Page 61 of Hard to Love
“Then come closer.”
She stepped toward him until she could feel his warm breath at the apex of her thighs. Her legs were caving, doing some shaking-shivering-quivering thing. She’d been with a few men, and quivering had never been in her sexual repertoire, especially not when the man had barely touched her.
But Alex had her in one huge quaking state of anticipation.
He gripped her upper thighs, used his thumbs to part her, and took a long, leisurely lick. And holy of all holies, he did some wicked curl thing at the end that had her clitoris humming. She reached down to stroke herself, needing to curb the intensity of the feeling, but Alex was faster, grabbing her hand and holding it away. “Uh-uh.”
“I need—”
“You said you trusted me.”
“I do, but—”
“Then trust me to know what you need, to take care of you.”
Her legs wobbled from more than arousal now, because Alex’s words sounded like more than a sexual promise.
“Grab the side of the trailer and spread your legs a little wider for me.”
He didn’t release her hand until she was bending forward to grasp the mesh metal that bordered three sides of the trailer.
And oh God, he moved in and put his mouth on her. Heworked her over—lips, teeth, tongue. He left no territory unexplored, untouched, un-Alexed. Now, her clitoris was no longer humming, it was screeching out a down-and-dirty heavy metal song.
What had she gotten herself into? She’d wanted to undress Alex, get inside him—body, brain, soul. But he’d somehow turned the tables and had her completely exposed in the middle of a pasture, pressing herself against his face without a smidgen of shame.
The tongue curl again. “You—” she panted, “—you should patent that.”
His low laugh vibrated against her already vibrating parts. His tongue flicked against her again, and her hips pumped forward. He pulled away enough to say, “Can you imagine what the technical drawings would look like?”
“Women all over the world would wait in line to get a glimpse of them.”
“What if we added this to the process?” Alex surrounded her clitoris with his lips and traced the opening to her body with his fingers. Then he pushed them inside her and sucked hard.
Greer’s brain exploded. That was really the only way to describe the black hole and zigzagging stars detonating in her head. It all went antigravity and swirling in there as she pressed against his mouth and shuddered through the most profound orgasm of her life.
This time, she couldn’t shore up her knees. They simply gave up the fight and folded.
Thank God Alex had the presence of mind to catch her by the ass and gently lower her to sprawl against him. Greer dropped her head onto his shoulder and breathed in his leather scent, intensified by the thin layer of sweat on his skin.
He ran a hand down her spine, its rough texture setting off a tingling under her skin and tightening her already hard nipples. “You okay?”
“I think,” she huffed, “I blacked out for a second.”
He pulled her back to study her face. “Are you serious?”
“Either that or I hit outer space.”
“Definitely applying for a process patent first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Only problem with that is you’re probably the only man alive who could perform it, and I’m not sharing you.”
Alex’s body stilled, and Greer squeezed her eyes tight. This was a man a woman shouldn’t try to cage in. Especially when everything still felt so damn tenuous between them.
“I mean—”
He cut her off by putting his mouth on hers and kissing away her words. Rather than the sort of controlled tension he’d shown so far, the thrust of his tongue and nip of his teeth were completely undomesticated.
All of Greer’s formerly sated body parts jumped to their feet to engage in a slick, sliding dirty-girl dance.
