“Don’t conflate speed and desire. I could happily fuck you all night. Slowly.”
She braced her heels on the mattress and pushed herself up against him. “Less talking. More action.”
“Or what, professor?” He caught her nipple between his teeth and ran his tongue roughly over the tight peak. “You know, I could make you come half a dozen different ways without any penetration.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Want to see?”
“No. I want to feel.”
“Not in a hurry anymore?”
“Greer, I’m on fire. All of me hurts. All of me wants all of you.”
“Mm-mmm,” he growled. “In time.”
She caught his face. “No. Now.”
He stood and wrapped his hands around her knees. “Now?”
“Greer.”
He grinned and lifted her legs. “Put your feet on the bed.” She braced her feet on the edge of the mattress. He took hold of her hips and fitted himself to her, then thrust into her, all the way. Her small muscles gripped him like a hot fist. She was tight and slick. He watched their bodies joining, knew the way he was holding her gave her no leverage. She was dependent on him for her pleasure and release.
Still holding her hips, he knelt on the bed and pushed her farther across the bed, making room for himself. Her legs folded on either side of him, gripping his hips. He settled his torso over hers, holding his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her beneath him.
He was moving slowly inside her now, watching her watch him. She had the most beautiful eyes, deep and mysterious. His thumb brushed her face, and he wondered at the soft texture of her cheek. He wanted to see her in the light, but didn’t want to leave her body to turn it on.
He kissed her eyebrow, the corner of her eye, the hollow of her cheek. Then pressed his mouth to hers with soft kisses. Slow sex with her was amazing, but he didn’t think he could hold out much longer.
Slipping his hand down her ribs, over her hip, down between their bodies, he fingered her clit. She gasped. Her body tightened like a compressed spring. He joined hands with hers just as she went over the edge. He met her thrusts with his own. She orgasmed twice more before he found his own release.
When the passion eased enough that their breathing calmed, Greer became aware of a stinging near his knuckles. She’d dug her nails into him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No.” Her eyes watered, her tears like diamonds in the moonlight.
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m not.”
“Then do you think you can retract your nails now?”
She gasped and eased her grip on his hands. “Sorry.”
His thumbs brushed the moisture from her eyes. He kissed her cheek as he withdrew from her. “Stay with me tonight?”
She nodded. He disposed of the condom, then slipped onto his side, curling his body around hers, holding her with an arm around her ribs. He pulled the quilt up over them.
The eyes wouldn’t come to him tonight, not here, in the cocoon he’d made for them. Tonight, he could sleep.
And he had Remi to thank for that.
Chapter Twelve
Greer’s eyes slammed open. Sunlight poured into the little bedroom at Mandy’s house with relentless cheer. Remi hadn’t been gone from his bed long—her side was still warm. He turned over, rolling in the faint scent of her that lingered in his sheets. He moved his hips, grinding himself against the linens as he thought about calling her back to bed.
And then he made the mistake of checking his watch. It was just after six a.m. He didn’t hear Remi moving around. She was probably still getting dressed. No alarms had been triggered, so he knew she was still in the house.
He took his shave pack from his bag and headed for the shower in the bathroom across the hall. He’d almost made it when Remi’s door opened.
He did a once-over to see what she was wearing—a light green camp shirt, jeans, and a pair of hiking shoes. She looked situated and ready for their trip to the Friends. For some reason, that bugged the hell out of him.
He’d woken in a mood. “Remi.”
“Greer.” She grinned, then bit her lower lip as her gaze dropped to the raging morning boner that was saluting her, the hallway, and anything else he looked at.
“You didn’t wake me,” he complained churlishly.
“You were sleeping like a baby.”
He rubbed his chest. “I’ll be with you as soon as I shower.”
“I don’t think we’re in a hurry to get out there this morning, are we?”
“No. The team’s probably still putting together the list of items you requisitioned.” He was surprised he could string normal words together. He stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, ending their conversation. He looked outside where he’d seen the figure last night.
He realized anyone who’d been looking in the front windows had to have been more than ten feet tall. Or standing on a stool. After his shower, he meant to check it out.
Ryker thought it’d been a ghost. Question is, was it here for me or you?
Greer turned the water on and waited for it to heat up. There wasn’t a human alive he feared, but ghosts were an entirely different matter.
After his shower, he pulled on a fresh pair of tan cargos, then went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. He brushed his teeth, then lathered his face. He’d just lifted his razor when a movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention.
Remi stood in the open door. “Mind if I watch?”
He couldn’t stop a half-grin. “It’s riveting.”
She moved into the bathroom and lifted herself up on the counter.
“Why a straight razor?” she asked with an arched brow.
He looked at her, then back at the mirror. “I can sharpen it as needed, so it’s cheaper than disposable. And it doubles as a weapon.” The razor scraped his skin, clearing a path through the cream. This was the innocent side of her that he wanted to protect. “Did you watch your dad shave?”
“I never knew him. He died when I was still quite young.”