Page 137 of Craving Danger

“You’re welcome.”

I take hold of Samantha’s hand and inspect the scars before pressing a kiss to her palm.

“All better,” she sighs as she relaxes in the chair.

While her attention is on the garden, I stare at her and whisper, “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

She turns her head to meet my eyes. “I’m glad you think so.”

“I know so.”

We’re quiet for a moment, then she asks, “What’s your favorite memory from your childhood?”

I think for a moment before I answer, “The day I met Renzo. We took one look at each other and decided we were best friends.”

A soft smile plays around her mouth. “How old were you?”

“Eleven.”

“Wow, twenty-four years is a long time.”

I nod, and letting out a chuckle, I say, “The fucker told everyone you called me your mystery man. I’m never going to hear the end of it.”

Samantha bursts out laughing. “Why did you tell him?”

“I knew he’d get a kick out of it.”

A frown forms on her forehead. “You don’t go toParadisoanymore.”

“I went there to keep busy, but now that I have you, I don’t need to fill my days with work.”

She gets up, and taking my hand, she nods to the sliding doors. Rising to my feet, we head into the mansion.

Once we’re taking the stairs up to the third floor, and there’s no one in hearing distance, she asks, “Want to take a shower with me?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

When we enter the bathroom, I turn on the faucets before watching my woman strip out of her clothes.

She lifts an eyebrow at me as she unhooks her bra. “Are you going to shower in the suit?”

I pull the gun from behind my back and set it on the counter before I undress.

Stepping beneath the warm spray, I pull Samantha against my body, and enjoy the feel of her naked body against mine.

“This is nice,” she sighs.

“It is.”

Bringing her hands to my chest, her palms slide over my skin. “I have a confession.”

“Yeah?”

She grins up at me. “I’m obsessed with your body.”

Gripping her ass, I pull her closer again. I lower my head and brush my lips against hers before saying, “And I’m obsessed with yours. What are we going to do about it?”

Her teeth tug at my bottom lip. “I can think of a couple of things.”

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