“I’m even cuter when you’re not.” He chuckled and took my hand.
He helped me up the steps to the brownstone and then inside the front door and up the staircase. I didn’t have time to admire the house again, as it was all a blur. My clothes disappeared, and I sank down into the cool comfort of lavender-scented sheets.
Finding it impossible to keep my eyes open, I murmured, “Good night, Prince Charming.”
He curled around me, his smooth, hard body covering mine.
“Good night.”
I sighed.
Chapter Twelve
I couldn’t help but stare at him as he slept. Granted, it was more like he’d passed out, but it didn’t matter. Presley lay almost naked in my bed. My nightly fantasy had become a reality. I’d promised to be good, but I wasn’t a damn saint. My dick hardened against the cleft of his ass, and I kissed his smooth shoulder.
“Mmm…” He settled closer to me, wiggled his ass, and hugged the pillow.
My body throbbed. Was there anyone sweeter? I didn’t think so. I closed my eyes, a smile resting on my lips, and drifted off.
When I opened my eyes again, I let out a huge yawn, feeling curiously refreshed. Strange. There was sunlight outside. I checked the bedside clock.
Nine twenty?What the fuck?
I hadn’t slept this long in…well…forever. Forever meaning three years. I gazed down at a still-sleeping Presley, who lay on his back, that thick, dark, silky hair spread out on the pillow. With my fingertips, I traced the tattoos up and down his outstretched arm, then onto his chest, his pointy nipple begging for my mouth. Presley sighed and moved under me, his morning erection rising stiff beneath the sheet. My own ached, and I held myself tight, squeezing at the root to calm the surge.
I couldn’t break my promise, no matter how much I wanted to take him into my mouth, so I left him there. After a quick, hot jerk-off in the bathroom, I put on some sweats, went down to the kitchen, and made us breakfast. I set the eggs, bacon, toast, and jam on a tray, and along with the coffee, brought it upstairs. Presley sat up, yawning, and rubbed his face when I walked into the bedroom.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
He colored bright red. “H-hi.”
“I have breakfast for us.”
He raked the hair off his face. “I can’t believe I fell asleep here. Did you…undress me?”
I set the tray on the bed and slid under the covers with him. “I believepassed outis the exact terminology I’d use for you. And yes, I did, but don’t worry. You’re as innocent as you were when you arrived.”
He rolled his eyes, then rubbed his head. “Ouch. My head hurts. Do you have any aspirin?”
“Yeah, sure.” A drugstore resided in my nightstand drawer, and I shook out two aspirin from the bottle and handed them to him.
“Thanks.” He popped them into his mouth and drank them down with his coffee. Groaning he fell back on the pillows. “I feel so damn stupid. I’m sorry I made a fool of myself last night.”
Puzzled, I lay down next to him and played with his hair. “Why do you say that? I don’t recall you being foolish, only a little drunk, which doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“I don’t normally lose control like that.”
“Everyone needs to let go sometimes. It’s not good to keep it all bottled up inside.” I picked up a piece of bacon. “Now you should eat something.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Sure you can. Let me take care of it. Here.” I broke off a piece of bacon and held it to his lips. “Eat.”
His dark eyes met mine. “I don’t think—”
“I do.” I spoke in my courtroom voice. “Eat the bacon, Presley.”
Eyes wide, he opened his mouth to take the bacon from my fingers, chewed, and swallowed. I fed him the rest of the bacon and then scooped the eggs onto the toast and fed him that as well. In turn, he held the coffee cup while I drank, and in between we shared kisses.
