Chasing Silver (10 page)

“Well, I could take you to the Barn to meet with Isaac, but I don’t feel like listening to his doom and gloom. Unless you want all-you-can-eat ribs, then I don’t mind. Or I could take you over there.” He pointed over the golden beach to a small restaurant. “It has great crab cakes. Or, and this is the one I’m partial to, I could just take you home, and we can worry about dinner much later tonight.”

The moment he started talking about food, she felt ridiculous for jumping to any kind of negative conclusion. After those first few hours on their first night together, Nathan had done nothing but accept her for who she was. Just because she was worried about what Kirsten was going to do, how he was going to get hurt, didn’t mean those same kinds of doubts plagued him.

“You’d cancel out on your buddy to spend the evening with me?”

“I’m sure Isaac will get over the heartbreak of being stood up. Besides, we were supposed to compare notes, and I didn’t learn anything today…” Nathan smiled. “Well, nothing that would be appropriate to share with him.”

Stretching, Remy caught his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged playfully. “And we’ll have a whole ride back to your place for you to learn something else,” she said before taking his mouth in a short, demanding kiss. Her lips were tingling when they parted, and she slipped away before she jumped him then and there. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

“We’ll go to the Barn tomorrow. It’ll be on me, all right? All right. See you then.”

Nathan hung up the phone, shaking his head. Isaac had seemed pretty annoyed. He hoped that was because Isaac really wanted those ribs, and not because he was upset Nathan had somebody else to spend time with. Though after five years of only spending time with each other, Nathan supposed the new situation was a little unsettling.

“Come on,” he called out. “They’re not going to hold our table.”

He glanced up as Remy stepped into the room, then froze as his surroundings tunneled around him, focusing in on her. She had done her hair and make-up much as she had for Rojo the night before. Dark waves tumbled down her back, while smoky eyes and a scarlet mouth highlighted her features. It was the dress she had chosen and how it clung to her curves, however, that left him speechless.

The deepest of blacks, its design was simple, with thin straps curving to a deep vee at the neckline. With her full breasts so deliciously accentuated, the dress then tucked in at her slim waist before flaring out again, ending at mid-thigh in a swirl of fabric that drew his gaze down her toned legs. Three-inch heels completed the ensemble.

“What?” She fidgeted as she tried to smooth down the skirt. “It’s not too bad, is it? I don’t do dresses.”

“No,” Nathan rasped. Clearing his throat, he added, “You should do dresses more often. Wait, you’ve got a little something.” He reached out and picked a piece of lint off her skirt.

“Are you sure?” She sounded unconvinced. “Because I can always change. It’s got to be easier to get out of than it was to get into.” Sweeping her hair aside, she twisted her upper body to show him the back and the slight gap in the fastenings near her neckline. “I couldn’t even finish the zipper. And I know there’s a hook or something there, but damned if I can put it together.”

Nathan fingered the smooth material. “Yeah, there’s a hook here.” He didn’t make any effort to fasten it; the bare bit of skin just below her neck was a much stronger distraction. Unable to resist, he leaned over to brush his lips against the small patch. She shivered against his mouth, a slight tremble that echoed in him. Holding her hips, Nathan guided her to turn around completely. “I don’t want to see you out of it,” he murmured, moving his hands down to the hem of her skirt.

Her head tilted to the left, the soft waves of her hair falling away to expose the delicate line of her neck. “And yet, we’re not leaving. What happened to worrying about our table?”

“I’m sure it’s not going anywhere.” His hands snuck beneath her skirt. The tips of his fingers scraped against the lacy tops of her stockings. He couldn’t even remember where they had reservations. Some restaurant in Pasadena. It hardly seemed to matter now. His hands moved higher, sneaking over her inner thighs, each whisper of touch eliciting the softest moan from her throat.

With one hand still beneath her skirt, he slid the other up her back to snag the tip of the zipper. “Unless,” he said, as he pulled the zipper down, “you’re worried about it.”

Her
no
came out as a mere breath. Slowly, Remy reached back to run her hand up the front of his thigh, brushing against his erection but not stopping until she found the top of his waistband. There, her fingernails traced inward, causing the muscles in his stomach to twitch, coming to a rest on his belt.

“You’re the one who said he was hungry for food now.” He heard the smile in her voice. “I was more than happy to stay in bed a little longer. But if I get to get out of this dress, I’m definitely not going to complain.”

“I was hungry.” Nathan smoothed his fingers down her spine, smiling as she arched toward his touch. Skimming his mouth across her shoulders, he inhaled deeply, catching the subtle aroma of honey and flowers. “New soap, too? It’s nice.”

