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    Their lips touched in a gentle caress. A featherlight exploration of each other. When his tongue demanded entrance, she obliged without thinking. Tongues dueled and she inhaled deeply, making the unique scent of this complicated man, part of her. When he let her go, both struggled for breath. She rested her forehead on his chest.
    “Let me show you the place.”
    The inside of the house proved more than a match for the luxurious exterior. Face brick walls, African print loose carpets on the slate floor and lights discreetly against the walls added to the African atmosphere. With the wooden beams exposed, the lounge appeared huge.
    Samantha followed Brent into the modern kitchen where an antique Yellowwood table and chairs adorned the middle of the floor. Unable to resist, she ran her hand over the scrubbed wood.
    “My grandmother used to have one exactly like this. I can still remember the warm coco we drank around the table early in the mornings while she baked bread.”
    “I love pieces with a rich history. This one belonged to my great grandmother and it was handed down through generations. My mother refused to put the monstrosity, as she called it, in her kitchen, so I inherited it a little sooner than I’d anticipated.”
    He handed her a steaming mug of coffee. “Let me show you the rest of the house.”
    “There’s plenty of time. I think you must get the weight off your leg if you want it to heal properly.”
    “Oh, I don’t plan on putting a lot of weight on the leg during our stay.” A wolfish grin split his face in two. The air sizzled with awareness as his eyes traveled the length of her body.
    Trying to hide the heat in her face, she turned and pretended to inspect the rest of the kitchen. She heard him moving and jumped when he slipped an arm around her midriff.
    “Have I told you how beautiful you look this morning?”
    She giggled and immediately felt silly. Damn, she wasn’t a teenager anymore. She shook her head.
    He hugged her against him and held on for a few seconds. When he let go, the loss of contact was a physical pain. She finished her coffee, rinsed the mug and put it in the sink before turning toward him.
    “How about you show me where I can freshen up.”
    “Come.”
    He took her hand and led her along the passage. On their way to the master bedroom, they passed five guest bedrooms, each with their own en-suite facilities and a small lounge area. The entertainment area, wherein she was sure her whole flat would fit, opened to a covered patio with a splash pool and hot tub. It overlooked the Crocodile River and on the opposite side of the river, the Kruger National Park. She gaped as she noticed a group of kudu grazing on the other side of the river.
    “Wow, I would spend all my time here.”
    “I do, mostly. It’s relaxing to watch the water and the animals.” He glanced at her. “Do you like bird watching?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”
    “I’ll teach you. As an attorney, your powers of observation should be well honed to spot the differences between the small birds.”
    “Thanks, I’ll give it a try.”
    He guided her toward the master bedroom where her luggage waited on a small bench inside the dressing room. She tried, but it was hard to ignore the four-poster king-sized bed dominating the bedroom. Although it was clearly a man’s room, the furniture bore witness to someone in tune with nature and his surroundings. She hurried to the bathroom while he opened a set of drawers in the dressing room where she could unpack.
    The woman in the mirror was an alien. Her eyes were bright while her auburn hair appeared a little tousled from the downdraft of the helicopter blades. What made her think she could handle both the man and the circumstances? Her heart raced when he so much as looked at her and she ignited with want the moment he touched her. It might be harder than she thought not to ask him to make love to her.
    No, not love. Lust.