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Hard to Resist
Greer
Iwake up after a dreamless slumber. It must still be early because it’s barely light outside, judging by the faint light coming into the room from my window—or at least from what I can see over the muscular shoulder I used as a pillow.
Hold on a second. Someone’s in bed with me.
Last night’s events come rushing back as I’m finally completely awake—the surfing lesson with Brady, and the hot tub in the unused gym by the main building.
Mom and Tristan almost busting us, right when I thought maybe Brady would kiss me again.
Mom and Tristan.
Just the thought of what I saw last night makes my stomach roil with nausea. I probably have to thank the fact that Brady stayed with me for not having nightmares of Mom being bent over a workout bench and Tristan behind her.
I close my eyes, but now that image seems to be branded on the insides of my eyelids, and I have to open my eyes again or I’ll be sick all over Brady.
I slept with my face against his shoulder, so I check for drool. I’d die of embarrassment if I drooled all over his shirt in my sleep.
Thankfully his white T-shirt is dry, so I relax and set my head back onto his sleeping form.
Brady smells different this morning. There’s no hint of his usual sunscreen and the slightly salty scent of the ocean that never seems to leave his skin completely. I think he must have used my shower gel last night, but even with my almond and lilies soap, he smells divine. There’s something unique in the scent of his skin that makes me want to lick him, and I immediately hate the fact that there are a lot of layers of clothing between us.
The fact that Brady insisted I put on his hoodie and he wore a shirt to bed should make me sad, like he isn’t attracted to me so he made sure that sharing a bed stayed completely PG.
But I think that in reality, it means just the opposite. I think I’m not the only one feeling this pull, this strong attraction between us, but he’s scared to do anything that could really jeopardize his job at the resort.
And yet, he stayed with me all night. He saw how upset I was after seeing my mom with Tristan and he didn’t want to leave me alone. He put me first.
That thought causes a pang in my chest as I’m overcome by emotion. Aside from my daddy, no one has ever put me above their own needs and interests, certainly not Mom or Chelsea.
I snuggle back into Brady’s hard chest, inching closer to his warmth when his strong arms wrap around me, pulling me all the way into him. He’s still asleep, judging by his even, steady breathing, but fuck if a part of him isn’t already up.
Brady is hard in his fuck-alicious gray sweatpants, and the contact of that hard-on makes the space between my thighs grow hot as a shudder of excitement works its way up my spine.
“Hmm,” he murmurs, his blond eyelashes fluttering as he blinks a couple of times, and I catch a glimpse of the dark blue of his irises.
He’s so fucking handsome. Really, no guy should have any business being so damn hot. That thought crosses my mind, but it’s soon gone because Brady’s warm lips come down on mine.
His hold on me tightens, and the tip of his tongue teases the seam of my lips, demanding entrance.
I have no hesitation, allowing him in as he pulls me even closer and his knee parts my thighs, offering me a better idea of how big and hard Brady really is in his pants.
His tongue caresses mine with slow, deep strokes as his hips grind against me as he twists, rolling me onto my back with his knee still firmly planted between my legs. My body is on fire, and I kiss him back with everything I have, barely aware that I’m grinding my hips too, trying to get more contact, dying to feel his tan, smooth skin against mine.
“Baby,” he whispers into my mouth as his hands leave my hair to skim down my neck and shoulders, cupping my tits through the obnoxiously thick fabric of that damn hoodie he asked me to put on last night.
I know he isn’t completely awake, but I don’t give a fuck. He started this, and God knows I’m going to let him finish it.
“Greer,” he whispers as his mouth leaves mine to travel down the column of my neck, while his hands find the hem of the damn hoodie and sneak underneath, causing a spark of fire to invade my body when they trace the waistband of my sleep shorts.
Hearing my name on his lips does unspeakable things to me, even more than his hard body grinding into mine. He isn’t dreaming about someone else. It’s me he wants, and there isn’t a shred of a doubt in my mind that I want him too.
“Greer?”
The next time he says my name, it isn’t a sleepy whisper. His eyes snap open and he’s gone, jumping out of bed so fast that if I wasn’t lying down, he’d have made my head spin. “What the fuck?” He groans, his eyes wide with surprise. “What—why didn’t you wake me up?”
The accusation in his tone immediately rubs me the wrong way. “Well fuck,” I grind out. “Forgive me if I didn’t wake you, but you know, your tongue was in my mouth, so…”
