“Or,” he whispered, against her mouth, “we can stay here and make love.”
Chapter 8
The walls closed in on Demi, pushing her even closer to Chase. The object of her affection. The man she’d been crushing on since the moment she’d first laid eyes on him. The fine, dashing New Yorker who made her pulse race. Inhaling sharply, Demi chided herself to breathe not lust, but her head was in the clouds and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. Could almost feel his lips against her skin, teasing her flesh.
“I’ve met a lot of women in my life, but you’re in a class all your own,” he confessed, drawing a finger along her shoulder. “And I’m enamored with you...”
Her heart thumped.
Chase complimented her, confessed what he wanted to do to her in the bedroom, and Demi gasped. Not because she was offended by his explicit comments but because she was shocked by how bold he was. His unflappable confidence was a turn-on and his smooth, panty-wetting speech made her long for his kiss. Chase was the greatest temptation she’d ever faced, impossible to resist. He smelled as if he’d bathed in patchouli—her favorite scent—and Demi wanted him. She’d never slept with someone on the first date and although she encouraged her social media followers to “live in the moment,” to “do what feels right” and to “throw caution to the wind,” she struggled to take her own advice.
“Normally, I don’t come on this strong, but I can’t help myself. I’m weak for you.”
Swallowing hard, she wiped her damp palms along the sides of her Dolce & Gabbana dress. Demi needed a moment to catch her breath, to decide what to do, and gave herself permission to consider his suggestion, even though she knew her family was counting on her. It was Geneviève’s day off, but Althea had arranged for her to perform at Pacha Ibiza at the last minute, and Demi had agreed to attend the show. But that was before Chase had arrived at her suite and apologized for his ex-girlfriend’s behavior. Demi believed him. Sensed he was telling the truth. Decided to trust her gut because it had never steered her wrong before. He’d gone to great lengths to make amends with her, and Demi liked his determination. She wondered if he was as tenacious in the bedroom. There’s only one way to find out, she thought, licking her lips. Let the games begin!
“I want you,” he growled, brushing his mouth against her ear. “Bad.”
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.”
And I think I’m kidnapping you for the rest of the weekend! Demi took her time licking every inch of him. Chase dropped his head to his chest and dug his fingernails into her hair. His facial expressions changed and his forehead glistened with sweat. Demi watched him intently, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. He was losing it, unraveling right before her eyes, and hearing his groans and grunts bolstered her confidence, made her feel invincible, as if there was nothing she couldn’t do well in the bedroom.
“Your turn.” Clutching her hands, Chase pulled her into his arms before lowering her onto the bed, hiking her legs in the air. “Get comfortable.”
Arching her spine, she tingled in anticipation. Demi clutched the bedsheets in her hands. Is he blowing on my clit? Oh, wow, he’s kissing it, too! Her heart beat in triple time and the bedroom spun in circles. She could feel his fingers inside her, his tongue, too, and writhed beneath him. He was tender when he needed to be, aggressive at times, and she shrieked in delight as he nibbled and sucked her outer lips. Intense pleasure built between her legs. Her body was on fire, set ablaze by his long, nimble tongue.
Rising, he stood over her, sporting a broad, I’m-the-man grin. And he was. He stretched out on top of her on the platform bed and gathered her in his arms. His lips were her drug and Demi was hooked. They kissed slowly, deeply, as if they had all the time in the world, and they did. Going to Pacha Ibiza was out of the question now, but she made a mental note to call Gigi in the morning to apologize for missing her show.
Rolling around on the bed, they kissed passionately as they stroked each other’s bodies. He spoke to her in French, whispered dirty jokes in her ear, and Demi giggled. His playfulness excited her, deepened their physical connection, their bond.
Chase found her sweet spot, the place behind her ear that made her wet, and flicked his tongue against it. Demi begged him to stop but the erotic onslaught continued for several minutes. A storm brewed inside her, threatened to consume her as her body spiraled out of control. Demi was surprised by their connection, how easily and quickly they’d hit it off, and wanted to please him—even if it took her the rest of the night. “You lied to me,” she joked, clamping her legs possessively around his waist. “You told me you’re the good twin, but it’s obvious you’re a player masquerading as the boy next door.”
Chase pressed a finger to her mouth. “Shh, don’t tell anyone. It’s a closely guarded secret and I don’t want you to blow my cover.”
Demi tightened her hold around his waist. She caressed his jaw, his neck, drew her fingers across his chest. She liked feeling his smooth, warm skin against hers, couldn’t think of anything better than being in his arms. Not even a shopping spree on Rodeo Drive.
Chase grabbed his pants, found his wallet, and retrieved a condom. Putting it on, he kissed her lips. He slid a hand across her stomach, past her navel and between her thighs. He moved his finger in and out of her sex, in circles, furiously, back and forth. Her body was screaming, pulsating, and pleasure radiated throughout her core. Chase replaced his finger with his erection, slowly easing it inside her sex. His smooth, steady rhythm was exquisite, exactly what her body needed, and the depth of his penetration knocked the wind out of her. Stole her breath. Made it impossible for Demi to think. She’d always considered herself a good lover, but Chase did things with his mouth, tongue and hands she never could have imagined. His technique impressed her. Wowed her over and over again.
