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It was cold in the hotel room, and he was naked.  
    She forced herself into stillness, wanting to rush over to him, press her body against his and beg him to put his hands on her, his cock inside her, his mouth on her. She’d already asked him to touch her, and now she would wait for him to do so in his way, in his time.  
    Her hands trembled. She’d tasted him, touched him, given away her feelings. She’d given herself over to him, knowing there was never any going back now. That kiss on the street had done her in. She was his now, for better or worse.  
    Jamie swallowed hard past the lump in her throat. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t doing anything but staring at her, his gaze suddenly inscrutable. His hands tightened into fists at his sides, and his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing.  
    Suddenly, fear shot through her. Maybe… god, no. Maybe since she’d gotten him off, he was done with her. Maybe all he’d wanted was a cheap thrill, and the rest of it had been a game. Maybe he was about to walk away. He was tensed, hard, almost shut down.
    “Chase?” She couldn’t help his name from escaping her lips. “I…” One of her hands reached for him, then dropped to her side again. “Was this not what you—”
    He crossed the space between them with one bound, lips crushing against hers, his hands curling around her waist and pulling her body flush with his. His cock was a hard rod between them, thick and hot against her bare belly.  
    “I love you so much it hurts,” he whispered.  
    Jamie’s soul clenched. “What?”
    “You heard me. I…you’re so beautiful. So perfect. You’re really here? With me? You’re not going to leave again?” His face twisted, and his voice was low and hard. “I need you. Now. Always.”
    Jamie caressed his spine, then clutched the cool muscle of his ass. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “I’m here. I’m waiting for you to make love to me. Please, Chase. Is that what you’re waiting for? Me to beg you? Please, Chase. Please make love to me.”
    Chase’s eyes blazed. “I should be the one begging you. I am begging you. Let me love you.”
    In answer, she reached up and unclasped the bra, pulled it off her shoulders, and dropped it to the floor next to her with a flourish. She reached for the button of her pants, but Chase stopped her.  
    “Let me,” he said, and sank to his knees in front of her.  
    She caressed his scalp as he pressed a line of fiery kisses down her stomach, then gasped as he thankgodfinally freed the button of her jeans, unzipped them, worked them down her hips. She wriggled her ass as he shimmied them down to her feet, then stepped out of them. When she wiggled her hips, Chase’s nostrils flared, and his mouth seemed to latch almost involuntarily onto her hipbone, his teeth nipping her skin, as if the sway of her hips drove him wild. She did it again, but this time to a rhythm, swaying side to side in his grip in a belly-dancing bounce. Chase growled, eyes sliding closed as if he couldn’t contain his desire. His fingers scraped down her spine, stiffened into talons, raking off her panties—a   purple thong matching her bra. She was naked then.  
    Kneeling in front of her, Chase merely gazed at her once again for several long moments, eyes raking over her full breasts to her wide, curvy hips, to her thick thighs. He reached up, traced his hand down her side, caressing the edge of her breast, then down farther to her hip. Her breath caught as his hands swept around her hips to clutch her ass, exploring the firm flesh, kneading, digging, caressing. His finger swept down the crease, and she instinctively widened her stance to allow him better access. She didn’t care where he touched her, she just wanted, needed , his touch. Anywhere. Everywhere. She trusted him to touch her anywhere, everywhere. He didn’t push in, but simply explored her body with his hand, caressed the weight of each cheek of her buttocks.  
    She began to breathe