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  She was drowning in a sea of contentment, and nothing had ever been sweeter.

  "Okay, baby?" Chase murmured.

  "Never, ever been better."

  "Good. Me, neither."

  Jamie felt herself drowsing. She wanted to stay awake, to savor the moment, the feeling of being held and loved, but sleep was stealing over her, an unstoppable force. She shook herself awake and turned her face up to look at Chase.

  He rumbled in laughter. "Relax, Jay. Just...relax. We're together now. Let me hold you."

  Jamie felt like a child fighting sleep. She sighed again and let sleep sweep her away.

  3

  Chase was dreaming. It was a good dream, a pleasant dream. It was more than that--it was a fantasy, a wet dream. It wasn't real, he didn't think, because that would be simply too much to bear, too much wonder to contain. She was the dream, the one woman of whom he'd dreamed so often lately. The dream had been a long one, hours of ecstasy, it felt like. He'd dreamed of running into her after a show, and discovering she loved him after all, wanted to be with him despite the impossibility of such a thing. They'd gone to his show, and then to a hotel, and they'd made love. In that dream, she had taken Chase to a place he'd never thought possible, beyond sex, beyond climax, beyond anything that had ever been. He hadn't just come harder than ever before in his life; he'd felt her soul merge with his.

  They'd fallen asleep together, in the dream.

  And now, dreaming, he felt her lips on his body. Pressing fiery kisses down his chest, across his nipple, light lip-touches on his ribs, his side, his hip. Oh, god, what a dream. She was kissing his thigh, and her hands were carving hot lines of sensual contact over his arms and inner thighs and now...oh, shit, now she was touching him. Holding his aroused flesh in her fists. Stroking him slowly. Running her tongue up the side of his cock, licking his length as if he was a popsicle, taking him in her mouth and sucking hard.

  "Oh, god," he heard himself say. In the dream.

  It was all a dream. He would wake up alone in the hotel room, hard and aching and ready to burst with no way to release except his own hand.

  She fisted him, then feathered her fingers over his shaft in achingly soft caresses, sucked his tip hard, and then moved her lips gently on his crown, so soft, so wet, so delicate and loving and...

  "Jamie. Oh, god, Jamie, that feels so good." He heard the words, and the sound of his voice, in the dream, was ragged, thick and stuttering.

  It felt so real, though. So real. Too real. But it wasn't, was it?

  He didn't want to wake up.

  "I love the way you taste," she said, then took him in her mouth again, deep now.

  "It feels so good," Chase heard himself say. "Don't stop. Please don't stop until the dream's over."

  He felt her pause. "Do you think you're dreaming, baby?"

  Baby. The endearment tore at his heart, made it swell and fill.

  "I'm dreaming. It's a dream. You're a dream. I don't want to wake up and still be alone." He shouldn't tell her that, even in a dream.

  It sounded almost like she sobbed, then choked it off. "God, Chase. I'm so sorry you woke up alone so often." She caressed his cock with both hands, fist over fist, fingers trailing up his length, cupping the sensitive swollen flesh of his balls in tender hands, kissing him, deep-throating him, licking him, swirling her tongue around his tip. "What if this isn't a dream? What if you opened your eyes and it was real?"

  Chase squeezed his eyes closed tighter, in the dream. "It's a dream. If it was real, I would die from happiness. I love you so much, and I don't want to wake up and not be with you." He knew he shouldn't tell her this. Not even in a dream.

  She sobbed again, a sound of joy, he thought. Her voice sounded so real. Her hands on him, her mouth on him, her breath on his skin, it all felt so real. He felt a leg slide across his hip, then her weight settle on him. He felt her moist, hot entrance touching the tip of his cock, and he gasped in need. He wanted to touch her, take her hips in his hands and hold her, slide into her, feel her heavy breasts in his hands. He didn't dare.

  He worried if he touched her the dream would pop like a soap bubble.

  He felt her lips caress his chest, her hands rest on his pectoral muscles, and then she kissed his throat, and Chase couldn't help arching his back and tipping his head back to let her kiss him there again. He heard himself groan, a long sound of pleasure when her lips touched his adam's apple, and then his jaw, and then the corner of his mouth, and her breath was so hot on his lips, her mouth so wet and her tongue so demanding on his.

