"I want you to come for me," he whispered. "Now. I want to feel your muscles contract around my fingers. I want to hear your breathing catch, and I want you to scream." The erotic image of his words made her shiver, then tense. She opened her eyes and realized that, unlike the previous night in the tent, this time she could see him. All of him. And that he could see her. And that he was looking. Their gazes locked as he continued to touch her. He moved a little faster, pushed a little harder until she felt herself losing control. Then he kissed her, dipping into her mouth, mimicking the actions between her legs. It was just enough to send her over the edge. She felt her eyes flutter closed as her release claimed her. Pleasure rushed through her in waves of contractions. She arched her body toward him, sucked in her breath and maybe even screamed. Fortunately the sound was muffled by Zane's kiss. He continued to touch her, gentling the contact, slowing, until every last shudder had stilled, and she could think again. "You're so beautiful," he told her when she looked at him. "All of you." She made a leisurely, visual exploration of his muscled chest, his flat belly, his jutting erection. He was a man who worked hard, and it showed. "So are you."