Touching Silver (14 page)

“That’s it,” he breathed. “God, let me feel you come, please, sweetheart, please.”

She bucked against him, clenching around his tongue once more before freezing above him, her body quivering. She took a deep breath, and it erupted from her in a shout as her juices filled his mouth and her flesh trembled against his lips. Her muscles unlocked and she rocked her hips again, building more and more friction until another shout tore from her throat, his name echoing against the walls. She fell forward, bracing herself on the headboard. He released her thighs and she lifted herself, allowing him to slide from beneath her.

Isaac twisted to get on his knees behind her, folding his arms around her body. He tweaked a hard nipple as he raked his teeth up her sweat-damp neck, ending at her ear. “I love the way you taste.”

Turning her head, she smiled at him, her hand going to the back of his neck. “Good,” she said between breaths, “because we will be doing that again.”

“That…” he traced the shell of her ear, “…and this.” he ground his erection against her ass, both of them moaning at the contact “and anything else you want.”

She leaned over and fumbled for the top drawer of the nightstand. She pulled it open without looking at it, her hand immediately returning to the headboard, as if she’d fall if she didn’t support her weight. “There are condoms…in there.”

His mouth slanted, and he let go of her waist to reach behind and pull his wallet out of his back pocket. “There are some in there too.” He tossed it onto the pillow. “There’s breaking rules, and then there’s being a complete idiot.” He bowed his head to nibble at her shoulder. “I’m not an idiot.”

“No, you’re not.” She scooped up the wallet, opened it and pulled out a condom. He continued to nibble and lick along her shoulder, loath to take his mouth away from her. She tore through the cellophane wrapper with steady fingers, but when she reached back to pass it to him, he noticed her hand shake slightly.

Isaac caressed the side of her hand, emboldened by the knowledge that this—this desire, this overwhelming need—wasn’t just him. With his other, he opened his jeans, reaching inside his boxers to fist his aching cock.

“At least it means we’re not making a mad dash to the drug store after the first time.” Tilting his cock, he dragged the head down the crack of her ass, shuddering at the sensation of her silk across the sensitive tip. His teeth sank into her neck and she cried out, her back automatically arching until her ass pressed into his shaft. “I don’t want to wait any longer.” He plucked the condom from between her fingers. “I don’t think I can.”

“No, no waiting,” she agreed. Isaac sat back on his heels, pulling the rubber out of its wrapper. She pushed her bikinis down to her knees as he unrolled the condom down his length. He slid a finger down her ass and between her legs, finding her slick opening. Olivia shuddered at the contact, pushing back against his hand. “Please…Isaac…”

There was no need to wait. He was ready, she was wet, and they were both desperate to feel even more of the other. Gripping her hips, he kept her still as he angled his cock, sliding between her legs and then between her outer lips to graze across her clit. The shudder that wracked through Olivia echoed into him, and he bent further at the knees. With one smooth motion, he sheathed himself in her tight channel, only stopping when he felt her ass against the base of his cock.

“Oh.” It was just a whisper of sound from her throat, but it seemed thick with relief and desire. She straightened and swayed back against him, but he put his hand flat against her back and pushed forward until she bent at the waist. He began with a long, slow stroke, but she clenched around his cock, and the fire burning just below his skin demanded more.

He needed more hands. He didn’t want to relinquish his hold on her hips, to pull and push at her body until the sound of their sweaty skin slapping against each other filled the room. And he didn’t want to stop stroking the muscles of her back, feeling them twitch and spasm against his palm as her breathy panting joined the music of their flesh. But he also wanted to reach around and find her clit, or her nipple, or both, and pinch and pull to overload her with sensation.

Next time. We’ve got all night.
He thrust harder when her knee slipped a little on the bed, changing their angle.
And tomorrow night. And the night after that.

Olivia moaned and yelped with each hard thrust, but as he moved faster, the sound seemed to lodge in her throat. She released the headboard and slid her hand between her thighs. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he felt it when she pressed her finger against her clit. She clenched so tightly around him, he almost went cross-eyed.

It only took another stroke for him to feel his balls tighten, for that familiar curl of fire to spread through his groin, radiate out to his skin and make him shout out as he came. It might have been her name, it might have been nonsense. It didn’t matter. The moment stretched, bubbled and boiled and burned, and all Isaac knew was Olivia, the silk of her skin beneath his hands, and the sound of her voice as it filled him up.

