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But he hadn't wanted to take her to a hotel, either. He'd considered that while planning Rachel's capture, but the idea hadn't felt right. He'd wanted her on home ground,
not neutral territory, while he fulfilled her fantasy of being held in his power. The cabin was the perfect solution. Since he was going to have Rachel Law in bed only once, he'd have her in
his
bed.

And it would be only once. Even if his deliberate deception didn't stand between them, his devotion to work was matched by hers. Neither of them had room in their lives for anything more than a stolen weekend.

"My cabin," Chase answered, deciding it wouldn't matter if she knew he owned it.

"This is yours?" Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the little two-story log structure. "It's wonderful. You must hate going back to the city."

"Business keeps me there, but I get away as often as I can." Chase smiled at her. "Come on, I'll show you around. The view alone is worth the drive."

"I believe it."

They got out of the car and walked up the gravel drive. Moss and grass made thick patches of green on the driveway. Ferns and rhododendrons grew in clumps among the mature evergreens Chase had left standing when he'd had the building site cleared. Buying a wooded lot only to cut down all the trees made no sense to him. He'd left the natural landscaping as undisturbed as possible.

He unlocked the door and pushed it open, gesturing with one arm for Rachel to precede him. He followed her in and closed the door behind him with a sense of finality. They were here, and they were both acutely aware of the reason for it. Rachel had her arms wrapped around her midsection, clutching her oversize bag like a shield.

"Nervous?"

She looked over her shoulder at him and blinked, then lowered her arms as if he'd made her realize how defensive her body language looked. "Yes, I guess I am."

Chase moved closer to her, taking her bag and setting it on the wooden bar counter that served to separate the large, open room from the kitchen area. She let him take it without protest and then let him help her remove her coat.

"The bedroom's the loft above," he told her. "I liked the open concept for downstairs with the sleeping area separated by height."

"It's nice." Rachel tilted her head back to smile at him. "It makes it feel bigger than it is, having it laid out this way."

"Makes it easier to heat with the fireplace, too." The loft design made the bedroom open as well, overlooking the living area below. An overhead ceiling fan pushed the warm air down, and the stone chimney radiated heat once a fire was well established. "Speaking of which, I'd better get a fire going or you'll be cold."

She grinned at him. "That sounds so manly. Making a fire."

"I chop wood, too."

Her eyes widened and she caught her breath, as if picturing him naked to the waist, muscles bunching and moving as he worked. Chase leaned toward her, drawn by her obvious reaction to his words. "I want to kiss you, Rachel."

"Oh." She licked her lips. "I want that, too."

"But first, I'm going to get the fire started."

She frowned in open confusion. "Why?"

"Because once I start kissing you, I'm not going to want to stop. And when I get you naked, I want you shivering with anticipation, not cold."

The winters were mild in this temperate rain forest region, but it was still winter, and the damp could make the temperature feel much lower than it actually was.

"Ah." Rachel licked her lips again and nodded. "Well, make a fire, then. I'll watch."

Since he kept the fireplace ready, kindling laid, it didn't take long to build a fire that would soon make a hot bed of coals. It would keep the cabin comfortably warm as long as he added a new log from time to time. Satisfied, Chase turned to look at Rachel and felt his gut tighten at the sight of her.

He wanted her. He wanted to see all the smooth, bare skin that was covered up by pants and a long-sleeved sweater. He wanted to taste her mouth and then explore the length of her from head to toe, kissing every inch. He wanted to part her thighs and lick between them. And he wanted to fuck her until neither of them could take any more.

Her eyes met his and widened slightly in awareness of his obvious sexual regard. He could see her breath catch, the rise and fall of her chest growing more rapid, the pulse at the base of her throat fluttering.

"Rachel," he said, her name like a brand on his lips. "I have a craving for whipped cream."

She stayed still as he stood upright and moved closer to her, one deliberate step after another, until the last step brought him close enough for their bodies to nearly brush, crowding her, invading her space. She didn't move back. She leaned forward just enough for her nipples to graze his chest.

The contact shot straight to his cock. With a low growl he buried one fist in her hair, gripped her ass with his other hand, and brought her body hard against his as his lips claimed hers.

He took her mouth like an invading conqueror, demanding her surrender, and with a little moan, she gave it. She melted into him, opened her mouth for him, pressed closer as if his hold weren't tight enough to soothe her body's demand for contact with his.

Chase thrust his tongue into her mouth at her invitation, tasting the depths of her. He felt a surge of triumph when her tongue slid along his, tasting him back. Her response confirmed what her body had told him when she'd trusted him enough to relax and fall into him, expecting him to catch her.

Submissive sex required a high degree of honesty and trust, and Rachel was giving him both. Which was good, because he'd never felt more dominant. He'd long since accepted his preference for being in charge in bed, but with Rachel he wanted more. He wanted to claim her, and he wanted her utter and complete surrender.

Chase gentled the kiss, easing back by degrees until his mouth just brushed hers. "Rachel."

"Mmm."

"I'm going to do things to you you've never experienced before. If I push you too far outside your comfort zone, you need to tell me to ease up. If you need to stop, say so. I'll be watching you, paying attention to your body's reactions, your responses, but we haven't played together before, and I don't know your limits. If something feels uncomfortable or you don't like it, say so immediately. If you want more, tell me that."

He felt her shudder in his arms. "I want more right now."

"Greedy." He felt a smile curve his mouth as he nibbled at her lower lip.

"I want to be," she answered on a sigh. "I want to be selfish and greedy and take everything you want to give me."

"I hope you're up to it," he answered. "Because I want to give you everything, Rachel. Everything you want. Everything you need. Everything I'm burning to do to you, because I've captured you, and you belong to me, and I can."

