Page 80 of That One Touch

“And how are you planning to do that?” she asked lightly. The final word had barely left her mouth before he was standing and pulling her out of her chair, throwing her over his shoulder like she was as light as a feather. She started to squeal as he walked through the backyard with her, blood rushing to her head, the tips of her hair brushing his legs.

“Hush,” he told her.

“I can’t hush. The world’s turned upside down.”

He lowered her down to the grass. They were in the middle of his yard. And yes, she felt giddy. She had to hold onto his arms to steady herself.

“Why did you carry me here?” she asked him breathlessly. “Did you think I’d get intimidated by a bit of grass?”

He chuckled again. Music to her damn ears. “If I’m going to torture you, it’s probably best not to do it under my daughter’s bedroom window.”

“You’re going to torture me?”

“I need answers.” He looked amused.

“You’ll never get them.” She pretended to zip her lips. “Torture me all you want.” Then she frowned. “Wait, ignore that Reservoir Dogs reference. I’d like to keep both my ears in tact.”

“You watch too many movies,” he said.

“I was alone a lot as a kid.”

Presley reached his hand out, cupping her face. “What did you tell them when they asked if I was single?”

“I told them you were single as fuck and to have at it.” Her own lips curled.

“No you didn’t.” He shook his head. “You wouldn’t give the answer up as easily as that.” His fingers feathered across her jaw, tipping it up. Then he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers. “What did you say?” he murmured against her mouth.

This man. This stupidly complex, moody, gorgeous man. He gave her goosebumps every time he touched her. She should have known the torture wouldn’t involve pain.

Pleasure worked so much better.

“What if Delilah sees us?” She glanced hesitantly up at the closed curtains of the little girl’s room.

“I wasn’t planning on stripping you naked and taking you on the grass,” he muttered. Then he frowned. “Although…”

“Although?” she prompted, because now she wanted to know what he was thinking.

He gave her the softest of smiles. “If I have to do it to get the truth, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

She started to laugh because she knew he was lying. There was no way he’d risk upsetting Delilah. And nor would she, come to that.

They’d both claw each others’ faces off if it meant protecting that little girl.

“You want to fuck the truth out of me?” she whispered.

“I want to fuck you. That’s about it. I wanted to since you taught me to do that stupid one position.”

“First position,” she corrected. “You went quiet after that.”

He brushed the hair from her face. “You noticed, huh?”

“Yeah.” She ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head. “Not at all.”

“So what were you thinking?”

Presley blinked. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

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