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

sauntered up the path. “What do you want, Matt?” she asked.
    Matt jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the cruiser. “Brought the rest of your books.”
    “And?” she continued when Matt inserted a key into the lock and opened the front door.
    “And what? I live here.”
    Despite his own irritation at Matt’s presence, Daniel found himself grinning at his friend’s cockiness. Matt had balls of brass, that was for sure. Just a shame he’d also developed pain-in-the-ass syndrome.
    Samantha started to protest, but Daniel slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her soundly. It only took half a second for her to soften in his arms and kiss him back. Heat instantly flooded his veins at the little mewl that sounded in the back of her throat.
    That delightful mewl traveled from his mouth down through his body and settled in his groin. He uttered a raw groan when his rigid cock pressed against his jeans zipper. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m so hard for you.” She tensed in his arms, and he kicked himself. “I’m going too fast, aren’t I? I’ll slow down. We’ll go at your pace.”
    Samantha gave a grateful nod and slipped free from his arms. She gestured toward Matt’s cruiser. “Bring my books in?”
    Yep, that’s guaranteed to make my cock go limp, Daniel groused, as Samantha disappeared inside the house. Those boxes of books weighed a fucking ton. He was surprised he hadn’t slipped a disc. Not that he could talk. He had enough books at home to open a library, if one a little limited on subjects. But, hey, with Samantha’s books on gardening and romance, and his on geology, seismology, and every Robert B. Parker novel, it was a start.
    Mmm, a library , Daniel mused, when a fantasy popped forward and took shape. Sex in a library. The place where silence ruled. But with one very hot image of bending Samantha over a desk, books flying in all directions with every thrust of his cock into her wet, tight pussy, Daniel very much doubted he’d be able to shush!
    Matt then appeared at the doorway, a smirk on his face, and his hand resting on the holstered gun at his hip.
    “Hurry up, Dan my man. I’ve got a shift in ten minutes.”
    The image fizzled and died, and Daniel only just contained the urge to tell pain-in-the-ass Matt to go fuck himself.
     
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    A trickle of perspiration rolling down between her breasts, Samantha straightened to stretch her back and pushed the bangs from her forehead. Phew, the sun above was fierce, but she had made good progress with her weeding. The bucket in front of her was full and her front garden looked more like its usual immaculate state. The flower beds in the rear garden didn’t need weeding because of the thick mulch of bark chips she’d laid. She decided when she got the chance she would do the same at the front.
    She looked across at Daniel and smiled. He was also on his knees, his brows drawn together in concentration as he clipped the grass not with scissors but a small pair of shears. Perspiration dotted his brow and his shirt clung damply to his back.
    He was one hot and delicious man, and she so much wanted to lick him from head to toe. She swallowed hard, realizing how out of character her thinking was. Then there was the important matter of being a virgin—a fact she had yet to tell Daniel about.
    She nibbled at her bottom lip. Yes, she couldn’t deny she wanted to seduce him, but she didn’t want him to be disappointed at her inexperience. Then she remembered that he’d said she could set the pace. They could go as slow as she wanted. She trusted him, and it certainly would be beneficial for her to explore his body and find out what turned him on and off.
    Plucking a weed from the baked soil that she had loosened with a small garden fork, Samantha wondered if Daniel would like her to peel that shirt from him and feel her way down his body, first with her hands and then with her mouth. He looked up then and,