Chasing Silver by Jamie Craig Page B

it was she meant.
    Though his cock was still inside her, he had gone half-soft in the aftermath of his orgasm. If she moved, their contact would be broken, but the prospect of spending the night on the floor was far from appealing.
    “I don’t want to sleep on the lounger again,” she blurted.
    Nathan chuckled. “I’m sure something else can be arranged.” He brushed the hair away from her face. “If you let me up, we can arrange something else now.”
    A playful smile curved her lips. “Don’t tell me the big bad bounty hunter is pinned by a girl.” She tightened her thighs around his hips. “Maybe all those muscles I saw this morning were just for show.”
    “Maybe.” Nathan rolled and pinned her shoulders to the floor. “Or maybe not.” Dipping his head, he licked the swell of her breast, his mouth falling over her nipple. She moaned as he pulled it between his teeth, and his cock responded, growing hard inside her once again. He moved back, as if he were pulling away, then thrust forward, driving into her even more deeply. “What were we talking about?”
    Between his teeth and the fresh grind against her clit, Remy wasn’t sure what they had been talking about, either. But then another thrust slid her back against the carpet, and a sharp sting made her cry out in pain.
    Immediately, Nathan froze, his eyes clearing. “Oh, shit. I forgot.” He pulled out of her and sat up, kneeling between her legs. “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah.” She couldn’t curb a small wince as the knife wound on her back pulled as she sat up. “But maybe I should be on top for a while.”
    Remy took his hand when he offered it, allowing him to help her stand. Her legs felt like rubber, and it took a moment of unsteadiness to feel like she could walk again, but she flashed him a reassuring smile. “Just have to get my sea legs again.”
    He gripped her waist and lifted her off the floor. “Let me help with that.”
    She wrapped around him, the tip of his cock nudging against her wet folds. His mouth was all over the place, moving over her lips, along her jaw, and down her neck.
    “You’ve got to stop doing this,” she said, though she tilted her head to allow him better access. “At this rate, we’re never going to make it to the bedroom.”
    He didn’t answer, too busy tasting as much of her as he could reach. Remy whimpered when he nibbled at her breast, but when he began to slide her back down onto his cock, she tightened around his hips, stopping the motion.
    “Bed,” she prompted, her voice a rough whisper. “And I can satisfy all those naughty thoughts I had about eating you up this morning.”
    Nathan navigated down the dark hallway to his bedroom without pausing to turn on any lights. She felt the tension under his skin, felt the muscles tremble beneath her fingers. Nathan sat on the bed without releasing her, holding her against his chest as he fell back onto his single blanket. “You were having those sorts of thoughts too?”
    Every time he gave voice to his own desires, Remy relaxed a little bit more. It was hard enough coming to grips with the intensity of her attraction to him; knowing he was as much awash in confusion as she was gave her an anchor to grasp.
    “Yeah.” Fighting against the power in his arms, she pushed herself up to see his features shadowed in the dark. “My head was a pretty interesting place last night. I had all these dreams, and I think every one of them had my mouth on you in some way.”
    As if to prove her point, Remy bent her head to run the flat of her tongue along his shoulder, dragging it up to his neck. When she felt the texture change, going from smooth to rough and back to smooth again, she stopped, pulling back far enough to notice the thin scar running across the base of his throat.
    Her fingers were gentle as she reached up and skimmed them along the raised skin. “Someone got a piece of you.” Beneath her, Nathan stiffened, and her gaze flew to his face, fearful