  "Wake up, Chase." Her voice was a breathy whisper in his ear, and then she kissed him again, slow tongue in his mouth driving him wild with desire and heat and wetness and softness. "It's not a dream. I'm here. I'm real. I need you. Wake up and make love to me. Touch me."

  Chase heard his voice raise in a moan of need, a raw, low, vulnerable sound of desperation. He wanted to believe the words of the dream-vision. He felt his hands unfisting from the sheet, which he'd been clutching with desperate strength, and drift up to touch the dream-her. She felt real, too. Soft as silk, skin like velvet, like heat and love and softness and sex made flesh. Her thighs under his hands were thick and strong, yet still as soft as down. He was touching her, and the dream continued. He dared to touch more. Her hips, wide and round and intoxicating, curves like deepest fantasy in his hands, under his needy fingers. Her sides, her belly, her padded ribs, her spine and her long, sensual back. He breathed deep, almost panting with the fullness of his love for her, the drunken ecstasy of merely touching her. She was sitting on him, palms resting low on his belly, near his diaphragm, her thighs split wide across his hips, poised above his rigid, throbbing cock. Poised and waiting.

  He wasn't ready to be inside her yet, even in this dream so like wonderful reality, like fantasy made truth, this dream he'd dreamed so many times and always woken to the emptiness of a dark hotel room. He slid his dream-palms up her ribs to cup her breasts, and yes, they were every bit as large and heavy and silky-soft as he'd always imagined.

  Her voice came, like music. "Open your eyes, love."

  "No, no. Not yet. I don't want to wake up yet." He ran his thumb across her nipple and felt it bead into a hard, stiff nub. "I want to make love to you before I wake. I need you, even if you're a dream."

  She writhed on top of him, rubbing her wet slit over his tip, and he could've come just from that. "I'm not a dream. This is real, Chase. It's real. I'm real." She leaned down and kissed him, full and furious and passionate and hungry. "Remember? We're in Chicago. I watched your show. We made love. And now I want you again. Wake up."

  Chase moaned, running his palms between her breasts, up her collarbone and up farther, cupping her face, her neck. He buried his fingers in her curls.

  So real. Too real.

  He felt her palms on his chest, her hips writhing in undulating, sinuous circles, working the tip of his cock inside her soft folds, just the first inch slipping in and out. He smelled her: faint shampoo, perfume, sex.

  The scent of sex was what woke him. He'd never smelled anything in a dream.

  He cracked one eye open, hesitantly, then the other. Her weight above him didn't vanish with the return of sight. Her sweet beauty greeted him like dawn after a long night. Red sleep-tangled curls tickled his face and his shoulders as she leaned over him, smiling down at him.

  "There you are, baby." She crushed her lips to his, then lifted up to gaze down at him. "You wouldn't wake up."

  He had his hands fisted gently in her curls, so he tugged her down for another kiss, devoured her mouth greedily. "I didn't want to. I thought it had all been a dream."

  "But it wasn't," Jamie said. "It was real. I had the same thought when I first woke up, so I had to touch you, make sure you were real. Once I started, I couldn't stop. I want you so bad it hurts."

  "Thank god it wasn't a dream. I would've died, I think."

  She lifted her hips, wide green eyes locked on his. "Me, too."
r />   "But it's real. Right?"

  "Right." She hovered there, just the tip of him inside her pussy. "But I think you'd better tell me you love me again. Just in case."

  He released her hair, trailing his fingertips down her breastbone, over each nipple, down to the soft field of her belly, then slipped a single finger into her, brushing her clit. She gasped, arching her back as she writhed on top of him, driving him deeper.

  "I love you, Jamie. I love you." He whispered the words, his voice low and fierce.

  Jamie shivered, trembled, and then gasped his name as she sank down onto him, impaling him to the hilt, their hips colliding. Chase groaned in ecstatic relief as he felt himself filling her, and Jamie's voice rose to match his, and then they both began to move in perfect sync, moaning together, lips touching but not kissing, simply stretched wide in silent screams, breath shuddering in and groaning out.

