The kiss was at once sensuous and passionate, filled with an overwhelming amount of emotion and need that she'd been holding inside. He barely had time to drew back to catch his breath before she pulled him toward her and brought his lips to hers yet again. Her lips opened slightly and the kiss deepened into something that was so fiery that her insides began to quiver, much as they had at Frasier's. But this was more, so much more.

She needed him more than air. Her tongue grazed his lip and the sensation made her feel like she was on fire. The room was smoldering but she knew that it had nothing at all to do with the temperature. Her fingers splayed through his hair and she brought his body even closer to hers. She could feel the dampness of sweat beneath his linen shirt, which made her want him even more. She didn't know how much more she could take. God how she wanted him and all coherent thought was completely lost.

When at last she drew back to catch her breath, she did so reluctantly and stared into his eyes. Her hands went to his cheeks, cradling his beautiful, handsome and oh so gorgeous face. Never had he looked so handsome and never had she wanted anyone as badly as she wanted him at that moment.

His hand went through his disheveled hair. "Dear God…"

"Is something wrong?" The breathless voice that was her own was unrecognizable to her ears.

"Um, no… I just…."

Her hands stroked his cheeks. God, his skin was so soft. How had she not realized it before? But she didn't hesitate before bringing their lips together.

"Daphne, I…"

"Shhh… It's all right. Just relax…"

"I-I …"

"I know you're nervous. So am I… "

Her hands moved from his cheeks to his shirt, her fingers trailed along the buttons. And then one by one she began to unfasten them.

"Daphne, what are you…"

"It's awfully hot, isn't it? You must be burning up with this shirt on. I'd hate to see it ruined."

"Um… Ruined?"

"I'll have it off of you in no time, all right?"

He swallowed hard yet again and before she realized it, the shirt fell open, revealing his bare chest. She stared at it for a moment and then ran her hand through the soft hair.

"You're so sexy, Niles Crane."

His mouth fell open in disbelief. "I-."

"It's all right if I call you Niles, isn't it?"

"I-Of course… I…"

Another kiss. "It seems wrong to call you Dr. Crane right now, don't you think?"

"Um, yes... I…"

"Now, where were we?"

"What?"

"Your pants…"'

He looked down at his slacks. "M-my…"

"Don't worry… everything will be fine…"

Her hands moved lower and she began to unfasten his belt. Her fingers were trembling and she could feel beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead. She didn't think about what she was doing. All she wanted was for her need for him.

When the belt was undone, she slid it off and tossed it aside. "Now for your pants…"

"Um, Daphne?"

"Yes?"

"Um… perhaps we should go upstairs?"

She smiled brushed her lips against his. "Yes…"

Grabbing his belt, he took her hand and led her up the stairs. Her heart was pounding but she didn't dare let go of his hand. When at last they reached his bedroom, they stood in the center of the room, staring at one another.

"Let me help you with these pants." Her fingers worked to unfasten the clasp and then slowly unzip them. They fell to the floor at his feet and he stepped out of them.

He was wearing boxer shorts and she only glanced at them for a second before she lifted her arms above her head. His hands went to the hem of her shirt and within seconds he had removed it from her body. The shirt was tossed aside and she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. She could feel him staring at her.

His hand was trembling as he reached out and touched her lacy bra and she was grateful that she'd chosen to wear it instead of one of her plain cotton bras. His expression told her that he approved and that made her smile.

Slowly she slipped her arms out of the bra and it fell to the floor. His eyes never left her breasts and if she had been self-conscious about her less than adequate size, Niles' expression made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She blinked back tears and touched his cheek.

"Touch me…" She whispered into his ear.

"I…"

"Please, Niles… touch me."

His hand moved toward her and cupped her breast. Just the touch of his hand made her gasp and she closed her eyes, completely caught up in the moment. His fingers traced the outline of her breast, first one, than the other.

"Yes…" She breathed.

His hands moved to her jeans and once they were unfastened she stepped out of them and tossed them aside, revealing her lacy blue underwear. Soon those too, found their way to the floor.

He was staring at her, his eyes wide.

"Are you all right, Niles?"

"You're beautiful…"

Tears stung her eyes and she brought his lips to hers. "Thank you…"

He quickly tossed his boxer shorts aside giving her a chance to take in the sight of his naked body. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

Their fingers entwined, they made their way over to his bed and he drew the comforter back to let her climb in. Even in the most intimate of situations, he was a gentleman.

"Thank you. Niles…"

He joined her in the bed and positioned himself. She moved her body ever so slightly, allowing him to fit against her. Their bodies joined, he lowered himself onto her. The first touch made him gasp and she sat up, worried that she had hurt him.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, I…"

She silenced him with a kiss. "Don't worry. I would never hurt you, Niles."

"You're an angel, Daphne. You couldn't hurt me if you tried."

That was all she needed to hear before she kissed him hungrily. He pleasured her in every way, and when he touched her in that coveted place, she cried out in utter happiness. No man had ever made her feel like this before and she knew that no other man ever would.

Making love to Niles was all she had dreamed it would be. But it was more than that. So much more.

They moved against each other finding a rhythm that made her heart beat even faster and her need for him increase. She did her best to fulfill his every desire. She touched every part of him and encouraged him to do the same for her. Oh how she loved the feel of his hands on her body. At that moment he was no longer Niles Crane, her boss' younger brother. He was the sexiest, most wonderful man she'd ever known.

As their passion reached its height, she felt herself burst into a million stars, and still she wanted more. Her hands moved lower, curving his backside bringing him closer to her than she thought possible, both physically and emotionally.

They had become one…