Page 57 of Hard to Love
Gripping one curvy hip, Alex covered her, but all that smooth skin and supple muscle beneath him exploded into motion.Thump.Alex was once again on his back with the stars blinking down on him. But this time, Greer straddled his chest, using her thighs to pin his arms against his sides.
“What the hell was that for?” Because if she was able to move like that, she hadn’t been nearly as involved with his lips as he’d been with hers.
“Ever heard that saying ‘Begin as you mean to go on?’”
“A time or two.” He tried to twist his arms to cup her butt, but she apparently had bionic inner thighs, tightening them around him.
“I have a feeling if I let you have the upper hand tonight, I’ll never get it back.”
Alex forced back the smile that hovered at his lips. Just a few weeks and she already understood him. More than he could say for any other woman he’d had in his bed. Others started out fascinated by his body, then they became determined to get all the way in his head. But what they really wanted was to fix him. “I’m all yours.”
Her eyes went soft and dark. God, she really was beautiful. His mamá would love her.
Jesus, and what a thing to think of when he was about to fuck a woman. If he’d had a good bar of histía’slye soap, he would’ve washed out his brain.
“I like the sound of that,” Greer said, low and husky and so damn sexy, all the blood in Alex’s body did a one-eighty and drag-raced to his dick. She sat back a little, but not enough to allow his hands freedom. What it did was allow her access to his top few shirt buttons.
Flick.
First one down.
Alex hadn’t taken the time earlier to pull on a T-shirt in deference to the heat and the need to get his ass in gear. So his open shirt collar now exposed a small vee of his skin. Greer ran her fingertips over the hollow of his throat, lingering over his banging pulse.
“Your skin is so pretty,” she said.
“Guys aren’t pretty.” His skin was too tatted up to be pretty, but hers was a different story. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get his hands on her.
Flick.
Another one open. Greer eased his shirt wider, traced a path to his sternum.
“Remember, people will start showing up again at six tomorrow morning,” he said.
She glanced up at his face, her expression a little coy. “Are you worried I’ll keep you up all night?”
“Just thinking of all we can accomplish in seven hours. But if that’s your top speed, we won’t make it through half of them.”
“There’s no reason to rush this. It won’t be our last time. But two people only get one first time.”
Her soft words and gentle smile speared him mid-chest. Only one first time. Only one chance for a new beginning. Is that what he could have with Greer—a new start in his life?
After almost ten years, maybe Tejanos Pintados didn’tgive a shit about him anymore. Could it be that easy, to keep his mamá and younger brother safe in Georgia and live a quiet little life here in Prophecy? He relaxed against the wood beneath him, let all the tension drain from his muscles. If he even wanted to consider trying to make a new start with his work, and possibly this woman, he had to let down his guard a little.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
Greer parted his shirt to the waist, exposing his nipples and the designs over his left pectoral, and Alex sucked in his breath. Rather than home in on his tats, she circled his other nipple, coaxing it to tightness. God, he wanted to rip off her T-shirt and get his hands on her breasts. “I need my hands.”
Another circle and tweak of his nipple, and his hips bucked. “Why?”
“Because I want to touch you.”
“I’m busy.”
Yeah, well he wanted to get busy on her.
She abandoned his chest to the warm night air and cradled his face, met his gaze. “Let me see you, Alex. Really see you.”
She might as well have thrust her hands inside his chest and cracked open his breastbone. Did she have any idea what she was asking for? “You don’t want to see me. Because you won’t find pretty yellows and pinks. What’s inside there, it’s gray and dingy.”
