Body Rocks [The Andersons 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Marie Jermy

No.” He stared her straight in the eye and took a gamble. “Sammy, I was thinking about running my tongue down your neck.” His gaze dropped to her lush breasts. “I’d also like to run my tongue over your tits. Will you let me?”
    For a moment, he sensed her body tensing, but then she gave an eager nod. “I’d like that, Daniel. But first, help me move.”
    Not giving a fuck that the enormous bulge of his cock was stretching the denim of his jeans and would be seen by all and sundry, Daniel shot to his feet. “What are we waiting for?” he said, laughing and, taking hold of her hand, pulled a laughing Samantha from the B and B. She was still laughing as she slid into the passenger seat of his SUV that was parked in the lot behind the B and B.
    After a quick visit to the general store to buy lemons for the lemonade Samantha wanted to make, they went to the Anderson home. Ross Senior helped him with the loading of three suitcases and six large boxes of books into the back of his SUV. Well, out of courtesy, he’d loaded the boxes of books. He would have to return for the other dozen boxes, all of which contained more books.
    As Daniel got into the driver’s seat, he became aware of a prickling sensation down his spine. He turned slightly and looked up. Matt was watching from an upstairs window. He gave him a cheery wave and wondered how long it would take Matt to move back in with Samantha. Not that he minded Matt moving back, just as long as it wasn’t that day. The following week would be good. It would give him and Samantha some quality time together.
    Not that he really needed them—he remembered Silver Creek well—but Samantha gave Daniel directions, and within two minutes, he parked outside a red-bricked house on Second Street. She immediately gave a cry of dismay and was out of his SUV before he could even open his mouth to ask what was wrong.
    He alighted and followed her up the path that ran central to the house. To the left was a small, circular, lush green lawn, and to the right were flower beds jam-packed with blooms in a riot of colors.
    “Look at the state of my garden!” she cried, sweeping her hand around in a wide arc.
    Okay, so the grass could do with a mow and maybe a bit of a tidy up in the flower beds, but that was it. “It’s not that bad,” he said.
    “‘It’s not that bad,’” she repeated, her brows drawing into a small frown. “Look at the weeds. They’re everywhere.” She shook her head and sighed. “At least my boxes don’t need a trim.”
    Weeds? What weeds? Daniel scratched his head as he surveyed the garden. But then again, he didn’t know his petunias from his pansies, his lobelia from his larkspurs. He did know roses though, but only because his mother had more roses in their backyard than a garden center specializing in the thorny, ornamental blooms. And what the hell was she on about with her boxes not needing a trim? Samantha must have seen his stumped expression, because she pointed to the two conical-shaped, dark-green, shiny-leafed trees on either side of the front door.
    “ Buxus sempervirens, ” she informed him.
    “Oh.” He caught her hand and pulled her into his arms. “Let’s get your stuff in the house first, and then we’ll sort the garden out. I’ll mow and you can weed.”
    “You’ll mow? What, with a lawn mower?” she asked, looking aghast.
    “Well, yes. How else do you expect me to cut the grass? With a pair of scissors?” From under her long lashes, the sheepish look she shot him told him that was exactly what he’d be using.
    Daniel puffed out a resigned breath and then lowered his head. She angled her face toward his, her full lips a hairsbreadth away from his. He was just about to kiss her for all she was worth when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a cruiser pulling up behind his SUV. “Well, that didn’t take long,” he muttered.
    A scowl knitted Samantha’s brows together as Matt alighted from the vehicle and