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

pool in a shimmering puddle at her feet. He bent to remove her shoes and then stood. Those flames licked hotter as his gaze roamed over, save her boy shorts, her naked body.
    The blood roared through his veins, and his mouth suddenly went dry at the thought of her naked body beneath his, her pussy welcoming his cock, giving him her innocence, and then coming for him. He closed his eyes, the mental picture a whole lot better than the thought. He opened them again when he felt her hand touching his arm.
    “Where did you go to?” she asked.
    “Heaven. Which is where I’m now gonna take you. You’re a Leo, right?” He smiled at her puzzled expression when he turned her around. He slowly ran his index fingers down her spine to the crease of her sweet ass, then across the curve of her hips and up to cup her breasts in his hands, gently rolling the coral-hued nipples into tight peaks. He moved closer and planted a soft, moist kiss on her nape. “I’ve heard that Leos like having their backs touched. It’s a real turn-on for them, apparently.”
    “Really? Where did you hear—mmmm.” She sighed when he dragged his tongue down to the small of her back. He blew air over the wet trail as he worked his way back up to her neck, and then covered the area between her shoulder blades with soft, open-mouthed kisses. “Oh, Daniel, that’s so nice.”
    “Nice? Not a turn-on?”
    “Well, yes, that as well.”
    His laugh was muffled against her skin. By the time Daniel had finished kissing and caressing Samantha’s back some twenty minutes later, he knew she wholeheartedly agreed with him when he slipped his fingers beneath the lace of her shorts and found her pussy creamy wet.
    “Can I take your hair down and brush it?”
    Daniel instantly sensed his question had caught Samantha slightly by surprise. He turned her around and fixed his attention on her topknot. Reaching up with his hands, he tugged the tortoiseshell combs free and her hair tumbled to her shoulders, framing her face in a soft wave of chestnut curls.
    “So beautiful. And so soft,” he said, first testing the weight of the tresses in his hand before allowing a section to twirl around and then slip from his fingers. He went over to her overnight bag and located her hairbrush, smiling as he held aloft a soft-turquoise, lacy tank top that obviously matched her boy shorts. “As sexy as this is, and as much as I’d like to see you in it, you won’t be wearing it tonight.”
    Dropping the tank top back into the bag, Daniel beckoned for Samantha to stand in front of the mirrored wardrobe, where, under her attentive gaze, he proceeded to brush her hair until it shimmered and cracked with the same electricity that passed between them every time he caught her eye.
    He placed the brush on top of the nearby chest of drawers and turned her around to face him, feeling decidedly short of air at the depth of desire in her sparkling green eyes. Not to mention rock hard. Her eyes then dropped to his T-shirt. “You want me to take it off?” he asked.
    “Can I do it?”
    “Be my guest.”
    However, Daniel soon regretted Samantha removing his T-shirt. Once she’d pulled it up over his head, her fingers started dancing. And a slow and erotic dance at that. They bopped over his shoulders. They pirouetted over his chest, lingering on his nipples to within a breath of him breaking his pledge and taking her to the floor and making love to her right there and then. And they skipped down his stomach where they lingered even longer on the button fly to his jeans. If he allowed her fingers to go dancing any lower, if she touched him, touched his cock, he would almost certainly cream himself.
    Daniel caught Samantha’s hand when she went to flick the buttons from their enclosures, and raised it to his mouth, where he pressed a soft kiss to the palm. “You’re playing with fire down there,” he warned softly.
    “I just want to turn you on like you’ve turned me on.”
    He groaned