He waited until his muscles stopped trembling and the aftershocks stopped rolling down his spine before slowly pulling away from her. He pushed himself off the bed, standing on weak legs to peel the condom from his cock and kick off the rest of his clothes.

Olivia stretched out on the mattress, rolling onto her back. Her cheeks were flushed, her smile satisfied. “That was worth throwing the rules out.”

He crawled back onto the bed, stretching along her length and propping himself up on his knuckles to look down at her. “You tell me what rules to follow and I’ll be there. Anything you want.” He skimmed his mouth over hers, chasing after the small bead of sweat that had collected at the corner. “Anything.”

Olivia ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. “You know, I’ve heard that before, after sex. But you really mean it, don’t you?”

Isaac only matched her smile and kissed her again. He meant it. By the end of the night, he was determined she wouldn’t feel the need to question it. By the end of the night, he was determined she’d understand he knew there was a time and place for everything, whether it was work, fun, or something deeper than both.

He meant it. He meant more. She would know that too.

Olivia braced herself against Isaac’s shoulders, her nails digging into his firm skin. The new angle drove him against her G-spot. He tensed beneath her, and she knew he wanted to move faster, but she wouldn’t let him. She kept each stroke slow and measured, though it took every ounce of her self-control. She felt tender and sensitive, and each thrust created a sharp friction that electrified her muscles. It was almost—but not quite—too much for her to tolerate.

Their gazes met, and her image reflected back from his brown depths. She rocked away, letting him fill her completely. Before she could move again, he pinched her clit lightly between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped, all thoughts of control fleeing as he shifted his hips, pulling away from her and then slamming forward. He pistoned his hips, thrusting into her quickly until she arched her back and moaned his name. Was it her sixth orgasm? Her seventh for the night? Olivia had lost track. She only knew her muscles were watery, her lungs burned, and her throat was sore. And she felt fucking fantastic.

She collapsed on his chest, exhaustion clouding her brain. She hoped Isaac was comfortable, because she didn’t intend to move. Ever. She just wanted to lay on his slick chest and listen to his heartbeat as it slowed, and let his steady breathing lull her. When he ran his hands down her back, she sighed softly. She opened her mouth to tell him how amazing he was, but the phone interrupted her.

His, not hers.

“You are not answering that.”

“Hadn’t planned on it.” His mouth grazed over her temple. “That requires moving.”

“Good.” After a few seconds, the bedroom was silent again. She closed her eyes, unable to hold back her content smile. Sleeping in Isaac’s arms the night before had been surprisingly nice, but this was so much better. The phone burst into life again as she drifted into sleep. “Who is calling at you three in the morning?”

“Nobody ever calls me at this hour, except…” His voice trailed off as his eyes opened to meet her exasperated gaze. “It’s gotta be Nathan. I should probably get it.”

She sighed, but she didn’t move. “Do you have to? Can’t he just leave a message like a normal person?”

The corner of his mouth lifted, and he buried his face in her neck. “Okay. This time, we’ll be normal people. Go back to sleep.”

Olivia closed her eyes once the phone stopped again, but she didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before the phone started ringing a third time. “He is not going to give up, is he?” With an annoyed sigh, she rolled away from him. “Tell him to call you back.”

Isaac leaned to the side and stretched over the edge of the bed in order to retrieve his jeans. Coins jingled in his pocket as he pulled out the phone, but he didn’t straighten back up as he answered it.

“Call me back tomorrow,” he barked without a normal greeting. She waited for him to drop the phone, but the silence went on far too long, ending with, “Oh. I didn’t think about that. Sorry.” Pulling the phone away from his ear, he glanced back at her, but she knew what he was going to say even before he opened his mouth. “I’m just going to take this really quick. He’s freaked out because I didn’t answer the phone. He thought something had happened to me.”

Olivia nodded and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Hurry,” she murmured, before pushing herself off the bed. She didn’t need to listen to the conversation, and she couldn’t really blame Nathan for being
freaked out
. It had been all too easy for her to forget about Gabriel, and whoever was stalking Isaac. If she had been thinking clearly, she would have handed the phone to Isaac herself.

She pulled a robe on and slipped out of the room to check on Tiberius. She opened the door a sliver and looked in on him. If they’d disturbed him with all their noise, he didn’t let on. Tiberius looked up at her with big brown eyes, blinked and then buried his muzzle between his paws.

Shutting the door, she padded into the kitchen. She was parched. And now that she was awake, hungry. She grabbed leftovers from the fridge and two beers, figuring Isaac might want something too. She thought she gave him enough time to tell Nathan he wasn’t, in fact, dead, but when she returned to the bedroom, Isaac was still on the phone.

