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beer,” Delaney answered. Though beer didn’t necessarily go with this particular dish, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little alcoholic courage running through her veins.
    Sam heaved a dramatic sigh and humor tinted his deep voice. “A woman after my own heart.”
    Seconds later he made his way back from the kitchen. He carried a couple of Heinekens under his arm and his hands were loaded with steaming plates of huge, fluffy omelettes. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d called it an everything-but-the, Delaney noticed as Sam slid her plate onto the coffee table in front of her. Chunks of cheese, ham, mushrooms and bell pepper were spilling out the sides of the dish. It looked and smelled heavenly.
    She hummed a low note of approval and smiled her appreciation. “That looks wonderful. Thank you.”
    Smiling, Sam handed her a beer. “Let me grab a couple of forks and napkins and we’ll be set.” Heheaded back to the kitchen and Delaney took the opportunity to covertly study him once more.
    Sam Martelli looked every bit as impressive from the back—if not more so—than from the front. Dark brown waves tumbled over his sexy, curiously vulnerable nape, brushed the collar of his shirt. His shoulders were spectacularly broad, the muscles so well defined beneath the flimsy cotton that she could see every ripple, plane, and rise. Could see the slim indentation of his spine at the small of his back.
    If that wasn’t enough to parch every bit of moisture from her mouth, he also had the hands-down, bar-none best ass she’d ever seen.
    Mercy.
    It was tight and perfectly proportioned and she instantly imagined it naked with her hands clutched over it. Imagined playfully nipping it with her teeth.
    A quiver of longing arrowed through her belly and lodged deep in her womb. Something hot and needy snaked leisurely from one end of her body to the other, making her alternately tight with anticipation and boneless with desire. She wanted him with a desperation that exceeded any sort of rational explanation, wanted him on a level past anything in the realm of her experience.
    Sam Martelli was sex on feet and every woman’s secret fantasy. He was that oh-so-rare perfect combination of pure masculinity and genuine sensuality. From the carnal curve of his lips, to the languid yet predatory way he moved, everything about himscreamed the promise of immeasurable pleasures, screamed unforgettable sex. Hell, even his loft was a feast for the senses. His taste, his very hedonistic nature, seemed to permeate the air. He was undoubtedly a connoisseur of pleasure and Delaney simply couldn’t wait for him to share his extensive expertise with her.
    â€œOkay,” Sam said as he strolled back into the room. “Forks and napkins, salt and pepper. Can you think of anything else?” he asked.
    Delaney shook her head. “No, looks like you’ve thought of everything.”
    Sam nodded, seemingly satisfied, and arranged the table to his satisfaction. “In that case, let’s dig in.”
    The first bite confirmed another suspicion. He was one helluva cook. Her lips quirked. Somehow she’d known he would be.
    Delaney moaned thickly. “This is fantastic.”
    Sam washed a bite down with a swig of beer before responding. She watched the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed the drink and felt the bite of desire nibble along her tingling spine.
    â€œThanks,” he told her. “I enjoy cooking. It’s a great stress-reliever.” His lips kicked into a lopsided grin and a playful gleam danced in his eyes. “As well as being a necessity. It’s cook or go hungry. I figured I might as well learn how to do it well.”
    Delaney imagined he took that philosophy into other areas of his life as well. Suitably impressed, she carved off another chunk of omelette.
    â€œI like to cook, too…so long as whatever I’m fixing comes with microwave