  Their motion together was slow, glacial, coursing in like a tide, drifting out like an exhalation. Jamie's palms pressed onto his chest, her breasts swaying in the rhythm of her body's thrusting, her hips rolling, drawing him deeper. She took control of their pace, and Chase let her. She leaned forward, lifting up, hesitating at the apex, then sinking down, repeating this motion, drawing out every impalement, crying out as he dove deeper with every thrust.

  Chase cupped one of her swaying breasts in his hand, scratching his fingers along her spine and clutching her ass as she undulated on top of him. He whispered her name as he moved, over and over: "Jamie...Jamie...Jamie..."

  He felt himself rising, felt his climax nearing. He held it back, clenching every muscle, gritting his teeth as Jamie moved, gliding him in and out, her wet heat slicking his throbbing cock. She was so wet, so tight, and Chase struggled with every breath now to hold back.

  "God, Jay. I'm so close. I can't hold it back much longer." Chase grabbed her hips to slow her motion, but Jamie resisted his hold and moved harder, faster. "Jamie...come with me."

  "Don't hold back," Jamie whispered, and collapsed forward to lie chest to chest with Chase, burying her lips against his, moving only her hips now.

  Chase felt his throat burn as he growled, hips juddering up against hers. He couldn't hold back. She was milking him, working her hips on his in a relentless rhythm, and all he could do was let go.

  "Jamie..." He gasped her name as he felt himself about to release. "Now, Jamie. I can't stop...Please don't stop."

  He grabbed her hip with one hand and drove her down onto him, arching upward as he climaxed, scratching the fingers of his other hand down her spine. He felt her inner walls clamp down around him, and she screamed, coming with him. He felt liquid heat burst out of him, filling her, and then she crushed herself down hard onto him, riding a wave of climax, and he shot again, thrusting hard enough to lift his entire lower half off the bed.

  Jamie collapsed, limp, onto him, shuddering and quaking with wave after wave of orgasm, and Chase couldn't stop, couldn't slow his manic plunging into her. She gasped breathlessly into his ear, making desperate sounds as Chase finally slowed.

  They lay silent together, panting, shuddering. At long last, Jamie rolled off him, carefully drawing his softening member out of her.

  "I have to pee so bad," she said, slipping off the bed.

  Chase watched her naked body as she walked, feeling desire roll through him, even as he was still trembling with the aftershocks of climax. She was so beautiful. He felt his breath catch as she came back to him, breasts swaying slightly in a pendulum rhythm, hips gyrating from side to side as she walked. Chase rolled to a sitting position and shifted his legs off the bed. Jamie stopped just out of reach, copper curls wild around her shoulders, pale skin like flawless ivory, eyes like luminous chips of jade.

  "God, Jay. You're so lovely, you take my breath away. Literally. I had to remind myself to breathe just now, watching you, naked and sexy and just-fucked."

  Jamie's face twisted with emotion, clearly overwhelmed by his words. "You're too sweet, Chase."

  "It's nothing but the truth, sweetness."

  Jamie moved closer, one step at a time, until she was standing between Chase's knees. He reached up to hold her hips, and she rested her hands on his shoulders. "You like when I look just-fucked, do you?"

  Chase laughed. "Yes, I do. I fully intend to keep you looking just-fucked as long as I can. I might feed you once or twice. I might even take you out to dinner, if you please me."

  Jamie's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Oh, if I please you, hmm? And how do I go about pleasing you, master?"

  Chase grumbled low in his throat, a ruminating sound. "Hmmm. You've done well so far. But I'm still feeling a bit...peckish."

  Jamie huffed a confused laugh. "Peckish? What the fuck does that mean?"

  "I means I'm hungry. I need to eat."

  "Oh, I see." Jamie's expression told him she wasn't following yet.

  He pressed his palms together, flattening his hands, and slipped them between her thighs, pushing them apart. "Yes. And at the moment there's only one thing I want."

  Jamie let him part her thighs, thrusting her chest out as he pressed his lips to her belly, then trailed kisses lower and lower. "And...oh, god...and what would that be?"

  Chase lay back on the bed, leaving his feet planted on the floor, and pulled her toward his face, causing her to climb up onto the bed on her hands and knees. He cupped his hands between her thighs to cup her ass from beneath, pulling her forward, then guided her torso upright so she was kneeling above his mouth, core directly over his lips.

