“Fuck,” she groaned.
Daniel pushed the rest of her dress to the ground, and she stood there in just a pair of black lace panties. His eyes burned as he took in her body.
She began to quiver with nervousness and need.
“Jesus, Harper,” he said, wiping his hand over his mouth. Her eyes darted to his, and he cupped her face. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
When she went to speak, his thumb landed on her bottom lip and rubbed along it.
“I’m going to fuck you. Are you on board with this?” he asked, and she nodded. Maybe she’d nodded a little too much, but fuck being over eager. She wanted this man inside her, on her, over her, under her.
She placed her hands on his chest and Daniel stayed her hands. “I’m going to need you to not touch anything for a few minutes or I might lose control.”
Harper swallowed.
When his lips landed on hers again, she leaned into him, only to be lifted and placed on the bed. Daniel leaned over her, breathing her in.
“I don’t ever remember wanting a woman this damn much,” he said as his mouth began a slow, torturous path down her body. He sucked both nipples as she arched up and when he got to her hips, his palm was spread over her stomach.
The other took her panties and slid them off.
Harper drew in a long, sharp breath, and their eyes met. White fire danced in his light blue eyes, igniting her body even more.
“Open for me, Harper,” Daniel ordered as he spread her thighs.
She felt exposed and vulnerable, and her body trembled. She swallowed, and he leaned down to kiss her again.
“Okay?”
She nodded.
He moved between her legs, his fingers pressing into her wet flesh.
“Oh, god,” she cried, her body tensing, needing more.
“Relax for me. I’ve been wanting to do this for days. I want to hear you scream, Harper. Scream my name. You got that?”
Her body trembled as she obeyed the gorgeous man on top of her.