Page 48 of Faking it For Summer

“Yes.” She runs her fingers up my chest and moves her face closer to mine so that her nose grazes against mine. “’Cause we are amazing. We can practically read each other’s mind.”

“So, what am I thinking right now?”

“You’re thinking this.” She leans forward and kisses me lightly on the lips, and I freeze.

Can she really read my mind? The fact is, I have been thinking about kissing her. Granted, I wanted it to be more involved than this brief peck, but shit.

“Not bad.” I touch the side of her face tenderly, brushing back her blond hair. It’s grown longer since I last saw her. It’s almost halfway down her back now. “But I don’t know if that’s going to convince anyone.”

“Oh?” She wrinkles her cute little button nose, and I can see the smattering of freckles on her cheeks. “We can practice tomorrow when I wake up.”

“You’re up now.”

“Barely. I’m going back to sleep.” She closes her eyes but doesn’t move.

I lean forward, almost without thinking, and kiss her again. This time, my lips press against hers more firmly, but I don’t attempt to slip my tongue inside her mouth.

“Oh.” She’s breathing heavier now as I move back.

“Oh?” I grin at her, running my finger down her shoulder and toward her waist. I lightly touch her skin, and her eyes fly wide open. “Oh, as inthat was a kiss that will fool Rex, or oh, as inyou suck at kissing.”

“Oh, as inI wasn’t expecting that.” She licks her lips and moves onto her back.

My fingers glide across her stomach lazily and play with her belly button.

“What are you doing, Luke?”

“I’m touching you casually.” My heart is racing as my cock throbs in my briefs. “If we’ve been dating for a year, we will be used to touching each other casually.”

“I suppose so.” She shifts on the bed and parts her legs, shivering. Her head is still turned toward me, and I’m glad to see her reactions as I touch her.

I move my fingers up past her belly button and stop beneath her bra. She’s breathing heavier now. Then I run my fingers up the valley between her breasts and along her neck. Her skin issmooth, like velvet, and I can barely breathe as I touch her and wait for her to stop me.

“Are you still practicing your touch?”

“Yes, just tell me when I go too far,” I say almost clinically.

“How far are you planning on going?” she whispers into the air.

“Not too far.”

I brush my fingers back down and over the top of her bra, moving rapidly. I lightly brush her hard nipples, but I don’t stop, even though I feel her large intake of air. My fingers move back down across her stomach and to the tops of her lacy panties. She stills as my fingers run across the lace pattern at the top of her panties. I won’t slip my fingers inside them. I won’t actually touch her, though I’m dying to.

“That’s good,” she says, her voice barely recognizable as her body stiffens.

I run my fingers back up toward her bra and rub my thumb across her nipple, slower this time. I don’t move my fingers away, but instead slip my finger into her bra. Her eyes widen when I graze her nipple and then pinch it between my thumb and finger. She gasps and shifts on the bed, and I try not to groan as a moan escapes her lips. I run my fingers all the way down her panties, tracing her mound as I get to the apex between her legs. She closes her legs in on my fingers, and I move my fingers back up to her belly button.

“I can play that game as well.” She moans.

“What game is that?”

“The testing game.”

She leans over and runs her fingers across my stomach muscles and then farther down so that her fingers are grazing my cock through the thin cotton material. I stiffen, waiting to see what she will do next.

“Just in case we’re somewhere and I feel like I need to be comfortable touching you anywhere,” she whispers.

“If the act requires it, you have to do it.” I nod, my voice deep with desire.