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“I’ll forgive you,” he said, brushing his lips against hers with a tenderness that made her heart ache. She felt his fingers grip her waist, warming her skin through the light fabric of her dress, leaving soft impressions on her flesh.
“You’ll forgive me,” she retorted, trying to sound and feel offended when all she could concentrate on was the warmth of his lips against hers, the feel of his hands as they circled her and pressed against her naked back, the sound of her heart thundering in her chest.
“If you beg me—”
“Chase McEnroe!” she said, lifting her head. But any further arguments were quickly stilled by the sweet pressure of his mouth on hers and the wet feel of his tongue touching hers, darting into and stroking the inside of her mouth and destroying any thoughts of breaking the embrace. It had been so long since she’d been wanted by a man, so long since she’d wanted to be with one. And this man, damn him, was so very special.
She felt the strap of her dress fall again and then the heat of Chase’s lips as he touched her neck and shoulders, kissing her exposed skin and the top of her breast. Legs trembling, she leaned back against the post, lost in his seductive power. One of his hands splayed against the firm muscles of her back and the other came forward, reaching up to claim one breast and touch the smooth skin rounding softly over the top of her dress.
Groaning, he slid lower. His tongue was rough and warm, leaving dewy impressions on her dress as he knelt and kissed her cotton-draped torso, burying his face in the smell and feel of her. Caught in the folds of her skirt, he captured the rounded swell of her buttocks and pulled her urgently forward.
His breath was warm and it fanned the wanton fires of desire in her blood. He held her close, her abdomen positioned near his face. Her hair fell down to her hips, brushing against the back of his hand. She struggled, but not to break away from him, only from her own heated fantasies of making love to him all night long.
“I want you,” he whispered into the dress, his breath permeating the soft cloth and burning against her flesh, turning her insides liquid. “And you want me—you can’t deny it—”
“Wanting isn’t enough,” she whispered.
Standing, but still holding her close, he shifted against her, pressing her against the post, letting her feel the hard need rising within him while the weathered wood cooled her back. His eyes were dark and glazed, his fingers twining in the golden strands of her hair.
“I wish I’d never met you,” he admitted, hating himself for his need to bare his soul. “Because you’ve been driving me out of my mind. I’ve never wanted a woman, any woman, the way I want you. I know this is crazy, but I can’t fight it any longer.”
She tried to reply, but couldn’t find her voice. The thick night air grew tense.
“Tell me no,” he whispered, kissing her lips and letting his hand tug on the strap of her dress, pulling the ribbon of fabric still lower until her breast was free and the soft white mound with the dark nipple protruded forward, eager for his touch.
She reached up, covering herself with one hand and he placed his larger hand over hers, gently kneading the soft, warm flesh. A warm glow started burning deep within her as he clasped her wrist and forced the hand away, baring her skin to the moonlit night. “You can’t hide from me,” he said, tracing the point of her nipple with the finger of his free hand. “And you don’t want to.”
“It’s just that I . . . I don’t know what I want.” Deep within her, an ache had begun to throb, destroying her rational thought.
“Let me love you.”
“Oh, Chase—Oh, God,” she whispered as he bent forward and kissed the point of her breast, teasing it lightly with his lips, wetting it and letting it cool in the still night air.
Dani was dizzy with desire, her knees threatened to collapse beneath her, but she managed to claim one last doubt. “I . . . I just can’t forget about Caleb.”
Chase stiffened, his eyes sparkling as they delved into hers. “Caleb has nothing to do with this.”
“But . . . but today, by the creek. I saw your reaction. I know that Caleb suggested that you . . .”
“The hell with Caleb Johnson,” he swore, his eyes blazing. “If you believe anything on this earth, Dani, you’ve got to believe that what’s happening between you and me had nothing, nothing to do with Johnson or his damned resort. I didn’t want to fall in love with you, God knows I hate myself for it, but I can’t deny it either.”
Before she could protest, he captured her parted lips with his mouth, his arms surrounding her possessively, his tongue searching her mouth for its mate. Without thinking, she molded herself against him, felt the heat of his body surround her and knew that tonight she was his and his alone!
He picked her up and carried her inside the dark house, letting the screen door slam shut behind him.
Dani couldn’t stop returning the fever of his kisses. Even when he laid her on the worn rug near the fireplace, she clung to him, almost desperate for the comfort and warmth of his body next to hers. She didn’t cry out when he found the zipper of her sundress and slowly slid the dress off her body, easing the soft cotton fabric over her breasts, hips and down her legs. Pale light from a crescent moon and a few winking stars filtered through the open windows. It was just enough illumination to allow her to see the shadowed contours of his face, to read the passion in his slumberous eyes.
She was cool for a moment, the sultry summer air drying the perspiration clinging to her skin. But as Chase slipped the dress past her ankles and began kissing her bare legs, moving upward with his lips, caressing the smooth skin of her hips and abdomen as he gently, pulled her tighter against him, the yearning within her ignited to sparks of desire, long dead but now white hot.
When she was lying beside him, pressed hard against his body, he struggled out of his shirt and cast it aside and then kicked off his jeans. He began rubbing the length of his sinewy body over hers, letting her feel the strength of his corded muscles, the power of his raw masculinity, the smooth texture of his flesh against hers.
She touched him hesitantly at first, but when he moaned against her hair, she couldn’t stop herself from tracing the firm line of his muscles with her fingers, and she felt him suck in his breath when she circled his flat hardened nipple.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned as he rolled atop of her, holding her face between his hands as he slowly parted her legs and moved gently, watching as he embraced her, dipping his head to touch his mouth to hers as he found her.
She felt the softness of his lips on hers, the gentle warmth of his fingers molding her breasts and the heart-stopping ecstasy of union when he entered her. Her heart was hammering expectantly, her breath shallow and tight as he moved, slowly at first and then more quickly when she responded, holding him close, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back, her voice whispering his name over and over as her blood ran in hot rivulets through her veins.
She felt warm and loved and whole and the joy in her heart increased with the tempo of his lovemaking until she felt she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but quiver in the warmth and desire controlling her mind and body.