An electrical current shot through Demi and she cried out. She couldn’t keep her emotions bottled up inside anymore. Scared she’d shatter every window in the suite, she clamped her lips together. But moans fell from her mouth and ricocheted off the walls.
“You feel amazing inside me,” she confessed, gazing into his eyes. “Please don’t stop.”
He was a skilled and exceptional lover who put her needs above his own, and Demi wanted to spend the rest of the weekend with him—in bed, blowing through the pages of the Karma Sutra.
An eruption exploded inside her, robbing her of speech. Chase pressed his eyes shut and let out a guttural groan. Every muscle in his body tensed, drawing taut beneath her fingertips. His head fell back and his movements slowed. Staring down at her, he wrapped her in his arms. His skin was clammy and drenched in sweat, but Demi rested her head on his chest. Her mind was clear and her body was relaxed, filled with positive thoughts. Wow, I haven’t felt this good since I went to that yoga retreat in Bali with my girl squad two years ago!
Demi snuggled against him. She enjoyed feeling his hands in her hair, against her neck, her shoulders and across her back. Hooking up with Chase was the craziest thing she’d ever done, but Demi had no regrets. He was an exceptional lover and, even though they’d just finished making love, she was roaring to go again. They hadn’t exchanged numbers yet and her calendar was jam-packed for the rest of the month, but she’d make time to see him, even if it meant squeezing him in for a late-night date after work.
“This is the best birthday I’ve ever had and you’re the reason why,” he confessed, caressing her arms. “You’re incredible, Demi, and I’m glad we met.”
Her eyes were heavy with sleep but Demi listened intently to what he was saying. Chase was the only lover she’d ever had who didn’t pass out after sex and learning more about his personal life made her feel close to him, as if they could have a future together. It was an outrageous thought, one she’d never repeat out loud, but it lingered in her mind as they made plans for the rest of the weekend. Arms and legs intertwined, they talked and laughed and kissed for hours. “What time is your flight to Barcelona tomorrow?” Demi asked, gazing up at him.
“Not until noon, so we have the whole morning to frolic and play on the beach.”
“And make love,” she added. “Because one round with you isn’t going to be enough.”
Chase wore an amused expression. “Do you always say exactly what’s on your mind?”
“Yes. Why? Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all. I love your bold, tell-it-like-it-is personality, but I bet being brutally honest gets you in a lot of trouble at work. People say they want the truth, but they don’t.”
“I work for my sister and she likes me to keep it real with her, so I do,” Demi explained, shrugging a shoulder. “Her staff and record label executives often tell her what they think she wants to hear instead of the truth, so she relies on me to be brutally honest.”
“Your sister’s a singer? Cool. What kind of music does she sing? Anything I know?”
“I doubt it.” Guilt pricked her heart, but Demi ignored the familiar pang in her chest. Revealing who her famous sister was would ruin the mood. It always did. He’d want to talk about Geneviève and she’d be forgotten. It had happened before and Demi wanted things to be different with Chase. If and when they reconnected in New York, she’d tell him the truth, but not tonight. “What do you like most about Ibiza?” she asked, eager to change the subject. “The parties, the beaches, the culture, or all of the above?”
“That it’s six thousand miles away from home!” Laughing, he settled back against the pillows. “I came to Ibiza, to escape for a while, and meeting you has definitely been the highlight of my trip...”
A sigh escaped her lips. Chase always said the right things and she could easily listen to him talk for the rest of the night, even though she should be writing her next blog post and uploading the pictures they’d taken that afternoon in Ibiza Town.
“What’s your fantasy?” he asked. “What’s on your sex wish list?”
Frowning, Demi tapped an index finger to her cheek. She pretended to be thinking hard, but she’d had the same fa
ntasies for years and loved the idea of fulfilling them with him. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in a Jacuzzi and the hammock in my backyard. I can be clumsy at times, so I’d probably end up hurting myself, but it’s still at the top of my list.”
“Don’t worry. Nothing bad will happen to you on my watch. I promise.”
Her pulse quickened. Is Chase for real? Is that his way of saying he wants to see me again? Or am I reading too much into his response? Deciding she was, Demi smiled and said, “Your turn. What are you dying to do between the sheets and why haven’t you done it?”
“I’d love to have sex on a yacht, but I haven’t found a willing partner yet.”
Playfully swatting his arm, Demi rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “You’re terrible, you know that? You only said that to make me feel bad about this afternoon, but it’s not going to work. I’m as adventurous as the next girl, if not more, but I don’t want anyone to see me naked or record me getting my freak on.”
“Freak is certainly the right word,” Chase teased, inclining his head toward her. “You’re insatiable and, if I’m not careful, I’ll be hobbling to the charity event tomorrow afternoon.”
Demi touched her chest. “Me? I’m not the one with the acrobatic moves or the stamina of a teenager. That’s you, Mr. Man.”
“We’ll, this man wants a snack and a cold drink,” he said, pulling himself up to a sitting position. “Do you need anything—?”
“Not so fast, mister.” Demi dragged him back down on the bed, climbed onto his lap and pinned his hands above his head. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To the mini bar,” Chase said with a grin. “I worked up quite the appetite with you, and if I don’t eat something soon I’m going to be hangry. And that’s not a pretty sight.”
“I don’t think so, Birthday Boy. The night’s still young and I’m not done with you yet.”
He wore an apologetic smile. “Sorry, babe, but I need an hour to recharge my batteries.”
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