He reached out and draped his arm across her stomach, pulling her tight to his body. Sabrina sighed when he nuzzled his face against her neck.

“It did go on forever.” He kissed her neck, making her shiver pleasantly despite the warmth in the room. “And I know why.”

“Tell me.”

Against her back she felt his chest and bare stomach. Like always, Daniel slept in the nude.

“It’s because we spent the day apart.”

“Did you take care of everything you needed to in New York today?” she asked.

He nodded and brought his mouth to her neck again, pressing a soft kiss onto it. “I’ve done as much as I could.” Then he sighed. “How was your day?”

“I went over the music arrangements with the pianist. I think we’ve covered everything. I wish you could have been there. He had some wonderful suggestions, and at times I had a hard time deciding.”

Daniel brushed a strand of her hair behind her shoulder. His fingers grazed over her skin, then gently stroked down her arm to her elbow and forearm until she felt his fingers lace with hers.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help. But I’ll help you with anything you want tomorrow.”

“You’re so sweet! But tomorrow I have the dress fitting with Holly, and I’m afraid you can’t come to that, and afterward I’ll have to go and find a present for Holly. Without her. So maybe you and Tim can entertain her while I go shopping?”

“A present for Holly?”

“Yes, it’s customary for the bride to give her bridesmaid a gift. Don’t you know anything about weddings?” She chuckled and turned onto her back to look at him.

He made a comical face and threw up one hand. “Hey, it’s my first!”

Sabrina slapped a playful hand against his chest, laughing. “And it had better be your last too!”

His eyes twinkled. “I promise!”

Her heart skipped a beat and her laughing subsided when she noticed the heated desire in his eyes. She’d never before in her life felt so loved.

“I love you,” he murmured, his face serious all of a sudden, his eyes locking with hers as if he wanted to tell her something important. “It would kill me if I lost you.”

At his strange words she felt her forehead furrow. “Why would you lose me?”

His hand came up to cup her nape, his thumb stroking over her cheek as he bent over her, shifting his body so he was hovering over her. “I need you so much.”

Then his lips were on hers, claiming her as if he were a conqueror who took possession of a new continent, intent on making it his. His tongue foraged into her mouth, kissing her so hard and so deep that she wondered if she would ever recover from it. She’d always loved the way he kissed her: with single-minded determination, with passion and an eagerness that was unparalleled.

But tonight he topped even that.

There was nothing frantic in his movements, nothing hurried. Yet at the same time his kiss was urgent and all-consuming. Deliberate, as if he had something to prove.

And just like his lips and his tongue fueled the fire in her body, his hands weren’t idle and contributed to the sizzling flames that engulfed her body and threatened to incinerate her if Daniel didn’t drive his cock into her soon.

When his thumb slipped underneath her negligee and rubbed across her nipple, she cried out, unable to contain the sensations that raced through her.

“You like that, don’t you?” he teased before lowering his head and simultaneously pushing one spaghetti strap off her shoulder to free one breast.

She gasped with pleasure when his tongue licked around her nipple and his mouth enveloped it.

“Yes, I love it,” she hummed and thrust her breast deeper into his mouth.

A low, animalistic groan bounced against her nipple.

Sabrina looked down at Daniel’s dark head of hair, in awe of how he lavished so much care on her. Sabrina threaded her fingers through his hair and arched into him. She loved how he suckled her breasts.

“More,” she moaned softly.

In response to her demand, his hands divested her of her negligee and tossed the garment to the foot of the bed. Now she was naked like Daniel. Bare in front of him.

When he lifted his head from her breast, she noticed the way he looked at her: hot, feral, lustful, and at the same time full of affection.

“God, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”

His voice was different, too. It was raspy and filled with raging need. She loved hearing it, craved it in fact, and relished the knowledge that it was a voice reserved specifically for her, for when they were alone.