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but she wanted to.
Snatching it from his hand, Riley walked away. When she realized he was still standing in the same spot, she looked over her shoulder and asked, “Are you coming?”
CHAPTER NINE
SECONDS AFTER ENTERING her bedroom, Riley lowered the blinds. She placed the crystal on her bed and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. After moving to the stand on the other side of the bed she turned on the second lamp, and the room was cast in a warm glow.
Chaz stood in the doorway. Riley pointed toward the beige couch adorned with pillows near the window.
“The best view is from over there,” she told him.
He moved in silence over the beige carpet.
Once he was seated, Riley stepped out of her shoes. She placed them neatly at the end of her bed instead of going into her closet as she normally did. There was nothing normal about this night. She unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her legs, noting the soft scrape of material over her nylon-covered legs. The jacket came next and she folded the garments, draping them over the end of the bed. When she chanced a look at Chaz, his gaze was riveted on her. A warm tendril of desire slipped slowly down her spine. Her bra, nylons, the thin wisp of lace panties were all removed and Riley climbed onto her bed.
Her meditation routine usually included candles and the tracks of crashing waves and trickling springs she had programmed to a special playlist. Tonight there was only Chaz.
Her heart thumped so loud she thought for sure he could hear it from where he sat about twelve feet from the bed. She lay back against the pillows, closing her eyes briefly and then opening them to stare up at the ceiling.
She could do this.
More important, she wanted to do this.
Extending her arm, Riley grabbed the crystal. She closed her eyes and focused on everything from the feel of it against her palms, to its shape and its purpose. Surprisingly, the desired calm came over her even though she was not alone. She could hear the waves in her mind and feel the warmth of the sun against her bare skin. And the crystal began to warm. It started to feel familiar in her hand, but not only because she’d used it so much in the past year. It felt like another phallus she’d held just a week ago.
She needed to clear her mind of everything but her happy place. Search for the good within herself and within the world that surrounded her.
That was what she did whenever she meditated. It was her purpose in taking solitary time to aid in her healing. But tonight she couldn’t find that place. There was a new goal in her mind and right now it felt closer than peace and healing. She didn’t have to search for it because it was there in the room with her. In her hand and across the room.
“When I close my eyes you’re there.” It was a quiet admission spoken just before she took the crystal in one hand and rubbed the tip over one tight nipple.
“I’m here right now.”
She hadn’t expected him to speak, but with the sound of his voice, her pussy throbbed and she spread her legs wide.
“You’re a distraction.” Riley circled the crystal over one nipple while the fingers on her free hand toyed with her other nipple. On one she squeezed tight, pulling and tugging until her breathing came faster. The other was being massaged by the warm crystal. Her breasts felt full, sensation moving from each nipple down to her gut, settling like a pool of hot lava at her center.
A soft moan escaped before Riley could pull back. She wanted to do this but at the same time she didn’t want to share too much, to show him anything deeper than a physical reaction. Her mind and her body fought to control which would be revealed.
“I can’t go.”
Why did she enjoy his voice so much? Her legs moved over the soft material of her champagne-colored comforter. She wanted him inside her, buried deep and thrusting powerfully until she couldn’t breathe, think or care. Riley took a deep breath and exhaled in a slow but shaky whoosh of air. She moved the crystal to the slope between her breasts, trailing it down her torso and stopping at her navel.
“You can’t stay.” The words came out in a whimper. They needed to be said out loud because