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.Both of them sighed at the same time."Okay." Her brow rested against his while she adjusted to his thickness."You were right.This is better.""Better," Nathan breathed."Much better." He brushed her hair from her neck, drawing his mouth along her shoulder to the soft skin beneath her ear.He smoothed his hands down her back to cup her ass, guiding her into a slow rhythm.His strong grip kept her spread as she began riding his cock again, leaving her more exposed and open than she had felt sprawled across him in the living room.Every slide scraped her pebbled nipples across his chest, and every stroke back down ground her clit into the coarse hair at the base of his shaft, and still she wanted more.More.More of him, more of his mouth, more of his cock.Just more.Gradually she picked up the pace, clenching hard enough on every stroke to have Nathan groaning into her skin."Like that?" she asked, and was shocked at how hoarse she sounded."Yes, yes, yes."The words fell heedless from his lips.His eyes were clouded, laying bare how close to the edge he was, and his hands tightened against her with almost bruising pressure.Remy thought he would have agreed to anything.She was rapidly reaching the same pinnacle.The relentless pounding against her clit had her scrabbling not to collapse against him, every thrust sinking him deeper, harder, flooding her pussy anew.It would take so little to push him over, to feel him crashing with her when they came, but all she could do was forge ahead, try not to believe too much in the glimpses of emotion she kept catching in his eyes.When it became too much to bear, she squeezed hers shut, seeking out his mouth instead of trying to make sense of what was probably nothing.Nathan responded like a starving man, attacking her with both tongue and teeth, and when she had to gulp for air, he forced her back for more.Coming was almost a relief.Remy clamped down around his cock, screaming into his mouth as the shudders wracked through her slim frame, exploding bright and hot and so fucking fierce she was sure she was going to have friction burns everywhere they touched.Somewhere she heard him say her name, but beyond the confines of her flesh, everything else seemed far away, too far to notice except for that which directly touched her.Cock, chest, hands, skin.And that mouth.Back on hers.She could drown in that mouth.* * * *Kirsten hated Los Angeles.It was hot and smelly and, for as crowded as it was, everything moved at a snail crawl that made her want to scream out loud in frustration.It didn't help that she had discovered Remy's escape had taken her not only across the country but also back in time.Seventy-five years might be a drop in the bucket in the history books, but for practical purposes, she might as well be in the Dark Ages.She was dealing with Neanderthals here.Sooner or later-and probably much, much sooner-she was going to shoot someone through the eye just for being stupid.She hoped it was Remy Capra.A day of searching had given her zero information on the mysterious British guy and his Mustang.Her original idea had been to get into the police computers and do a simple search with her parameters, but getting in had been her first stumbling block.As a civic employee, she had been implanted with tracking chip technology for years, and while it gave her instant wireless access no matter where she went back in DC, Kirsten learned almost immediately she didn't have the same capability here.Incompatible technology, she decided.There were enough Internet cafes around to still let her online, however, but the second she saw the old-fashioned computer, complete with clunky keyboard and mouse, she knew she needed a new plan.She hadn't had to deal with such antiquated interfaces since before starting school.The only way she knew to navigate computer files was by talking to the damn things.And that was before she realized you had to pay to use the supposedly public access in the cafes.Her cashcard and Fedcred were as worthless here as beads and trinkets.What cash she had-she'd hocked her watch, an antique, as soon as she could-was for food and shelter, not to waste fucking around with clunky computers and their ridiculous programs.She didn't have time to wait for voice-activated interfaces to become the government standard.So if she couldn't get in through the back door, that only left the front.She made sure she showed up at the police station after the day shift had clocked out.Nights meant fewer people around to ask questions she might not be able to answer; if they were doing their jobs, they would be out on the streets.Darkness gave criminals comfort and the opportunity to take more risks.With only her chip to prove she was a cop, and no way to scan it for another forty years, Kirsten had few options to get inside with a minimum of questions.She stuck with the tried and true, lying about being the head of a private security team from DC.It was half-true, anyway, and she knew enough of the lingo to be able to convince the weary officer on duty to let her talk to someone higher up.That was all she wanted.Walking back and forth in the confines of an interrogation room, though, she wondered if she'd be able to sell her story without the benefit of red tape on her side.Again, she cursed Remy's name.None of this would have even been necessary if the bitch had just died with the rest of her gang.She stopped pacing when the door opened and a man walked in.He was tall, much taller than she, with broad shoulders designed for football and long legs made for more carnal games.Short dark hair seemed even darker next to his tan skin, and the liquid eyes that met hers were eerily shrewd.Her mouth curved into an automatic smile.This one would be easy to manipulate and fun to boot."I'm Isaac McGuire." He thrust his hand out in greeting.She took it and smiled even wider at the heat pouring off his skin."They tell me you're from DC, right?"Kirsten nodded."I'm tracking a fugitive on the loose.My sources say she's here.I need your help finding her."CHAPTER SEVENGradually, Nathan pulled himself from sleep, swimming through layers of fluffy darkness to open his eyes to the bright morning sun.He blinked the grit from his eyes, looking over to the empty side of the bed.He stretched, smiling at the slight, almost unfamiliar ache in his muscles.The vague smell of sweat and sex lingering in the room made him hard again.By the time they had collapsed in exhaustion at some point in the early morning hours, Nathan had thought he would never be able to have sex again.Apparently, he just needed to rest for a few hours.Nathan wanted to lure Remy back to bed, fold her body around his, and start where they left off the night before.He imagined Remy was in the kitchen, scavenging for food.She shouldn't have to scavenge for food.He should go to the grocery store.With the money he didn't have.Nathan didn't allow that thought to dampen his good mood.He didn't want anything to dampen his good mood.He wanted to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from it before the novelty wore off.Besides, he had enough cash left over from the day before to take her out for coffee.Digging a pair of shorts and a T-shirt out of the dresser, Nathan reflected on what Remy was wearing.Or not wearing.If she was wearing the T-shirt from the day before, he might be forced to carry her back to bed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]