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

fingertips as if it were the barrel. “Idiot.”
    She was both relieved and pleased that Daniel wasn’t disappointed about what happened earlier on the sofa, that they hadn’t made love. She was pleased and relieved about that, too. Well, perhaps pleased wasn’t the right word, but with Daniel keeping his promise of going at her pace, she certainly was relieved. It felt good to be in control, for her to call the shots as such. It relaxed her, which in itself was beneficial because Daniel’s erection had been massive. Had they made love, she honestly doubted he would have fitted inside her.
    While she twisted her damp hair up and fastened it into a topknot, Samantha felt her cheeks heat at the memory of the size of Daniel’s penis. Heavens, he’d been huge and so hard. She snuck a quick glance at his crotch. Though a bulge was evident to the front of his jeans, it wasn’t as noticeable as when he’d gone upstairs to shower. She’d masturbated in her shower to relieve some of the tension that had coiled within her womb. Had he done the same?
    The rapping on glass then drew her attention to the kitchen window. Rex Latimer waved at her. She waved back and then went to the door, letting him in. “Rex! Come in. What are you doing here?”
    “I hope you don’t mind,” he replied in that Southern drawl of his. “But I was wondering if I can use the shortcut.”
    She laughed. “Bud Watson is okay.”
    “Yes, he is. In very small doses.”
    Rex’s attention then zeroed in on the frowning Daniel, and Samantha said, “Heavens, where are my manners? Rex, this is Daniel Ferris. Daniel, Rex Latimer. Mona’s coworker.”
    Rex switched the black medical bag he carried from his right hand to his left and shook hands with Daniel. “Ramona’s told me a lot about you,” he said.
    “I thought I could feel my ears burning,” Daniel returned.
    Samantha stared at the two men, who seemed to be sizing each other up. She shook her head. Her brother, Matt, was bad enough, but this bordered on ridiculous. For a brief moment a flash of uncharacteristic sarcasm took over. In the red corner we have Rex Latimer, vet and pacifist. And in the blue corner, Daniel Ferris, geologist and mouthwateringly gorgeous. Who will win this battle for the title of ‘The Bodyguard?’ “Rex, won’t you stay for a bite to eat?”
    “I’d love to, but no. Thank you for asking. Rain check? Perhaps the four of us can get together sometime one evening?”
    She nodded. “Dinner at Rendezvous would be great.”
    “I’ll book us a table.” Rex nodded at Daniel. “It was nice to meet you, Daniel. Samantha? Take care. I’ll see you later.”
    “He seems okay,” Daniel commented, as Rex went through to the living room where he exited the French doors into the rear garden for the shortcut to Bud Watson’s ranch.
    “Yes, he is,” Samantha agreed. “He’s been a great source of comfort to Mona. And to me. After Mark, he was the only man—well, apart from Dad, Ross, and Matt—that I wasn’t afraid of. I was quite comfortable in his company by myself.” She smiled. “Mona found her romantic side when she met Rex. Not that she’d ever admit to it.”
    A loud growling sound punctured the air. “Sorry,” Daniel said, rubbing his stomach. “Can we eat now?” She laughed at his earnest and angelic expression. He pulled the chair out for her before sitting down himself. “These veggies look delicious. You grow them?”
    She dished a helping of salad onto her plate. “No. They’re all from Dad’s garden.” She passed him the bowl so he could load his plate, and load up he did. Amused, she shook her head. “Baguette slice?” This time, she rolled her eyes heavenward as Daniel took at least half of the buttered bread.
    “Hollow legs, remember?” he said with a teasing twinkle to his already glowing eyes.
    Those amber flecks were mesmerizing and so familiar, but Samantha couldn’t think where she had seen them before. A little frown