His desperate, throaty plea caused her to quiver.

“All I can think about is plunging my erection so deep inside you, I don’t know where I end and you begin...”

A moan rose inside the wall of her throat. All her life she’d been a strong, assertive woman, but when Chase was around she became a flustered, tongue-tied mess. In her mind’s eye, she imagined them making love and heat flooded her skin from head to toe at the thought. Demi didn’t know Chase’s last name or have his cell number and they’d probably never cross paths again, so why not live in the moment?

“I want to make love to you, right here, right now. Does that make me a jerk?”

“No. I think your honesty is refreshing.” Demi smiled at him, couldn’t help it. Chase had heartthrob appeal, a likeable personality, and more muscles than a UFC champion. Until now she hadn’t realized how much she missed being touched, and kissed, and wanted to experience the pleasure of making love to him. Spending the night with Chase in one of the most magical places in the world was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and Demi was ready to make her fantasies come true. The bulge in his shorts made her mouth fall open and her nipples harden beneath her dress, but she maintained her composure.

“Do you have protection?”

A grin lit up his eyes. “Absolutely.”

He crushed his mouth to hers, nibbled and sucked her lips. Her heart was beating a hundred miles an hour, but his slow, passionate kiss instantly calmed her nerves. His lips won her over and his gentle caress weakened her resolve, proving she was in good hands.

Demi draped her arms around his neck. Her body begged for his touch, yearned for more, and he obliged. Gave her everything she needed and more. He played with her hair, stroked her neck and whispered in her ear, telling her how sexy and desirable and beautiful she was.

Still, doubts crowded her mind. Tormented her. Demi was nervous, scared of what he’d think of her naked body under the bright living room lights, and hoped he wasn’t turned off by her flaws.

He slid a hand under her dress and cupped her ass through her panties, tenderly rubbing and squeezing it. Her cell phone rang, buzzed incessantly with new text messages, but she couldn’t pull herself away from Chase. Didn’t want reality to ruin their fantasy. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she panted, caressing his face. “We’ll be more comfortable there.”

Taking her hand, Chase helped her to her feet and hugged her to his side. Kissing from her lips to her collarbone, he unzipped her dress, and peeled it off her body. Desire shone in his eyes. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he praised in an awe-filled voice.

Really? Demi thought, wanting to conceal her stomach with her hands. My physical imperfections don’t bother you? They bother me! Eager to escape to the bedroom, where the ambience was serene and the lighting was dim, Demi strode confidently through the suite even though her legs were shaking.

The windows were open and the ivory drapes flapped in the breeze. City lights glittered in the distance, creating the perfect atmosphere for love-making. Chase kissed her lips, her earlobes, traced his tongue across her neck, giving her a rush. With his charm and dashing good looks, Chase could sweep any woman off her feet and when he dropped to his knees and pressed his lips against her navel, Demi melted faster than an ice cube in the sun.

“Meeting you was the best birthday present ever.”

Sliding his hands around her back, he unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor. He cupped her breasts and flicked his thumbs against her erect nipples. Overcome with need, she sank against his chest.

“Is there anything you’re not comfortable doing sexually?” he asked, stroking her skin.

“As long as you don’t bring someone else in here to join the fun, it’s all good.”

“I don’t need another woman. You’re more than enough.”

Undressing each other, they kissed and teased, their laughter filling the suite. Demi tried to play it cool, but when Chase took off his boxer briefs and tossed them over his shoulder, she gawked at his erection. Drooled like a dog with a bone. Envisioned it inside her and trembled. For several seconds she openly admired his lean, six-foot-six frame. An anchor, with the words family, loyalty and pride was tattooed on his right biceps. Thin wisps of hair lined his chest and his stomach was as flat as a surfboard.

Demi took his erection in her hands. She rubbed it, massaged it and then moved it across her nipples. Demi lowered her head and licked the tip of his shaft. His body tensed and she stared up at him, wondering what she’d done wrong. Demi stilled, held her breath. She feared Chase was having second thoughts about their late-night tryst, but she couldn’t read the expression on his face.

Was he thinking about his ex? Did he miss her? They’d had an incredible day together and Demi was desperate to make love to him—but not if he was thinking about his college sweetheart. “Is everything okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“Hell no,” he said, vigorously shaking his head. “But it’s been a while since I felt the pleasure of a woman’s mouth on me, so go slow or it’ll be over before we even get started.”

Relief flooded her body. “That’s okay, Birthday Boy. I’m not going anywhere. We have all night to please each other, and we will.”

“We do? But I thought you were going to Pacha Ibiza later to see Geneviève perform.”

“Why would I go to a loud, smoky club when I can spend the rest of the night making love to the sexiest guy in Ibiza?”

“My thoughts exactly. Now, where were we?” Chase cocked his head to the right and snapped his

fingers. “Oh yeah, I remember. You were about to make my fantasies come true.”

His voice was husky, like foreplay for her ears, and his touch excited her.

“And, when you’re done, it’s my turn, because I think it’s better to give than receive.”

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