CHAPTER TWELVE

THIS WAS WHAT she needed tonight. Riley let her head loll back as Chaz’s mouth and tongue created a scorching hot path down the line of her neck, over her collarbone and between the valley of her breasts. She moaned and whispered his name when he unhooked her bra and cupped her heavy mounds. Her legs were spread wide and wrapped around his waist, her hands plastered to the back of his head to stop him if he dared try to discontinue the sweet torture.

“Just do it,” she crooned before sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and biting down in an attempt to hold in some of the desire bristling through her at the moment. The battle was lost the second he closed his mouth over one nipple and palmed the other breast.

“Yes. Take it. Take it all.” Riley arched into him, loving the hard suction of his mouth and the quick scrape of teeth over her sensitive skin.

He held the other breast in his palm, squeezing and releasing. Damn, she was on top of the bar in her house, a place she’d never dreamed of having sex.

Chaz pulled back and she groaned until his strong hands found the band of her skirt. In one quick motion he lifted her slightly off the bar, just enough to pull the skirt and her panties down and off her legs. The marble top was cool to her bare ass as Riley watched Chaz remove his jacket. She reached forward and grabbed for his shirt, yanking it so hard the buttons popped free. She pushed it over his massive shoulders and down his arms. He reached back into his wallet to find a condom while her hands moved busily over his belt buckle, button and zipper. She pushed the jeans and his boxers down as far as she could reach and heard him ripping the condom packet open.

“Now,” she whispered when her thighs began to tremble.

Her pussy ached for attention and her chest heaved with anticipation.

He sheathed himself and wrapped one arm around her waist to pull her closer to the edge of the bar top. She locked her legs around him again just as he thrust deep into her. They both yelled out at the quick and forceful meeting. And then he was pounding into her, taking her higher, faster than she’d ever imagined.

“You are everything,” he groaned. “So hot and tight around me, so damn wet, Riley.”

Riley was wet and he was easing in and out of her with a friction that touched every sensitive spot she possessed. At this moment her body was his and he was owning it completely. This was what she needed—to lose herself so completely.

“Harder!” Her hands clamped down on his shoulders, blunt-tipped nails digging into his skin. “Harder, Chaz! Take me harder!”

He obeyed her command, pumping into her so hard and fast their joining made a cupping sound that echoed throughout the room. She was going to fall right over the edge. She could feel her pleasure rising so high it had no choice but to fall gracefully. Or rather ungracefully as she yelled out his name the second her body trembled with the force of her orgasm.

“Yes!” Chaz yelled with her. “Give it to me! All for me, Riley. Give it all to me. Yes!”

She couldn’t have withheld it if she tried. Her legs shook around him, her arms trembled and her teeth almost bit hard into her lip as pleasure ripped through her like a tornado. He’d slowed his thrust only marginally, his arms going around her back, holding her tight against his chest as her essence poured over him.

His quick pace resumed moments later when her body was still filled with the hum of her release. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and pumped wildly into her as if he couldn’t hold back a moment longer.

“Riley.” Her name tore from his lips.

His teeth brushed over her skin.

“Riley. Dammit, Riley!”

His arms grew tighter around her and Riley locked her ankles at his back. She pressed closer to him, enjoying the sound of her name in his husky tone.

“You can come for me now,” she whispered, wanting him to do just that.

To empty himself into her so that they could be even and one. That was a jolting thought and before she could marinate on it any longer a painfully raw sound ripped from Chaz’s throat.

“For you!” he groaned and pounded into her so fast she grew breathless. “All. For. You.”

Riley’s head jerked as he punctuated those last words with deep and powerful thrusts that almost pushed her right over the bar. If he hadn’t been holding on to her so tightly she was sure she would have toppled over, but he was holding her. His arms were wrapped tightly around her as he pushed his dick into her and held completely still for endless seconds. The pounding of his dick as his release pulsed into the condom had her legs trembling.

Her back was arched and Chaz lowered his forehead to her chest. “Just you, Riley.”

The words were spoken slowly as he pulled slightly out and pushed back inside her. “Just you.”

She showered alone and Chaz used her guest bathroom.

After a few minutes, he stood at the sink and splashed water over his face once and then again in an attempt to clear his mind. When that didn’t work, Chaz grabbed one of the soft yellow towels from a rack and pressed it to his face. It smelled just like Riley—fresh, clean and impossibly feminine. He sighed as he pulled it away and looked into the mirror.

“What the hell are you doing?”

His deep brown eyes looked the same. The strong jaw and light dusting of a beard, the scar just above his eyebrow he’d had since he was six and the precisely lined shape-up he’d received earlier today at the barber—all of it looked the same. The man he’d always seen was staring back at him. And yet Chaz knew that was a total lie.

As he stood in Riley Gold’s guest bathroom all he could think about was going into her bedroom, getting into her bed and cuddling with her until they both fell asleep. He wanted to sleep with her again. Not sex. Sleep. Him. And Riley Gold.

That wasn’t something he would have even considered before.

It was insane.

And it was the truth.

He cursed.

This wasn’t the type of affair he’d envisioned when he proposed this idea. He hadn’t anticipated that feelings would go along with the mindless sex. And he knew that hadn’t been Riley’s plan, either. Yet, here they were sharing things about themselves they’d never intended to share with anyone. It was wild.

Talking to Riley the way he had, comforting her, feeling the overwhelming need to find Walt Stone and beat him senseless, none of that was part of an affair. At least, not in his world. Chaz was about his job, his company and living a drama-free life. It was what he’d worked so hard to achieve since he became an adult and it wasn’t negotiable. He had to get back on track.

At least, that was what his mind was saying. Other parts of him—the foreign part that never usually had a say where women were concerned—was leaning in a different direction. And for the first time in his life, Chaz didn’t know what to do.