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Mark Raven’s fault for soiling every notion she had on love and the pleasures that came from enjoying a healthy sex life with the right man.
    Averting her eyes from a half-naked and beautiful Daniel, she sat up and fastened her bra. She snatched her T-shirt from the back of the sofa and put it on. Hugging her waist, it was only then that she met Daniel’s eyes. The guilt had been replaced with understanding. He patted her knee and rolled to his feet.
    “Your pace, remember?” He fastened his jeans, which must have been a difficult feat for he was still visibly aroused. “Is it okay if I use your shower?”
    Samantha nodded and watched Daniel leave the room, knowing in her heart that he was the right man. And she was very much in love with him.

Chapter 5
     
    The water sluicing his body was ice-cold, but Daniel was burning up. Samantha was everywhere. Her soft voice filled his head, her subtle scent invaded his senses, and she’d branded his skin with her touch. Such a tentative touch she had, like she had no idea how to please a man. The minx knew all right, though. His cock was harder than steel, his balls drawn up tight against his body.
    He looked down. If he didn’t relieve the pressure, then walking around with a permanent hard-on would surely be the death of him. He’d already nearly had a cardiac arrest at the sight of those perfect and beautiful tits of Samantha’s. He’d practically panted like a dog at the creamy-white, soft flesh and the coral-hued tips. If his cock had been a tail, it would have wagged in jubilation. Not that Daniel thought a quick whack job would lessen his desire for Samantha, though. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of that happening. He wanted to make love to her every second of every fucking day.
    He fisted his cock and began to slowly stroke the hard shaft. Thoughts of Samantha’s wide-eyed kisses quickened his hand. Suddenly, and without even thinking about her tits, he was there. Groaning under his breath, his cum shot out the end of his cock and splattered all over the tiles, where it was quickly washed down the drain by the running water.
    Daniel breathed heavily for a minute as he let the water rinse the remnants of his whack job from his hand and softening cock. Not as good as the real thing, but already he felt better. There was a bar of soap on the shelf, so he used it to freshen up. While he washed his now fully flaccid cock, he grinned as he remembered earlier when he’d asked Samantha to straddle him on the sofa downstairs. Her face had turned bright red as she’d flustered over a word for his cock. Her blushes were a trait he found endearing.
    His skin began to goose bump from the cold water. He flicked the faucets off and stepped from the enclosure. He dried himself and dressed. His shirt smelt sweaty, but there wasn’t a lot he could do about that. Unless…Daniel went to the top of the stairs and called down. “Sammy? Has Matt got a shirt I can borrow? Mine’s all sweaty.”
    Samantha appeared at the bottom, having seemingly read his mind because she held a T-shirt in her hand. She tossed it up, but since he was already halfway down the stairs, the material hit him full in the face. “Thanks,” he mumbled, pulling it over his head. She waited until he was down before going up the stairs herself.
    She shook her hair free from its topknot. “I’ll just go for a shower myself. Then maybe we can unpack my books.”
    “You take as long as you want, baby. I’ll make a start without you.”
    She sent him a sexy-as-sin smile and then disappeared into the bathroom. He heard the click of the lock and blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. After what Samantha had been through, he couldn’t blame her for still having trust issues. If she wanted to lock him out, then so be it. It was her house, her rules. He wasn’t going to complain or get pissed over it and do something really idiotic, like smash the door down. Not that he would