Page 84 of Hard to Love
Chapter Twenty-Three
She could feel Alex smile against her skin. Smug ass. But that sure wouldn’t keep her from enjoying what he was doing to her body.
It was obvious he was in no rush. And although her body was craving his, she didn’t want to hurry this night either. Something told her that would shatter the bubble of trust surrounding them. It was that bubble, that hazy, lovely feeling that had compelled her to admit her feelings.
Besides, she wasn’t a liar. And keeping it inside any longer felt like a lie.
She didn’t want her relationship with this man built on anything but truth.
While he played and nipped at one breast, he cupped the other in his palm, teasing her nipple with a calloused thumb. Greer let her eyes drift closed so she could savor the sensations of his skin, his mouth moving over her. For such a harsh-looking man, he was proving he knew how to be a gentle lover. She already knew he could be intense, demanding. But this gentleness? It meant he felt something powerful for her too even if he wasn’t yet willing to admit it.
“I love your body,” he said, and skimmed his lips from her breastbone to her stomach, pausing at her belly button to nip at it.
It wasn’t a profession of love for her, but it was something. “My body’s pretty fond of you too.”
He cradled her hips in his solid, workingman hands and pressed a reverent kiss to her bikini line. “Open for me.”
God, she already was. She’d pretty much rolled over and presented him with her emotional belly. But she eased her legs apart, letting him in.
Alex spent forever drawing swirly designs on her hipbones, so long that she finally squeezed him with her knees. “Last time I checked, that wasn’t my main erogenous zone.”
“I like this part of you,” he said. “You have real woman hips.” He slid his hands under her butt and squeezed. “A bodacious butt.”
“Is that a euphemism forfat ass?”
“It means I want to see it in the air sometime when I slide inside you.”
Well, if every nerve between her legs wasn’t already restlessly anticipating a fiesta with Alex’s mouth, that little 411 would’ve sent them running for the crepe paper and a piñata.
But rather than flipping her to her stomach, Alex used his leverage to tilt up her hips and let out a satisfied humming noise. Greer wasn’t a full-wax girl, tending more toward theau naturalelook. Apparently, he approved.
“Bonita,” he said.Pretty.The he curled his tongue around her clitoris.
All the bones in Greer’s legs melted like glass in a furnace. Pliable and open to however Alex might want to reshape them.
As he’d done all night, Alex took his time. Tortured her with languid, sweeping strokes of his tongue as if he wanted to learn every tiny bit of sensitive skin. Greerwrapped her hands around the metal bed frame and simply hung on.
His unhurried exploration had her hovering on the edge of orgasm, but every time she tightened her thighs around Alex in anticipation of the pleasure, he backed off, changed his strokes. Anything to pull her back from what she wanted.
A few men she’d been with over the years acted as if giving oral sex was a hoop they had to jump through before getting to the good stuff. Not Alex. And as sweet as that was, she was about to come out of her skin at his teasing. She couldn’t even tug on his hair to encourage him to move faster.
“Alex,” she said, rubbing the inked armor on his shoulder.
“Mm?” Damn man never looked up, never missed a stroke. In fact he did a little tongue parry that had Greer forgetting her name for a second.
“Tell me,” she eventually continued, “did you pack an overnight bag or a moving truck?”
Finally, he lifted his head, a preoccupied expression on his face. “What?”
“Because I’m pretty sure you’ve moved in down there.”
That was awarded with an eyebrow lift. “Are you trying to tell me you’re bored?”
“No, I’m dying of terminal turned-on-ness.”
He laughed. “Even I know that’s not a word.” A flash of white teeth in his darker face and he ducked his head again. “But I’ll see what I can do.”
Then he went to work on her clitoris with his tongue with a speed and single-mindedness that secured Greer’s Promise Keeper XL a place in the trash can.
