Page 60 of Hard to Love
“Because they’re meant to be worn. Yes, they’re art, but not some rare piece to hide behind glass and ropes and guards. In fact, they have no power if you never put them on.”
Part of her wanted to push, wanted to kneel down beside him and somehow pour her own belief inside him. But that would only drive him away, so she dug into her pocket and produced a clip. Wound it into her mass of hairto control it.
“Don’t,” he said. “I like it loose.” The smile that crossed Alex’s face was so open, so sweet she would’ve done anything for him in that moment.
“It has a life of its own. Hell, it has its own address.” But she dropped the hair tie at her feet.
Now his smile heated into something dark and primitive and possessive. Little prickles ran over Greer’s body at the sight.
So she unzipped her jeans, wiggled her hips, and pushed the fabric around her ankles. In response, Alex spread his feet wide and leaned back on his palms, once again opening his body to her. His erection, lying hard and close to his stomach, said he liked what he was seeing. Her heart was thudding so hard, pulling in a decent breath became a challenge.
Her underwear wasn’t a testament to a pricey lingerie chain, but it matched. Somehow, pink and green floral cotton didn’t seem like it was Alex’s speed, but the way his intent gaze roamed over her, he was a fan.
Greer breathed through the flutters in her stomach, reached between her breasts and unhooked her bra. This was always a leap of faith for her. She’d been “blessed” with a much bigger woman’s breasts.
Alex didn’t move, but his fingers were digging into the trailer bed.
Without really thinking about her actions, Greer rubbed at the spot under her breasts irritated by the elastic band, effectively lifting them and creating a skin magazine-worthy cleavage. Hmm…now even Alex’s handsome toes were curling. He was obviously a boob man.
She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, paused.
“If you stop now, I will cash it in right here on this trailer. How do you feel about your artists stumbling across a dead guy with a boner from hell?”
“Is that even possible?”
He reached between his legs and fisted his penis. “Pretty sure this is all the blood in my body.”
The sight of him holding himself, absentmindedly stroking up and down, sent buzzing shocks through Greer’s body. And they all shot directly between her legs to set off a damp ache. She pushed down the scrap of cotton and kicked it aside.
“Turn around,” Alex demanded.
She did as he asked, the night air sweeping her body, electrifying her skin and hardening her already tight nipples.
“You have dimples in your ass.”
She looked over her shoulder and shot him a cheeky smile. “So I’ve been told.”
“Come here,” His words were deep, dark, demanding.
Her thighs went loose, and she rubbed them together, trying to satisfy that edgy feeling building inside her. In a fluid move, he grabbed her hand and reeled her toward him, holding a hip to spin her around.
Then, as light as a butterfly landing on honeysuckle, Alex kissed the dimple on her right butt cheek. His warm breath skimmed across the divide between, and he kissed the other dimple, touching it ever so lightly with his tongue.
Her knees went loosey-goosey.
A simple touch by a less than simple man.
“Turn around,” he said, grabbing her above the knee and placing her foot on the other side of his legs as she turned to face him.
“I need to sit down. I’m standing here—”
“Naked?”
Oh, so naked and her legs spread so wide that he was on level with all her achy parts.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
