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do that anyway. Besides, they were taking their relationship at her pace. Samantha would invite him to scrub her back when she felt the time was right.
    Tucking the T-shirt into his waistband, Daniel entered the living room. He guessed the room’s décor was more Samantha than Ramona or Matt. No, it definitely wasn’t Matt. He couldn’t exactly envisage Matt choosing the flower-patterned sofas or the leaf-printed, pale-green curtains. Even the gilt-framed mirror above the stone fireplace was pretty. The TV, on the other hand, he could tell was Matt’s choice. Located in one corner of the room by a set of French doors, the TV was state-of-the-art and large, though not quite big enough to claim dominance. That belonged to the alcoves on either side of the fireplace and no doubt the home of Samantha’s books.
    He bent down beside the boxes on the floor and smiled as he opened the first one. This would take until Christmas. Not that he minded. With a real Christmas tree adorned with twinkling lights and baubles providing festive cheer, it would be nice to cozy up to Samantha on the Chinese-style rug in front of the fire, its flames warming their faces and naked bodies. He felt his cock stir. He grimaced. Now why did he have to go and fantasize about Samantha’s body? The bodice-ripper cover of the romance novel he held in his hand didn’t help matters either.
    At that precise moment, his stomach growled. Daniel put the book on the shelf and decided to make lunch for him and Samantha. Handling sharp implements should surely curb his fantasies. He went into the kitchen, where he instantly scratched making lunch. On one of the counters was a large bowl of fresh salad and a plate of sliced and buttered baguette. All he had to do was lay the table, which took him less than a minute.
    “One book? Yes, I can definitely see you’ve made a start, Daniel.”
    Having just taken the homemade lemonade from the refrigerator, Daniel was about to refill their glasses when Samantha’s voice sounded behind him, startling him. Lemonade sloshed onto the table. “Ah, shi—sugar,” he said, quickly stopping the curse before it developed fully. He swiped a cloth from the drainer and mopped the spilled liquid up. “That was a quick shower, baby.”
    She smiled at the sound of his growling stomach. “You’re not the only one who’s hungry.”
    He laughed and ran his eyes over her. Roughly towel-dried, her hair hung in damp waves around her face. She wore the same jeans, but had changed her snug-fitting pink T-shirt to a longer and looser black one. He wondered if she’d done it to hide her gorgeous body from him. He inwardly snorted. Samantha could have draped herself in a damned parachute and she’d still look gorgeous. He thought about snatching a kiss and then shelved it. Kissing Samantha probably wasn’t a good idea.
    Samantha had other ideas, though, and taking his face in her hands, reached up on tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. She murmured something about him being a fantastic kisser, and that was it, Daniel claimed her mouth as his.
     
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    Daniel had once told her that she rocked his body, or something similar. Well, at that precise moment in time, Samantha knew it was her body that was being rocked. Daniel’s burning yet tender kiss went way beyond fantastic. He was in complete control, too. He must have been, because after devouring her mouth, he broke off the kiss and gently set her at arm’s length.
    “Let’s not get carried away. We have all the time in the world.”
    “Wasn’t that the title of a James Bond song?”
    He screwed his face up in thought. After a moment or two, he said, “ On Her Majesty’s Secret Service . Sammy, are you a secret James Bond fan?”
    “Daniel Craig, yes. Heroic, tough, and simply gorgeous.”
    “Bit like me, then. And see, I even look like him.”
    Samantha laughed when Daniel fashioned his fore and middle fingers and thumb into the shape of a gun and blew on his