But it was more than nice. The soap had mingled with the natural musk from her skin to create something sweet and enticing, and entirely new to him. Curious, he buried his nose in her hair, enjoying the way the heavy silk strands brushed against his face and throat. He couldn’t distinguish a single scent, just the combined perfume of soap and shampoo and water.

Nathan moved closer, folding her body against his. Sliding his hands over her breasts and along her stomach, he freed her upper body from the loose material of her dress.

Remy’s sigh of relief resonated through her. “You like that word a lot.” Her deft fingers had managed to undo his buckle, and now they pulled his shirt from his pants, sending shivers along his skin from their heat. “Nice. That’s what you said last night, too.”

“Hmm. What about some of your favorite words? Royal? Sauce? I don’t know what you’re on about half the time.”

“You’re just lucky you’ve got a killer accent. A girl can forgive anything when you put it to work.”

He pushed the dress past her hips to pool at her feet. “I can think of words besides nice. How about delicious? Enticing?” Nathan cupped her breasts through her lacy bra, fingering her nipples until they were hard. Moaning, she dropped her head forward. She felt both supple and tense. Her muscles tightened as she grew more aroused, but he knew she could melt around him like butter.

“That’s not quite right either.” Starting at the nape of her neck, he licked a slow path down her back, sinking to his knees behind her.

Without being able to touch his stomach any longer, Remy moved her hands to cover his, guiding them as they molded over her stomach and onto her hips. Her satin skin pulsed beneath his touch, and as his fingers traced the smooth edge of her briefs, a long, shuddering sigh escaped her throat.

“Know what else isn’t right?” It was a whisper. As if she were afraid speaking louder would shatter the spell surrounding them. “Wanting you more now than I did yesterday. I thought being together like we have been would take the edge off, but…”

She didn’t finish the thought. Nathan finished it for her.

“But it’s not enough.” He dropped soft kisses along the curve of her ass. He reached the top of her thigh and paused to inhale again, enjoying the heady fragrance of her arousal beneath the softer blend of soap. She held his hands tightly, still guiding them over her body, and while he didn’t want to pull away from her, he did want to feel the tight heat of her pussy.

Nathan kissed a trail in the opposite direction, pausing as he reached the briefs’ band. Without warning or hesitation, he slid his tongue down the silk, his mouth moving along her crevice, until he reached the wet material acting as a thin barrier to her slick opening. Nathan teased her with his mouth, sucking, and scraping, and probing her flesh through the flimsy silk.

Her gasp made his cock jump. Beneath his palms, her muscles flexed as she parted her thighs, giving him clearer access to her pussy, but the movement caught her heels on the carpet, knocking her off-balance. Their entwined hands kept Remy from stumbling. As soon as she was steady again, she let one of his go, leaning forward to brace against the wall.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “God, please. Don’t stop.”

Like he could. He snagged her briefs and dragged them down her thigh, down the length of her leg, the soft silk gliding against her skin. She lifted her foot, daintily stepping out of them and letting them loop around her other heel. Nathan never took his mouth from her pussy, his tongue lapping at her hot skin. Remy guided his hand between her thighs, straight to her swollen clit.

He caressed the bundle of nerves as he took his time exploring her. Slowly, he pushed his tongue into her tight channel, her juices coating his lips, his head filled with her intoxicating scent. Remy tightened against him with each soft thrust, her muscles tremulous and sweet around him, her clit jerking beneath his finger.

It dawned on him there were words buried in her panting breaths. Most were lost, melting into less than the air it took to make them, but enough broke through, taking form to reach Nathan’s ears.

There was
please
and
more
and others he remembered from encounters years ago. But her
want you, Nate
struck the deepest chord. Every time she said his name, her body quivered, sometimes convulsed, always reacted in some way. Each time, her skin flamed hotter.

Nathan’s cock strained against his pants, throbbing with each of her moans. Each small tremor against his tongue sent a quake through his body. Blindly, he reached for his zipper, freeing his erection from the confines growing tighter by the second. He sighed against her skin as he gripped his shaft, stroking himself in time with his thrusting tongue. It didn’t help ease the pressure.

When he felt Remy rocking against his face, driving him further, deeper, harder against her clit, Nathan knew she was close. Her pussy walls fluttered around his tongue. All he craved at that moment in time was to feel her release. To taste it. To know she was coming because of him. He pushed on, determined to get it.

