Chasing Silver by Jamie Craig Page A

this either,” Nathan murmured, drawing his mouth along her jaw and down her neck. “But I know I…” Need this. Need you. “Never had a chance.”
    “Maybe that’s what this is for us. A chance.”
    She squeezed around his aching shaft before accommodating his urge for more, keeping her torso still as she began to slide up and down his length. Her tongue dragged along the rough edge on his neck where stubble met skin before coming to a stop at his ear. When her breath hitched, Nathan’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, guiding her, holding on, keeping her steady when a tremor rippled through the muscles beneath his palms. The seconds stretched longer and longer while he waited for Remy to speak.
    Her whisper came on an exhalation. “A fresh start.”
    The promise behind her words sent something hot and sharp through his chest, like an electrified dagger. A fresh start was not something he had ever considered, or hoped for. His life had been in limbo, stuck in the gray, shapeless place before the end. A fresh start. Her madness must have been contagious, because he almost believed it.
    The echo thrummed through him, pulsing to the rhythm she set. Nathan needed more, needed her to move faster, needed to feel the glorious burn of her body as they broke and came together again. He was sure she saw the desperation in his eyes, and if he had the energy, he would have tried to mask it. She sat up, her back arching, her breasts thrusting forward. Her flesh trembled beneath his hand as she clenched, moving harder, moving faster, drawing him deeper into her body.
    “God…” The rest of it was lost in a breathy stream as Remy braced her hands against his chest, clinging to his sweat-slicked skin as her hips slammed against his. Nathan couldn’t discern the individual words, but he didn’t need to. All he needed was to see her fiery hunger, feel the ever-quickening strokes along his cock.
    When her fingernails curled into his skin, he gasped, but the ensuing cry ripped from her throat distracted him from the momentary sting. With a single, violent drive, Remy buried him inside her quivering heat, her spine bowing impossibly back, her inner muscles fluttering around him. The word falling from her lips then was more than understandable. Nate .
    Nathan’s skin felt tight and hot, his balls ached, and his heart thundered in his ears. Each convulsion sent a series of tremors though his flesh, pushing him closer to the edge. He struggled to hold the last threads of his control, prolonging the moment, because he didn’t know what was on the other side. But he couldn’t resist the swell of physical need mingled with unfamiliar and confusing emotions burning through him.
    Remy fell forward, capturing his lips just as he groaned. He thrust his tongue into her mouth as he pushed forward one final time. His muscles constricted and then everything seemed to expand for a scant moment before collapsing. Nathan relaxed against the rough carpet, Remy’s weight pushing him into the floor.
    “Oh, god…”
    “I thought that was my line.” A faint note of laughter undercoated her words, but when she lifted her head to look down at him, there was nothing mocking in her eyes. “Is it redundant to say that was fucking unbelievable?” She smiled. “Or unbelievable fucking. Take your pick.”
    “I don’t think it needs to be said.” His fingers slid down her spine, and her soft sigh of pleasure made his cock twitch. It wouldn’t be long until he was ready for her again, but he’d rather the second round be in his bed.
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    It was hard not to stare at him.
    Sweat gleamed on Nathan’s brow, and his eyes were impossibly blue in the dim light. Beyond his heavy lids, though, lurked something darker, deeper. Remy thought if she only watched long enough, she’d understand what it was. If she asked, he wouldn’t tell her; of that, she was certain. What she wasn’t so sure about was whether he would even know what