“No, no, that’s good. If he needs eight girls, then we’re safe. He’s only got six. That gives us breathing room.” He saw her hovering in the doorway and waved her in. “Olivia’s back. Hang on.” He held the phone out to her. “Nathan wants to talk to you.”

Olivia frowned. “What does he want to talk to me about?”

“I told him what happened to you. With the coin and your vision quest. He wants to ask you a few questions.”

She was almost tempted to tell Nathan she’d call him back. Isaac might not mind chatting in the middle of the night, but her brain was mush, and she just wanted to crawl back into bed. But this was important. She deposited the food and the beer on the bed, freeing her hand.

“As long as he knows I’m not thinking clearly right now.”

Isaac put the phone back to his ear. “Did you hear that? She’s still glowing, so don’t expect genius here.”

Olivia took the phone and pushed a bottle of beer into his hand. “I like you better when your mouth is full.” He only smirked and popped the top off. “How’s Argentina?”

“Hot. Isaac told me about the coin. But he wasn’t too good in the way of details. Can you tell me what you saw?”

Perched on the edge of the bed, she started her story. She decided to tell him about both visions, hoping it would result in fewer questions so she could get off the phone faster. She didn’t leave a single detail out—the sounds, the way the girls had smiled, the heat of the jungle. He listened without interrupting until she mentioned Remy disappearing.

“Where did she go?” Nathan demanded.

“I don’t know. She was just…gone.”

“Did somebody hurt her?”

“No. I didn’t see anybody. But that was the end of the first vision. She was just…gone.”

Nathan was silent for a long time. “Maybe you were seeing events that already happened.”

“Maybe.” She was suddenly sorry she told him anything at all. “Did you already visit the temple?”

“No. We haven’t seen any temples.”

“It’s right there in the middle of the jungle. And it’s big. You can’t miss it if you see it.” Olivia paused. “I think the markings on the entrance are the same as on the coin, but I’m not sure. I don’t recognize them.”

“Did she go into the temple?”

“I…I don’t know. She was walking toward it, but then everything went black. Nathan, I’m sure that it didn’t really mean anything. I mean, I’m no psychic. Or it could be one of those visions full of symbolism. Aren’t visions and dreams supposed to be a bit surreal?”

“I don’t think I like any of the possible meanings behind Remy suddenly disappearing.”

Olivia looked over to Isaac. He was listening intently to her side of the conversation, but from the look on his face, he knew exactly what Nathan was thinking. Nathan was scared and Isaac was worried about him.

“No, I guess not.”

“Don’t touch the coin again if you can help it. We don’t know what it’s capable of, and I don’t want you to get hurt or…”

“Disappear into thin air?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think I would?”

Isaac sat up, his eyes questioning. She held up her hand.
Don’t worry
.

“I have no idea. But we don’t want to risk it, do we? Speaking of risks…”

“What?”

“Has anything else happened to Isaac? No more dead animals or pictures or anything?”

“No, not today.”

“It’s not Gabriel.”

Olivia took a deep breath. “No, I didn’t think it was. It’s not his style. Do you have any idea of who it could be?”

“No. I wish I could give you a lead to follow, but I’ve been a bit busy. Remy’s been…well, she’s worried about those girls. But I know it’s not Gabriel.”

“I’m hoping to have something back from forensics soon, though I know it’s a long shot. But I’m taking this seriously, even if Isaac isn’t.”

Isaac rolled his eyes.
It’s Gabriel
, he mouthed.

“Sometimes Isaac only sees what he wants to see.” Nathan sounded tired. “Don’t let him get himself killed, please. Usually it’s my responsibility to make sure nobody guns him down, but I guess you’ve got to take care of that while I’m gone.”

“Oh? Does he regularly have people gunning for him?”

“Yes. Believe it or not, Isaac can be rather difficult to get along with.”

Olivia smiled. “I hadn’t noticed. I was going to start looking over his old cases. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just somebody with a grudge.”

“We’re coming back soon. If you don’t have anything by then, I’ll be more than happy to help.”

Olivia thought about spending time with Nathan and getting to know him better. She wanted to know him better. She wanted to know everything Isaac loved. “I might need it. Somebody with a grudge doesn’t exactly narrow things down.”

Nathan laughed. “I’ve got to go before my card runs out of time. Please don’t keep him from answering the phone next time. He about gave me a bloody heart attack.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Bye.”

