Chasing Silver by Jamie Craig

incidentally, until all lingering doubts drifted away like smoke. He didn’t hesitate to cup her ass with both hands, flexing his fingers around her tight flesh, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin material. She pushed against him as he found the zipper glittering in the dim light. He pulled it down, revealing her firm, round cheeks.
    Nathan skimmed his fingers over the curve and up to the small of her back, coming to a stop at the band of her shirt. He unsnapped the material with a flick of his wrist, and, unable to resist the urge to taste her skin, ran his tongue down the smoothness of her spine, along the top edge of her briefs, and down to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
    The faintest of tremors in her leg accompanied Remy’s sigh of satisfaction. “You have no idea how badly I wanted you to do this last night. When I woke up this morning, and you were still asleep—” she shuddered when he nibbled along the swell of her ass, “—I almost said to hell with it and climbed on right then.”
    Nathan thought climbing on sounded like an exceptionally good idea. Possibly, the best idea in human history. He tugged off her boots before dragging her pants and underwear down her legs, leaving them in a pile at her feet, before focusing on his own pants. He sighed with relief as he freed his erection and stretched out on the floor beside Remy, pulling her onto him. She straddled him without hesitation, their mouths coming together once again.
    Nathan didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t understand the raw hunger running through his body like bolts of electricity. He couldn’t think. Somehow, it would all make sense once he was inside of her.
    “Can’t wait,” Nathan said against her mouth. “Can’t…”
    “Then don’t.” Without abandoning their searing kisses, she lifted enough to allow the tip of his cock to slide down her wet slit, then sheathed him in one long, drowning stroke.
    Nathan pulled on the string keeping her flimsy camisole clinging to her body, whisking it away as soon as the knot was untied. Her hard nipples scraped against his chest, sending a low thrill through his blood, and her hair fell around him, tickling his shoulders. Beneath the lingering smell of sweat and alcohol from the club was the tantalizing scent of her arousal and skin, the same soft smell that had haunted his dreams.
    But the reality was better than his fevered fantasies. The reality of her hot skin, her tight flesh, her pounding pulse was beyond his imagination. Remy felt so right. Like they fit each other.
    He didn’t know why, but she kept slowing, hips rocking in longer slides, hands skimming over his shoulders, until the only thing moving was the deliberate sweep of her tongue. Then her tongue stopped as well, and she sat up, leaving him stripped of everything she’d given him. Everything but the fierce heat of her pussy around his cock.
    Her fingers traced the line of buttons down the middle of his shirt. Even in the dusky light, he saw the high color in her cheeks. “I don’t get this,” she whispered. The bottom button came free, and her hands began to slide upward, undoing each as she spoke. “Us. You. Why I look at you, and…”
    She stopped. The delicate line of her throat rose and fell as she swallowed, but her fingers continued to peel his shirt away until the cool air tightened his exposed nipples.
    It relieved Nathan to know he wasn’t the only one who felt out of control. Her behavior might be out of the ordinary, but his was so far out of character he wasn’t even sure he recognized himself. Placing his hand against her back, he forced her down until their upper bodies molded against each other again. The sultry fire of her flesh still astonished him, her warmth seeping from her body to spread through his skin. Is it always like this? Nathan couldn’t remember. It had been too long. He moved his hand down her body to her hip, encouraging her to rock against him.
    “I don’t get