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country. What do you expect should happen between us?” She glanced away, her eyes stinging.
    He placed his hands on her arms and her watery gaze went to his eyes. “I want… wherever this could go. I just want the reassurance of knowing that it doesn’t end tonight. No promises, but no conclusions, either.”
    She hung her head and he tipped up her chin.
    “Can you give that to me?” he asked.
    Her lips quivered, her clouded eyes searching his. As they did, she realized she wanted nothing more than to give that to him. For the first time, she did. For the first time, she was no longer scared by the possibility and he did that to her. He was the first one to ever do that to her. That’s when she knew… she wanted more.

 
Chapter Fourteen
    Tarrah slid her arms around Chase’s neck until her fingers were encased in his hair, then leaned her forehead against his. “Yes,” was all she said.
    He put his hands on her hips. “Yes? Yes, you can give that to me? Yes, you want that, too?”
    She nodded. “All of the above, Chase. I want that, too. No conclusions.”
    He let out a breath. “You want that, too,” he whispered against her lips, closing his eyes. “You want that, too.” He slid his hands up her body and to her cheeks, his mouth taking hers.
    The passion behind his kiss was explosive. Tarrah could tell he’d been holding back his feelings and emotions all day. She could feel his relief through the intensity of his kiss. How was it that someone she just met made her feel so cared about? So special? This really was what she wanted. She wanted this so much that it hurt and she wouldn’t hold back from it.
    She placed her hands on his chest and he brought his hands down her arms, his kiss so powerful against her lips. He turned her around and kissed into her neck from behind, locking her up against the dresser. She gasped and grabbed his hand as it made its way down her body. She brought his fingers to the zipper on the side of her dress and together they guided it down, the material falling to the floor.
    He slid his hands along the sides of her bra and she grasped them in hers, making them cup her breasts. They worked on them together, her hands on his and his hands on her body. He let out a groan and she opened her eyes, noticing hers had closed, and also noticing that the dresser held a mirror. She watched his hands caress her breasts, squeezing them and tweaking her nipples as his mouth worked on her neck.
    She could only watch for so long before the sensations became too much for her and she threw her head back. He pushed himself into her backside through his jeans, her body shuddering.
    “Chase,” she breathed out and as she did, his hands left her breasts and moved to her lace panties. She gazed at him again through the mirror. The material of her lace was pulled down her thighs right in front of her.
    He kissed his way up her back, then pushed into her again from behind. She guided his hands in front of her, bringing them to her body once again. She ached so badly for him, and his fingers laced with hers, touching and running between her thighs.
    His touch made her feel breathless, and her legs were about to give out from under her at the onslaught of his touch. She wavered a bit and he turned her around, crushing his mouth on hers.
    He guided them to the bed. With one hand, he lay her on its surface. She hit the cushions so delicately she could have sworn he actually did make her fly this time. He resumed his kiss and when his body leaned into hers she fought herself from peaking.
    His lips left her just for a moment for her to remove his shirt. She really could confirm his body was dusted in freckles now and she loved every bit of it. He was so beautiful in the soft light of the hotel room, his skin so perfect. And he tasted just as wonderful when her kiss hit his chest. He groaned and closed his eyes as her tongued swirled around his nipple. He clenched his hands into the bedding while she