Page 99 of Faking the Pass
When I saw him open the door to the house to come inside, I opened my own door and went to meet him.
Presley turned to me, rubbing his wet hair with a towel and causing that ripped abdominal area to put on a fascinating show.
“Hey.” He sounded surprised. “Get caught up on your rest?”
Walking straight up to him, I placed my hands on those delicious abs. The contrast of hot, smooth skin and firm muscle was delicious.
It made me want to devour him and be devoured by him.
“Yes. And now I’m ready,” I said.
His eyelids flared, then dropped to half-mast, like he was experiencing a rush of pleasure.
“Ready for what?” he asked in a low, growly tone.
“To amend the contract.”
Something inside me had been freed—a wild thing, like a prowling jungle cat let out of a cage.
I let my hands explore Presley’s stomach and chest the way I’d been longing to do since I’d first seen them exposed like this. No texture in the world felt better than this, his skin, stretched tautly over the segmented hardness underneath.
Though he didn’t move or touch me back, his breathing changed. He sounded like he’d been doing wind sprints.
“What kind of amendment did you have in mind?” he asked.
His hands finally moved, sifting through my hair and caressing my shoulders, and chills raced all over my body. I was already glowing with anticipation.
Though the physical touch was scrambling my brain a bit, I managed to answer. It was very important to get these details nailed down before things went any further.
“We could put in a temporary clause to the contract… to include sex… themore than kissingkind. Temporarily. Like, a hall pass while we’re on vacation.”
I rushed to add, “When we get home, things will go back to normal. Separate bedrooms, separate beds.”
His expression showed no reaction. Now he wore that look I’d seen on TV Sunday afternoons. Focused. Intense.
Impossible to read.
“Is that what you want?” he asked quietly, his voice controlled.
My face went hot. Was he trying to make me admit I wanted him? I did, of course, but I couldn’t allow myself to say things I’d only have to walk back later.
“It just makes sense,” I said. “There’s only one bed, and you know…”
My voice trailed off, too embarrassed to confess how hot he made me.
“Healthy male, healthy female?” he asked, a note of amusement lightening the growl.
“Yes. Right. Very healthy in your case.” My eyes roamed over his incredible body. “And I thought after what happened in the hallway last night, you might—”
He cut me off by yanking me close to him.
“Yes.”
The confirmation was blunt and adamant and followed by a blistering kiss that went on for minutes without either of us pausing to breathe.
When we finally came up for air, Presley rested his forehead against mine, and his hands were moving everywhere as if he couldn’t decide which part to explore first.
“Do you want me to let you go, so you can write it down in your little notebook?” he asked, drawing his teeth over his full bottom lip in a way that made me impatient to kiss him again.
