Emily’s POV

Daniel didn't move for a long, suspended second. The black lace sat perched on his dark hair like some obscene little crown, and I watched the exact moment his control snapped—his pupils blew wide, his nostrils flared, and his hands on my waist tightened until I felt the imprint of each finger burning into my skin.

"Say it again," he rasped, voice scraping low in his throat.

I rolled my hips against his thigh, slow and deliberate, feeling the hard muscle flex beneath me. "Come and fuck me, step-daddy."

His mouth crashed into mine.

No preamble. No teasing. Just heat and teeth and tongue, his hand fisting in...