"Chase." She pressed closer to him, and he felt her hook one leg around his hip.
"Yes."

He brought his hands down to her hips, ground his pelvis into hers until she gasped, then swung her off her feet and cradled her against his chest. "Time to take you upstairs and introduce you to those handcuffs, pretty lady."

Rachel's head fell back against his chest, her eyes wide and dark as they met his. "Goody," she said in a faint voice.

Chase snagged her purse with its stockpile of condoms and cream, ready to use both on her. His hard-on strained against his zipper, and he welcomed the discomfort. He wanted the first time to last as long as he could draw it out, and just kissing this woman, knowing she was his to take, brought him dangerously close to losing control.

"I want to see you naked," Chase said as he set her on her feet, her legs backed up against the four-poster bed. "I want to see all of that creamy skin bare for me, and then I'm going to paint designs on your body with that whipped cream, every place I want to lick it off."

"Works for me," Rachel said, a smile spreading over her face.

"And while I'm doing that, pretty Rachel, I'm going to have you handcuffed to this bed."

"Wow." She gulped as she imagined herself on the bed, naked, helpless, wearing nothing but dots of whipped cream that Chase would swirl his tongue around and lap away until he tasted nothing but her. Her inner muscles tightened, and she felt her sex swelling, a hot rush spreading through her as her body readied itself for him.

She wanted his mouth on her, his tongue teasing her nipples, her clit, plunging inside her . . . A shudder ran through her, and Chase gave a low laugh at her telltale reaction.

"Like that idea, don't you?"

"Uh-huh." She licked her lips, her mouth feeling dry, heart racing as adrenaline shot through her.

He slapped her ass, the sharp sting taking her by surprise. It wasn't unpleasant, just a faint sting followed by a rush of blood that puffed her vulva further. Now that was unexpected. Who knew a light spank could actually feel good and make her sex swell? "Get your pants off. The next time I spank you, I want to see a little rosy flush on your bare ass."

Unbelievably, his words made her react with a liquid rush, her natural lubrication coating her and making her slick for him.

He slid a hand under her thin navy silk sweater, stroking her bare waist beneath it. "I gave you an order, Rachel. Pants off. Or do you need help undressing?"

"Wow." She bunched her hands into his shirt and took a deep breath. "Give me a minute. I'm standing here with a hot man who has handcuffs and knows how to use them, telling me to get naked. The last time I got naked for anybody, I was having a physical."

"Been a while?" Chase kissed the corner of her mouth, light, soft, then nipped at her lower lip with the edge of his teeth. The contrast made her shudder with want.

"It's been so long," she answered. "And it's never been like this. I feel—" She broke off, searching for words.

"What do you feel, Rachel? Tell me." Chase hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slid them back and forth, caressing the soft skin of her belly.

"Everything. I want to rip my clothes off and rub myself against you. I want anything and everything with you. I feel crazy and needy."

Rachel fumbled at her button and zipper, opening her
pants and sliding them down her hips. The fabric pooled at her feet, and she stepped out, kicking herself free. She grasped the bottom of her sweater and yanked it over her head, pulling out her arms and tossing that aside, too. Her satin panties clung damply between her legs, and her bra felt too constricting. Her breasts felt swollen and achy, and she was pretty sure nothing would give her relief but having his hands and his mouth on them.

"Very nice." He looked down at her new bra, approval plain on his face. "Sexy and classy. Just like you."

Rachel felt a blush burn her cheeks. "Not very classy. I went to an exclusive dating agency looking for kinky sex."

"No." Chase traced the outline of her bra, running his fingers over the curves of her breasts as they rose above the edges of the fabric cups. "You wanted something and you went looking for it. You had needs and you wanted them filled. That doesn't lessen who you are, Rachel. You're a beautiful, desirable, accomplished woman, and you have every right to want a lover to give you pleasure."

She shivered as his fingers sang to her nerve endings, making her feel very aware of her skin as a sensory organ. She wanted to feel his touch everywhere.

"I'm going to give you pleasure, Rachel. And you're going to have to accept it, take it, enjoy it. You don't have a choice. You're my captive, and you have to give in to me."

Chase smoothed his hands up to her shoulders and down her back, where he found the catch to her bra and unfastened it. She pulled her arms through the straps, helping him remove it, and then she was naked except for her panties. Cool air rushed over her heated skin, and her nipples puckered into even tighter buds.

"Look what you had hidden. So pretty." Chase looked down at her breasts, admiring her. "I may make you leave your breasts bare for me until I let you go. Ready for me to touch or lick or pinch." As he spoke, he flicked a finger against one nipple, and Rachel gasped at the sensation. She was so ready for his touch, and to be stimulated so abruptly was like being jolted with low-voltage electricity.

"On the bed, on your knees," Chase told her.

Rachel dropped back onto the bed and rolled onto her stomach, pulling her knees underneath her to kneel on the mattress. She felt the bed dip as Chase joined her, felt his fingers hook into her panties and pull them down. She raised her legs one at a time for him, and he slid off the panties, trailing his hands leisurely down her bare legs in the process.

Working back up, his hands stroked over her calves and then her thighs, kneading lightly at the curve of her buttocks before sliding down to stroke the soft skin of her inner thighs. His fingertips brushed just short of the juncture between, and Rachel let out a low moan, wanting with all her being for him to touch her there.

Chase gave a low chuckle. "Not yet."

Then his palm smacked against the bare skin of her bottom, and she felt it pinking in reaction while her vulva plumped even fuller. A second smack followed, and Rachel felt the inner muscles of her sex clench and a rush of liquid follow. Oh God, she was going to be dripping by the time he finally touched her.