Page 62 of Hard to Love
Alex’s hands were all over her—in her hair, squeezing her ass, stroking her waist, cupping her breasts. She covered her hands with his to keep them in place, and he lightly pinched her nipples. Her hips got in on the action and she scooted flush against his erection, rubbing her already sensitized parts against all that delicious hardness.
He jerked away from the kiss, his breathing chuffing in and out. “Goddammit. My pants.”
Greer leaned over and back to scrabble at his jeans lying in a heap. She caught the hem, fumbled, grabbed for them again. She snatched them toward her, and theyperformed a little whiplash move, almost decapitating Alex.
“Oh, God. I’m sorry.”
“I’ve had it rough a few times,” he pulled a battered wallet from his pants and then a couple of condoms that looked recently bought, “but I’ve never been beaten with my own clothes.”
Somehow, Greer knew that his rough times didn’t just refer to his past sexual exploits. He’d had it rough in other ways he wasn’t yet sharing with her.
He quickly spread out his shirt and shifted onto it, then rolled on protection with a teeth-baring grimace. He gripped her hips and lifted her to her knees. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”
“Um…since we kissed the first time?”
“No, since I heard your sweet bend-me-over-a-table-and-fuck-me-hard voice over the phone that morning my car broke down. Let me in, Greer.”
Her breath caught in her chest at his admission. That had to mean something, didn’t it? That immediate connection between them. She opened and led him inside her body, the most immediate, most visceral, most elemental connection between a woman and a man.
Alex gripped her hips, held her tight against his body, both of them barely breathing at the feel of skin on skin, at the feel of vulnerable intimacy. Finally, Greer began to move, a slow, easy up and down slide. Each time he filled her again, her body trembled with the power of it.
But it was her heart that he shook most.
When he wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace and took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss, she tumbled—mind and soul over body. It felt like the slow climb up a hill only to find there was one—steep—way down. But the scenery was worth the fall.
A sweet pressure built inside her as she rocked against Alex’s muscled body, a gradual twining of physical sensations and emotional connection.
He broke their kiss to smooth his lips along her jaw and down her neck. “Lean back.” His voice was low but encouraged no argument.
Grasping his shoulders, Greer arched away but wrapped her legs around his hips to deepen their connection.Umm…so good.When he put his lips on her breast, sucked a nipple into his mouth, the connection sparked and caught fire.
This was no weenie roast. It was a homecoming bonfire. Doused in jet fuel.
Every muscle in her body clenched, including the one between her legs. Alex grunted in response.
“I…God…I…” Her ability to form even a two-word sentence was beyond her mental capacity while he was touching her this way. She increased the tempo of her hips. Just a few more thrusts and she could—
Alex scraped his teeth across the tip of her breast and raised his head. His eyes were as dark as a forest at midnight. He held the back of her head so she couldn’t avoid his scrutiny. It was as if he was a predatory animal mesmerizing his prey.
Come to me and I promise you’ll love everything I do to you, even when I swallow you whole.
“What do you want?” he rasped out.
“You.”
“This?” He jerked his hips upward, filling her with subdued violence.
“You.”
“This?” He kissed her again, a kiss filled with what felt like wildness and desperation.
“You.”
“This?” He thrust his hand between their bodies, finding her clitoris and playing it.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.She was walking a tightrope of pleasure. So close to tumbling off. With or without a safety net.
“You.” She pressed her palm to his heart and watched his eyes go blind as she took them both over with her orgasm.