“Adios.”

She disconnected the call and handed the phone back to Isaac. “Well, I think we’ve managed to ruin Nathan’s morning.”

Instead of tossing it back onto his jeans, he set it on the nightstand, taking another swig of the beer. “I wasn’t even thinking about the Gabriel stuff,” he admitted. “And Nathan always assumes the worst. I broke one of my biggest rules, ignoring his call.”

“Perhaps that’s not a rule we’ll break in the future then.” She opened a Styrofoam box to pick at its contents. “So do you never ignore calls in general, or just never ignore calls from Nathan?”

“Truth?” He laid back against the pillows, his hand pulling at her robe to expose her bare thigh to his touch. “The only calls I get are from Nathan or work, so it’s usually in my best interest to answer. And I don’t usually have such nice diversions to give me better options than doing that.”

Olivia didn’t want to pry too deeply into his life, but she was curious. She knew he was more or less married to his job and his social life was lacking, but he didn’t have any other friends? Or a family? Was Nathan the only friend he had?

“No family to call you at inconvenient times?”

He shrugged, but the ducking of his eyes said more than his casual answer. “We’ve got a longstanding agreement. They don’t bug me, I don’t bug them. It works for us.”

Olivia gestured at the food, her appetite gone. “Do you want any of this?” He shook his head, and she cleared it away, setting it on the floor to be thrown out later. She straddled his lap, her nipple sliding against his chest as her robe fell open. “Well, I hope Nathan will be okay. He sounded…not happy when I told him about my dream. Or whatever it was.”

His large hand caressed the underside of her breast, a lazy back and forth of his knuckles that never strayed higher. “He loves Remy. He doesn’t want anything to happen to her.”

What must it be like to love somebody with a story as wild as Remy’s? She did believe it, but would she be able to live like that, knowing the very forces that brought Remy back in time could send her flying away again? Did Nathan have that hanging over his head every day?

“It must not be easy to love somebody like that.”

Isaac shook his head. “No, for Nathan, loving somebody is the easy part. It’s the letting go that’s so tough.”

She ran her thumb over his lips. “What’s the easy part for you?”

“Holding on once I’ve found someone. It’s the finding someone I trust that usually fucks me up.”

If Olivia hadn’t already been very aware she was falling hard for this man, she would have been surprised by the surge of warmth that filled her. She used her tongue to follow the path she took with her thumb over his lips, and he buried his hand in her hair, pulling her into a deeper kiss. She sighed into his mouth and closed her eyes. Had she ever known anybody who could kiss like Isaac?

His arms wrapped around her, rolling Olivia onto her side. “Know what I’m looking forward to tomorrow?”

She grinned. “Breakfast?”

He snorted in amusement. “Waking up with you. You’re very wake up to-able.”

“So are you.” She pulled him into another kiss. He fit so well against her body, in her bed. And in her life. It was good he was happy to be there, because she was already looking forward to the next night, and the night after that, and the one after that.

Isaac swallowed the scalding coffee in two gulps, ignoring the way it burned the back of his tongue. Caffeine was more important since he had slept in. Again. For the second morning in a row. Except this time he and Olivia hadn’t woken up until nearly eight-fifteen, forcing them to have to battle rush hour traffic in order to get to the station by nine.

They raced through their disparate routines, circling each other with an unexpected ease to get ready as efficiently as possible. There wasn’t even time to appreciate those seconds between dreams and waking, with her form warm and heavy against him, where all he could feel and smell and hear were the rhythms of her body. He put the coffee on while she ducked into a quick shower. Then she took care of Tiberius for the day while Isaac ran his head under the tap and threw on his clothes.

He stuffed his pockets with his badge and phone by eight-forty, watching Olivia put the finishing touches on her make-up in the mirror.

“So do you want to meet up after work? Because until you give me a key…”

“Yeah. I should be done by dinner.” She dropped her lipstick in the top drawer of the vanity and turned to face him. “I’ve got some work to do on a case not involving Gabriel today.”

“That makes two of us.”

She followed him out to the living room where Tiberius waited, watching them with his tail thumping against the floor. Isaac gave him a distracted scratch behind his ears as he passed and slipped on his sunglasses before opening the front door.

“I’ll call you. We’ll figure out…”

His voice trailed off. The sight of his car in the driveway drove him to a halt.

“Hey, if you don’t shut this door, Tiberius will make a break for it.” Olivia gave him a gentle shove.