“If I snore, turn me on my stomach.” Dallas’s sweetly whispered breath tickled Greer’s ear.
“You stay just like this, and we’ll be good. You good?” Greer asked. He ran his palms the length of Dallas’s back, down to the curve of his ass, massaging and caressing as he went. His sated dick showed another side to this situation. Greer just wanted to be inside this man’s arms for nothing more than the comfort Dallas brought.
“I’m not sore.” Dallas’s sweet lips pressed against Greer’s jaw.
“Good. I don’t want you to be,” Greer whispered, sweeping his palm back up Dallas’s muscular back, breathing in the scent of his citrusy shampoo in Dallas’s hair. He had loved sharing a shower with Dallas. “Tomorrow, I want you to fuck me. Promise me.” Greer’s answer came by way of those full lips kissing his ear.
Seconds later, Dallas lifted that handsome head, eyeing Greer closely, gauging the answer for himself before he ever asked. “Are you comfortable?”
“Never more. Are you?” Greer asked.
“Yeah,” Dallas answered. Greer wished for a glimmer of light to better see the green in those eyes now staring down at him. “I haven’t slept with anyone before. Am I doing it wrong?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t either. I think we’re doing it right. It feels right.” Greer tilted his chin up, puckering. Dallas obliged, sweetly kissing him with a soft, lingering press of the lips.
“You don’t have anyone special in your life, right?” Dallas asked. He could see Dallas’s insecurity in the tilt of his head and the firm set of his jaw. He stared directly at Greer, not hiding from the answer.
Straight away Greer started shaking his head. Another sincere truth tumbled from his lips. Dallas was magic in the way he ushered Greer’s hidden truths out. “No, I never have.”
“I don’t have anyone special either…if you wanted to know.” Appeased, Dallas lowered his head back to the pillow, so close he nuzzled his nose against Greer’s hair, breathing deeply.
Well hell, his heart loved that move.
“I already knew you didn’t. You wouldn’t be here with me if you did. You’re not that kind of man. I like you here, Dallas.”
Dallas’s scent, the reverence of his sweeping touch, his calmness, told Greer by every breath he took that he wanted to be right there with him. Yeah, this was right, and Greer closed his eyes, sleep starting to seep in around the edges.
“No matter what happens from here, this was right for me.” Dallas’s husky, tired voice whispered the sweetest of words he’d ever heard. All those foreign binding feelings wanted Greer to admit how badly he’d already fallen, but he held off. They had tomorrow and the many more tomorrows to come. He didn’t have to rush them.
“Me too. I think you’re my missing piece,” Greer whispered. His roaming hand lowered to Dallas’s lower back, the other hooking around Dallas’s knee, keeping him right there. “Go to sleep.” Greer took a deep breath and welcomed sleep with Dallas’s lips pressed against his hair.
Chapter 20
With a tight grip on the doorknob, and as quietly as he’d ever moved in his life, Greer shut the bedroom door slowly behind him, letting the latch click in place. He listened with his ear stuck to the door for several long seconds, hearing nothing more than the heavy even breaths of Dallas’s deep sleeping. Last night, or early this morning, when Greer had talked fast and furious, saying anything to get Dallas to stay the night, he had promised his trainer a home-cooked breakfast. He intended to keep his promise.
Greer padded through the house, the sunny day bleeding through every open window, warming his path, drawing his eye outside. The day held promise, making everything a little more dazzling than normal. Full of vivid hope, fine-tuning all his senses.
If he had time, Greer would plant himself on the back porch among the early seasonal blooms and fresh, spring breeze and meditate. It seemed the perfect day for deep reflection to help push away the bedlam that had become his life and allow all these sexy-trainer good-vibes to help heal his battered soul. But that would have to come in time. Right now, his priorities required clothes. He hadn’t grabbed any to wear before he’d left the bedroom.
The residual warmth of Dallas’s big body staying glued to his throughout the night had proved to be a bit of a brain buster. How he still felt Dallas’s smooth skin touching his was a testament to the last hour as he’d lain there, memorizing the way his nerve-endings ignited with every brush of Dallas’s sleeping body against his.
He hadn’t shared just a bed with Dallas, but also a pillow. What a fascinating mind-fuck that had been. Just the thought of Dallas’s sweet breath, puffing across his face made the tingles ignite all over again. Yeah, Greer had it bad for Dallas. And by bad, he meant, head over heels with the idea of getting to know every facet of that engaging man still sleeping a few feet away.