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granny’s boudoir chair, but Eden’s nipples suddenly responded as if they were being stroked. The sensation was nothing short of electrifying, and her stomach seemed to drop as though she were freefalling. She gritted her teeth, trying to shut off the sensations spiraling through her.
     
      She waved a hand over her breasts, sure that someone was physically touching her. Her hand passed through air before dropping back to clutch at the sheet beneath her hips.
     
      Holy cow! When I have a break with reality, I do a really, really good job.
     
      This is one hell of an adept apparition.
     
      She swore she felt the heat of his skin. But he wasn’t anywhere near her. Good Lord. The scientist in her didn’t believe in ghosts. On the other hand, she didn’t believe in telekinesis either and he’d made both gun and sheet vanish into thin air.
     
      “Don’t fight it,” he said, clearly exasperated. “Just feel.”
     
      “I’m feeling plenty,” she muttered, still not sure why she was feeling anything. She shivered as the hair on her neck was brushed aside. The tightness in her stomach grew stronger as she imagined cool lips moving over the hot, damp skin of her nape. A shiver went through her, and she couldn’t help the little moan that escaped her parted lips as warm air fanned her skin.
     
      “Ah. You like that.” Her hair seemed to fall, sifting to tickle her neck. Eden squeezed her eyes tightly closed, knowing only pure sensation. She wanted to crawl completely into the dark, sweet fantasy that was wiping everything out of her mind but what he was doing to her. The heat and scent of the man’s skin—a man who wasn’t there—became etched on her memory.
     
      Not satisfied with this ethereal phantom lover, Eden craved the physical touch of his body like a drug. The pulse in her throat beat wildly as a trail of moist heat seemed to move from the base of her neck to her right breast.
     
      Her pulse went into overdrive as an inextricable pressure around her nipple drew it into a tight, almost painful nub. Her nipple was manipulated into an aching peak, but she had no idea how. She didn’t care. Ultrasensitive, her skin burned, and a deep pulse of expectation made her hips arch up off the mattress.
     
      She moaned. Instinctively she reached out her arms to hold him. There was nothing there. She dug her fingers into the sheet on either side of her hips to anchor herself again.
     
      “Let yourself go,” he whispered, that voice as deep and arousing as the whisper of sensation on her skin. “Just…let…yourself…go.”
     
      The cunning stroke of an invisible hand trailed a fiery path from her breasts across her tummy. Eden bit her lip as need ratcheted up and up unbearably. She couldn’t quite catch her breath. She wanted—she needed—
     
      She opened herself, yielding to the craving, desperate for sweet relief, her body as tightly coiled as a spring.
     
      But there was something—something on the periphery of her consciousness that kept that final release at bay.
     
      “Come for me, Doctor,” he said urgently.
     
      “No,” she told him with spurious calm, breath coming in short choppy bursts as she tried to regulate it. By crossing her legs tightly she could send herself into orbit in about three seconds if she wanted to.
     
      “No?” he asked, sounding annoyed. “Why the hell not?”
     
      “Because, even in a freaking bizarre dream like this I want more than a quickie orgasm, that’s why.” Her jaw ached from gritting her teeth to try to counteract the insistent pulse of her body readying itself to climax.
     
      “God, I’m arguing with an imaginary man.” Eden pushed herself up against the pillows very carefully. At this point her body had a hair trigger. “When— if I eventually do make love with Jason, we’ll do it together. Not in my imagination. Until then I have Richard for that.”
     
      She used iron control of mind over