Daniel Tanner was a man who knew what he wanted, and what he wanted most lay naked on his bed, quivering in the aftermath of her second orgasm. The first two he’d given freely. The third, she’d have to work for.

Her taste lingered in his mouth, a mixture of woman, honey, and sex. He resisted the urge to lean down and taste her again. Instead, his gaze swept over her body, taking in the swollen breasts, their dusky-pink nipples puckered into tight beads. Her chest rose and fell in unison with her long, hard puffs, and her toned, shapely thighs were spread in invitation. The damp cleft between her legs glistened, and Daniel thought he might well have a heart attack if he didn’t fuck her soon.

He ran a finger over her engorged clit, and her hips bucked.

“Daniel…”

Her gaze locked with his as he brought his finger to his mouth and licked. Green eyes turned hazy with desire, and she moaned out loud.

He raked his fingers lightly over her breasts.

“Daniel, please.” She pushed her chest up, begging for more. Color tinged her cheeks, she twisted the sheets with her fists, and her hair spilled over the pillow in a tangled cloud. She’d never looked sexier.

Emotion washed through him, so powerful he shook. He’d fantasized about this moment forever and could hardly believe it was finally happening.

“Yeah, babe?” He knew what she wanted but still waited for her to beg.

“Oh…” Frustration flashed across her face, and he couldn’t repress his slow, satisfied smile. She was in no state to talk, not after what he’d just done to her. He’d give her another minute. Watching her writhe was almost as arousing as watching her come.

“Please,” she said again and moaned.

“What do you want?” he whispered.

“You.”

“Show me.”

She whimpered and twisted the sheets again. With a strangled cry, she brought her hands up and cupped her breasts. Her fingers worked desperately at the taut peaks, pinching and kneading until she moaned aloud.

Blood shot to Daniel’s cock. A muffled groan caught in his throat, and he rasped, “How does that feel?”

“So…good.” The tip of her tongue touched her lower lip.

His heart heaved, and his body went into overdrive. “Hey, sweetheart.” He drew his finger through her slick folds. She looked at him with pupils so dilated the emerald irises were barely visible. “You want more?”

She gave a vague nod.

“Want my finger?” He dipped it inside, and she jerked against his hand.

She shook her head.

“How about if I kiss you again?” He leaned down and licked her, replacing his finger with his tongue.

She shivered.

“No.” Her voice drifted from a million miles away.

“So what is it you want?” He licked her again and then again because, quite frankly, she tasted too good to stop.

“You,” she moaned. “I want you.”