Daniel's fingers slipped beneath the edge of her robe, tracing the warmth of her freshly bathed skin. Anna's head fell back against his shoulder, a soft, helpless sound escaping her as the tingling sensation spread through her body.
His gaze lowered, catching the sight of her lips slightly parted and breath shallow. When she bit down on her lower lip in temptation, something inside him snapped.
Daniel had never realized how wild his thoughts could become when it came to Anna. The longer he was around her, the clearer it became—his desire for her ran far deeper than he ever anticipated. Deeper, darker, and far more consuming.
"Do you want me to stop, wifey?" he whispered against her ear, his lips brushing her skin before he kissed her earlobe.
Anna stiffened in surprise—but only for a moment. Her body betrayed her faster than her mind could catch up. She shook her head, breath trembling.
"Please don't." The word "please" stole the air from his lungs.
