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

almost as if he knew what she’d been thinking, ran his tongue over his lips. She felt a blush warming her cheeks. Perhaps a glass of something stronger than the homemade lemonade chilling in the refrigerator was called for.
    With a smile stretching his gorgeous mouth, Daniel pointed the tip of the shears at Samantha. “Didn’t you tell me that that was a marigold?”
    She looked down at the weed she was holding, or rather, the marigold. Oh, darn! “This sun has frazzled my brain. Time for a break and a long, cool drink.” She rose to her feet and dusted the earth from her knees. “That lemonade should be ready now.”
    “You’ve got my vote.”
    He followed her inside and they washed their hands at the kitchen sink. She removed a pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator and filled two glasses. She took a sip. It wasn’t ice-cold, but it was still refreshing. Daniel finished his lemonade in one long draft, and she watched, fascinated at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.
    He then placed the glass down on the kitchen table and approached her. The fresh odor of sweat blended with the bergamot and peppermint of his aftershave washed over her as he loosely wrapped his arms around her. His breath smelled of lemon.
    “That was nice,” he said, smiling. “But you’re nicer.”
    “If that’s your way of getting your hands on my glass of lemonade, you can think again. There’s plenty in the pitcher. I’m sure you can pour yourself another.” She laughed at the outrageous angelic expression he sported. Though the amber flecks in his eyes began to glow, he stood still and did nothing. She knew exactly why. He was waiting for her to make the next move.
    Drawing in a deep breath, Samantha placed her glass on the counter. Keeping her eyes trained on the task she was about to perform, she slid one hand up around his shoulders and placed her other hand on the front of his shirt. The first two buttons were undone, so she flicked at the third. It popped free. On another deep breath, she popped the fourth button, then all the rest down to the waistband of his jeans. She glanced back up to his face at his loud inhale.
    He nodded. “Yes,” he whispered.
    Reassured by his encouragement, she slowly drew the edges of his shirt apart. Then with a burst of impatience, she tugged the shirt from his shoulders and down off his arms. It dropped to the floor, and a gasp fell from her lips at the sight of all that tanned and honed flesh. She traced a finger down the line that bisected his pecs and over the firm ridges of his abs, reveling in the warmth of his skin.
    “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured as she inched a finger into the waistband of his jeans. He jerked slightly. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be. You just found my ticklish spot.” He cupped her chin and tilted her face up to meet his eyes. “And ‘You’re so beautiful?’ Shouldn’t that be my line?”
    “A man can be beautiful, too, Daniel.” She leaned a little closer to him. “Kiss me?”
    “My pleasure.”
    Daniel captured her lips with a hot and lemony, yet tender, kiss that curled her toes. His tongue slid between her teeth and rasped over her tongue, and she moaned into his mouth. He was such a good kisser. Better than Raven. She started and scolded herself for even wasting one iota of a thought on that rat.
    “Baby, are you okay?” he asked, his tone full of concern.
    She nodded and gave herself another mental scolding.
    “Do you want to stop?”
    “No. Let’s go get comfortable.” She laced her fingers through his and led him into the living room and over to the largest of the two sofas. “Lie on your side.”
    He ignored her, lying on his back and putting his hands behind his head. “Why don’t you straddle me instead? That way you’ll be in full control.”
    Samantha thought about that for a moment. What Daniel had suggested was true. However, one quick glance at the erection stretching the front of his jeans and she rejected