  "What would that be?" Chase murmured. "Can't you guess?"

  "No." Jamie shifted, seeking balance. "This is dangerous, Chase. I've got no way to balance myself like this."

  "I'll hold you." He extended a hand up and Jamie took it in both of her hands, clutching tight and sucking in a sharp breath as he flicked his tongue over her slit. "This is what I want. Your pussy."

  "Chase...we just..." Jamie trailed off, mewling in her throat as he laved his tongue inside her.

  "Don't care," Chase said. "Besides, I'm only going to kiss you here."

  He suited action to words, pressing his stiffened tongue to her clit. Jamie whimpered and rocked forward, and Chase straightened his arm, holding her upright. Her legs buckled, and she forced herself back upright, then had to lean into Chase's arm as he began to circle her clit with his tongue, setting a fast, relentless pace. Chase's arm trembled as she leaned all her weight against him, lifting up and rocking her core back and forth into his tongue.

  His index and middle fingers dipped into her folds and sought out her G-spot, and Jamie threw her head back and shrieked as he found it, massaging gently in rhythm with his mouth. Then, without warning, Chase's middle finger extended outward, tracing the line away from her pussy, backward.

  "Oh, god, Chase...no..."

  "Please? Trust me?" Chase broke away from her juice-wet slit long enough to murmur the words.

  He tasted himself in her faintly, but she'd cleaned herself before coming back to bed, so it wasn't too strong. He didn't care, anyway. He had a mission now. He wanted to feel her come apart above him. He was going to make her next orgasm shatter her.

  He pressed the tip of his ring finger to the hard knot of muscle but didn't push in. He continued to circle her clit with his tongue, occasionally flicking the taut bead, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. She didn't demur when he moved his ring finger in small circles, ever so gently depressing into her tight channel. She growled as he worked his finger into her, carefully and slowly. He continued his assault on her clit, working his other two fingers against her ridged inner flesh, holding her upright with a burning arm.

  She slid her legs apart and rolled her hips, still growling low in her throat at the invasion of his ring finger. He was nearly in to the first knuckle, and that was far enough. He began to move the finger in and out in tiny gyrations, working to keep the rhythm of all three fingers in tandem.

  Jamie straightened her body, lifting up and
giving Chase's trembling arm a respite. He felt the first quivers of climax begin, tremors in her belly against his forehead. She was chanting now, "oh, oh, oh, oh," and he felt her muscles clench. She went limp again, falling forward against his supporting arm, letting go with her hands and placing his palm against her breastbone, supporting her weight there.

  She was rolling her hips against him helplessly, working his finger deeper into her tight, forbidden entrance. Jamie curled over his hand, and he had to use every ounce of strength to hold her upright. She was close now, so close.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth past his teeth and pressed his fingers against her G-spot, digging his third finger deeper; Jamie came with a keening cry, and Chase milked her climax until she began shuddering.

  "No more, no more, let me down, please..." she sobbed, gyrating her hips helplessly, her entire body shaking as she continued to climax.

  Chase gently withdrew his finger and slid out from beneath her. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, gasping, heaving. Chase knelt behind her, stroking her back with both hands, rubbing in gentle circles, then down to her buttocks, cupping and kneading. Jamie moaned.

  "Oh, my god, Chase. Fucking hell." She twisted to look at him over her shoulder. "Give me a minute. I'm not sure I can take another one just yet."

  Chase laughed. "Oh, yes, you can." He moved closer into her so his erection was nestled upright between the globes of her ass. "And you will. Right...now."

  He bowed his spine outward, grabbed his shaft, and guided it to her entrance. Jamie sucked in a breath and shifted her hips, lowering her spine and lifting her ass to meet him. He nudged her labia with the tip of his cock, rocking his hips to nudge in, one hand on her hipbone. Jamie moaned, buried her face against the backs of her hands on the rumpled comforter, arching for him to split herself wider, granting him access.

  He slid in deeper, slowly, slowly, gliding silkily into her folds, groaning in his chest as he penetrated her. When he was impaled to the hilt, he paused. "God, oh, god, Jamie. You feel so fucking good."