The cry wrenched from her throat, her thighs tightening as her body went rigid. Her juices flowed, and Nathan sucked them down, unwilling to tear his mouth away and lose even a second of her orgasm. Even as she began to beg him to stop, he didn’t move.

As soon as Remy’s muscles went lax, her body spent, he pinched her clit. Enough to make her muscles twitch like a bolt of electricity had been shot through the bottoms of her feet. Nathan grunted triumphantly as her muscles clenched around him again, and this time, she whimpered, incoherent words falling from her mouth. Nathan thought he could torment her like that forever, but his balls were tight, and his cock slick with pre-come.

Grudgingly, he pulled away, licking his lips as he straightened. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pressed his chest against her back, pausing for a moment to feel the heat of her skin.

“Remind me to thank whoever it was who taught you how to do that,” Remy said. She was slick with sweat, already grinding against his aching arousal. “As soon as my brain starts working again.”

Nathan chuckled as he adjusted himself, the head of his cock slipping easily against her wet flesh. Taking a deep breath, he thrust inside her completely, mirroring her pose as he braced a hand against the wall. He steadied himself, preparing to slide out and slam into her again, but her soft sigh stopped him short.

He rested his brow against her. “Please tell me I’m not hurting your back. Because, Remy, I’m about to lose it.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt,” she confirmed in a voice so low he had to strain to hear her. Her hand ran up his tensed arm before settling over his, their fingers entwining without breaking his contact with the wall. “It’s just…”

She stopped. Nathan waited for her to speak, his body bowstring tight. He was sure he would break before she said what was on her mind.

“I keep forgetting how right you feel,” she whispered. “And then you get inside me again, and I wonder how it is I could ever forget.”

Nathan knew what she meant, but it still felt like she had elbowed him in the stomach. Being with her, being inside her, did feel right. But the fact he felt it at all, that she felt it too, overwhelmed him.

“I know.” He thrust into her again. “I know.” He increased his tempo gradually until he found a rhythm to satisfy the blistering lust rolling through his body. “I know,” he panted as he pounded into her, losing himself in her exquisite heat, their chorus of moans, the burn in his muscles and chest, her slick skin, the erratic beat of his own heart thudding in his ears.

She began spasming around his cock far too soon. Cries too incoherent to be words this time carried with every thrust, and Remy’s head fell back, her free hand reaching around to cup his nape. She pulled Nathan down so his lips skimmed the saturation of her skin, her pussy clamping around his shaft, but beneath it all echoed her earlier words.

Nathan was unable to withstand the force of her third orgasm as it swept through her. He wasn’t ready to stop, wasn’t ready to let her go, but it was out of his control. He was at her mercy, and with the heat rolling from her skin to suffuse his flesh, he thrust into her a final time. He came with a deep shudder, his body shaking with the needed, but not quite welcome, release.

Twisting around, Remy sought his mouth, finding first the corner and then the full press as she kissed him with her breath catching in her throat. It was possible he imagined the quivering in her lips, though in the wake of his orgasm, Nathan realized that could have been his own lips trembling. Regardless, the caress coaxed them both down from their peaks.

“Think we can forget dinner and head straight to your bedroom for dessert?”

“We’ll order in,” Nathan said, somehow finding the strength to pull away from her. He tugged at the buttons of his shirt. “Dessert is nice, but we’ve got to keep your strength up.”

Without his body pinning her, Remy turned around and leaned against the wall. Her skin was flushed a rosy pink, the hard tips of her nipples prominent through her lacy bra. His mouth watered with the sudden desire to pull one between his teeth.

Reaching for his shirtfront, she pulled him back, guiding his hands to her plush hips. “Better get me off my feet then.”

Nathan smiled. “With pleasure.” He lifted her up, waiting until her arms and legs were locked around him before carrying her back to his bed.

*   *   *

Nathan’s cancellation soured Isaac’s already foul mood. Snapping his cell phone shut, he marched away from the noisy entrance of the Barn, his footsteps heavy against the sidewalk as he headed back to his car.
Nothing to tell, my ass.
Nathan was fucking the girl, and he didn’t have the balls to admit it. Under any other circumstances, Isaac would have been the first to wave the flag and lead the parade. God knew, if there was anybody who needed some companionship, it was Nathan.

But these weren’t other circumstances. These were fucked up beyond all belief circumstances. And Isaac would choose the life of his best friend over a civilian any day of the week.

The girl didn’t exist. Fingerprints had turned up nothing. Every database he fed information into had come back blank. He had gone as far as he could with the name she claimed to have, but everything ended at a stone wall. It had to be an alias, because nothing else made sense.