fact…” He stopped, offered her a quick smile, and refocused on his task. “But you are welcome to stay tonight. Maybe after some sleep, we’ll be able to figure out what the hell is going on.”
“Thanks.” It was a relief to have one less thing to worry about. And maybe the light of day would reveal everything to be either a figment of her imagination or give her new perspective on this whole time travel business. She waited until he’d reverted his attention back to the last of the bandages before adding, “Something tells me I’m either not going to sleep much, or I’m going to have the dreams of the century. One of the two.”
“For what it’s worth, I doubt I’ll be getting much sleep myself,” Nathan said under his breath.
He pressed the last piece of tape down along the edge of the bandage, his fingers straying to the bordering skin. Remy suppressed the shiver his touch elicited, but hiding her soft gasp was unavoidable.
“Is it tender?” he asked, not pulling his fingers away.
She swallowed. “That’s one word for it.”
Nathan lingered for another moment before breaking the contact. “They weren’t too deep. You should feel better in the morning.” The words sounded forced, like it took great effort for him to speak.
Without the excuse of first aid, she felt more than a little exposed lying on the couch in front of him. Normally, she had no problem with her sexuality, but he’d done nothing more than remain friendly with her, maybe flirt a little back when she’d deliberately baited him. He was being a gentleman, and no matter how attracted she was, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was supposed to do with that.
“What about you?” Swinging her legs over, she sat up on the edge of the couch, reaching out at the same time to skim over a cut on his temple. “You’re not the only one with a bedside manner, you know.”
Touching his forehead, he pushed himself to his feet. “I’m fine, thank you.” After a moment of hesitation, he leaned forward and cupped her cheek. He brushed his thumb across her mouth before dropping his head and touching her lips with his.
All the air sucked from her lungs as he surprised her with the kiss. It wasn’t hungry, and it wasn’t aggressive, and he didn’t even part his lips to pursue deepening the caress, but it still charged through her like a jolt of electricity, his hot breath washing over her cheek as his mouth worked along hers. It still left rampant images of how his sweaty body would feel against hers, how long and hard he would be and how pliantly she could mold around him. It still brought a whimper to the back of her throat.
The moment she reached to satisfy even one of her racing wants, though, Nathan pulled away. His breathing was ragged, his pupils blown with desire, and Remy was transfixed by the sight of his tongue finally darting out to lick across his lower lip, as if chasing the taste of her.
“You win,” she said. “Your bedside manner is definitely better than mine.”
Nathan backed away from the couch and gestured toward the plastic bag. “You can help yourself, if you’re hungry. Get some rest.” Each word carried him further away, until he was nearly out of the room entirely.
Her mouth slanted into a soft smile before she leaned over to retrieve the T-shirt he’d left for her to sleep in. “I think that might actually happen now. Thanks. Again.” By the time she’d pulled the shirt over her head, he was gone.
Chapter Three
Nathan awkwardly stripped off his clothes, desperate to get out of the tight, sweat-soaked pants. His mind was a mess of incoherent thoughts and vivid images of Remy’s nearly naked, ready, willing body, and he could still taste her soft lips, still smell her sweat, her hair.
Nathan stepped into the shower, welcoming the hot frenzy of water against his skin. Basking under the spray for a moment, he reached for the soap with shaking hands, working up a desperate lather. He let the bar
“Thanks.” It was a relief to have one less thing to worry about. And maybe the light of day would reveal everything to be either a figment of her imagination or give her new perspective on this whole time travel business. She waited until he’d reverted his attention back to the last of the bandages before adding, “Something tells me I’m either not going to sleep much, or I’m going to have the dreams of the century. One of the two.”
“For what it’s worth, I doubt I’ll be getting much sleep myself,” Nathan said under his breath.
He pressed the last piece of tape down along the edge of the bandage, his fingers straying to the bordering skin. Remy suppressed the shiver his touch elicited, but hiding her soft gasp was unavoidable.
“Is it tender?” he asked, not pulling his fingers away.
She swallowed. “That’s one word for it.”
Nathan lingered for another moment before breaking the contact. “They weren’t too deep. You should feel better in the morning.” The words sounded forced, like it took great effort for him to speak.
Without the excuse of first aid, she felt more than a little exposed lying on the couch in front of him. Normally, she had no problem with her sexuality, but he’d done nothing more than remain friendly with her, maybe flirt a little back when she’d deliberately baited him. He was being a gentleman, and no matter how attracted she was, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was supposed to do with that.
“What about you?” Swinging her legs over, she sat up on the edge of the couch, reaching out at the same time to skim over a cut on his temple. “You’re not the only one with a bedside manner, you know.”
Touching his forehead, he pushed himself to his feet. “I’m fine, thank you.” After a moment of hesitation, he leaned forward and cupped her cheek. He brushed his thumb across her mouth before dropping his head and touching her lips with his.
All the air sucked from her lungs as he surprised her with the kiss. It wasn’t hungry, and it wasn’t aggressive, and he didn’t even part his lips to pursue deepening the caress, but it still charged through her like a jolt of electricity, his hot breath washing over her cheek as his mouth worked along hers. It still left rampant images of how his sweaty body would feel against hers, how long and hard he would be and how pliantly she could mold around him. It still brought a whimper to the back of her throat.
The moment she reached to satisfy even one of her racing wants, though, Nathan pulled away. His breathing was ragged, his pupils blown with desire, and Remy was transfixed by the sight of his tongue finally darting out to lick across his lower lip, as if chasing the taste of her.
“You win,” she said. “Your bedside manner is definitely better than mine.”
Nathan backed away from the couch and gestured toward the plastic bag. “You can help yourself, if you’re hungry. Get some rest.” Each word carried him further away, until he was nearly out of the room entirely.
Her mouth slanted into a soft smile before she leaned over to retrieve the T-shirt he’d left for her to sleep in. “I think that might actually happen now. Thanks. Again.” By the time she’d pulled the shirt over her head, he was gone.
Chapter Three
Nathan awkwardly stripped off his clothes, desperate to get out of the tight, sweat-soaked pants. His mind was a mess of incoherent thoughts and vivid images of Remy’s nearly naked, ready, willing body, and he could still taste her soft lips, still smell her sweat, her hair.
Nathan stepped into the shower, welcoming the hot frenzy of water against his skin. Basking under the spray for a moment, he reached for the soap with shaking hands, working up a desperate lather. He let the bar
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