He lifted his head and yanked his shirt over his head. Pulling her tight against his chest, he rejoiced in the feeling of her flesh sliding against his, but it wasn’t enough.

His hands smoothed over her back down to the waistband of her pajamas. They were hardly the sexy lingerie he’d had the pleasure to see and remove, but somehow the tiny kitten print on cotton suited Natalie.

She rested her head against his hammering heart. Her hands wrapped around his back. Her fingers were tentative on the top of his jeans, but her touch left a trail of fire. Damn it, he wanted to get her to a bed. He wanted to be everything she desired, but she didn’t seem to care where they were, which enflamed his desire for her more.

His hands slipped below her waistband, curving over her bottom and pulling her tight against his arousal. Her fingernails scraped his lower back, and a shiver rippled down his spine.

Her fingers found their way below his waistband. Unable to deny himself any longer, he held her shoulders to push her away. She gazed up at him as he lifted her to meet his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

The center of her rubbed intimately against his arousal as his mouth caressed hers. His tongue touched her lips and she opened them, greeting his tongue with hers.

Natalie felt as if she were falling as his shoulders bunched under her fingers. As he lowered her to the floor, his smooth skin warmed under her touch. The carpeting brushed her back, and he settled on top of her.

His mouth never left hers as his hands returned to her waist. Pushing her bottoms off, he broke contact briefly before returning to her lips. Maybe he was worried that she’d change her mind, but she couldn’t stop this. Her hands brushed over his back to convince herself he was here and not just a dream from sugar overload.

She reached for the buttons on his jeans. His chest brushed her tender nipples as he pushed off his pants. He reached into his pocket to pull out a condom before flinging his pants away.

His flesh warm against hers. Her body ready and aching to know the feel of his. His hands lifted her hips. As his mouth ravished hers, his erection pressed against her opening.

This was real. She was awake, and it was really happening. Chase was with her.

Instinctively, her hips rocked against him, longing to draw him in. He lifted his mouth from hers and held still.

“Open your eyes, Natalie.” His voice was on the edge of control and the complete loss of control.

Her eyes met his and he buried himself in her. Her lips parted at the sensations pulsing within her. Again he waited until her eyes met his before he began to move within her.

His eyes held hers as the pressure within her boiled to the breaking point. The intimacy of watching his eyes filled with want and restraint pushed her over the edge. Her eyelids fluttered as she peaked, free-falling into the abyss. But she kept her eyes open and locked with his.

When she began to relax, he moved within her again. Sparking her sensitive flesh into a renewed fever, she gripped his shoulders and they surged together. His forehead rested against hers as his body tensed and released.

She relished the weight of him against her as he relaxed over her. Her mind was a jumbled mess, but she knew it wouldn’t last. She’d just slept with Chase Booker, become another notch on his bedpost. Had the most intense orgasm of her life.

She closed her eyes.

Her arms and legs were wrapped around his sweat-slick body. He covered every inch of her. She didn’t want to move, but she could barely breathe. Holy crap, she’d had sex with Chase Booker.

Chase lifted his weight on his forearms and looked down into Natalie’s eyes. His heart swelled in his chest at the shy smile she gave him. “So which one was your bedroom?”

Her head rolled to the side, and she pointed to one of the doors. “That one, I think.” She squinted “It’s a bit blurry at the moment.”

He sat up and reached over onto the table where he’d set her glasses. He stretched out beside her and lowered her glasses to her face. The blush that usually disappeared into her blouse’s neckline spread over the tops of her breasts.

Unable to resist, he trailed his finger where the blush faded into pale skin. Her skin reddened even further. Her hand reached up to the blanket on the couch, but he caught her wrist.

“Don’t. I like looking at you.”

Her hand curled into a fist, but she made no move to cover herself. Even though she was short, her body was well proportioned. Her breasts were small and unaltered. They were perfect. He traced his fingertip over the tip. The nipple puckered under his touch.

“Shouldn’t we go to the bedroom? Or turn off a light?” Maybe he’d be willing to let her light a candle instead of having lamps on. He seemed mesmerized as his fingers trailed lower. Over her slightly rounded belly, his finger left a line of fire in its wake. The fire shot straight to her core, building her arousal again.

They’d had sex in her living room. On the floor. She closed her eyes as embarrassment warred with desire. She wanted him to stop so they could cover up somehow, but she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

His hand flattened on her stomach, and she inhaled deeply of his cologne, the rain, him. Her belly quivered as his hand dipped lower until his fingertips slipped between her thighs.

Her breath hissed out between her teeth. His lips touched hers as his fingers gently moved over and in her. His tongue traced her lower lip as his finger circled her sex. Her fingers sank into the carpet as her body arched into his palm. Her side pressed into his warm, hard muscles.

When he removed his hand, she whimpered with need. The condom package rustled. He covered her with his body and entered her smoothly. Her body buzzed with pent-up frustration, and her desire soared as she crested the edge again. His climax followed close behind hers, and he collapsed against her.

She had the overwhelming urge to laugh. Her body had always been wound so tight, and now she felt as if the spring had finally broken. Her limbs were like water. She’d never been so satisfied in her life.

When he raised his head and peered into her eyes, her breath caught. Her heart flipped, and she knew she was in trouble.

Chapter Ten

Light peeked through the slightly parted curtain to torment Natalie. She squeezed her eyes shut and rolled straight into a solid, warm object. A very naked solid, warm object whose very naked arm was wrapped around her very naked body.

Cracking open her eyes, she stared at the slightly blurry image of Chase. His chest rose and fell gently. Her hand rested on his well-formed abs underneath her lavender sheets.

Her body ached pleasantly, and she smiled as she recalled gathering up the clothes strewn across the apartment and managing to make it to the bed for round three. Her comforter was half off the bed and pillows were scattered throughout the room.

She rested her cheek against his chest and listened to the rhythmic pace of his heart. She wished the sun would go away and leave her forever in the night with Chase. Morning meant responsibility. Morning meant work. Morning meant regret.

As she snuggled against him, she wondered if he’d regret last night. She couldn’t. Chase had wanted her. It still seemed unfathomable, but he wanted her.

His chest shifted under her, and his fingers lightly brushed down her hair. “Good morning.” His voice was satisfied and low. His lips touched her forehead.

“Morning.” Should she add more? What were the expectations when someone woke in the arms of the Sexiest Man Alive? But that’s not who she’d been with last night. She’d been with Chase, just Chase. The suave heartthrob from the screen had disappeared, leaving behind the man who made her feel beautiful. Who cared enough to give her a choice. Who was flesh and blood, not just a character on a show.