.”

Chapter 12
    Grant pulled her along, taking her behind the new bar and down the sand path to the beach. When they’d been dancing, she’d pressed her soft curves against him and he’d felt her shiver under his touch. It had taken all his self-control to hold her in his arms and not kiss her.
    That had been the deciding moment for him and he wouldn’t let her go again. Ever. She’d made her feelings about his past relationships known, albeit without meaning to, but it had hurt deep down.
    Samantha never fell for his charms like all the other girls had done. She knew him too well, and she’d witnessed him earn his bad boy fame. What she didn’t know was that he’d changed. Changed for her.
    The thought that she deserved so much better than him had inspired him to become a better man, and he’d started ignoring the adoration of the willing females.
    Now he was determined to make her see they could keep their friendship and have love on top of it. She thought they could ignore the kiss they shared while swimming, but he knew better. He would never forget how her lips had felt against his own, how she’d tasted. There was no going back to being just friends, at least not for him. He wanted her. Badly.
    He’d never felt like this about another woman before. It wasn’t a fleeting desire. Grant had been around enough to recognize what he wanted and didn’t want. And he knew in his heart of hearts that Samantha Armstrong was it for him.
    And she’s not a kid anymore. Her brothers shouldn’t have any opposition to us getting together. At least I hope so.
    Still, in the back of his head a nagging voice spoke up. You’re not good enough for her. She deserves so much more.
    He knew she could do a lot better than him. She was a top fashion model and could have any man she wanted. Rich men. Successful men. Famous men. Actors, billionaires, Russian oligarchs, European princes, anyone.
    Why would she ever choose to be with someone