Page 156 of Boyfriend of the Hour

Though I preened from his words, doubt slipped through my thoughts. “Oh, Nathan. I’m definitely not perfect.”

His eyes drew back up my body, lighting a trail of fire in their wake. “You are to me. You’ve always been perfect to me.”

That was all I needed to hear as I nestled back into the pillows. “Come here.”

He did, but instead of covering my body with his, he knelt between my legs and trailed a finger over them.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “I saidcome here.”

But instead, I was rewarded with an uncharacteristic smirk.

“Number one,” he said as he drew his hand up and down my inner thigh. “‘Let her pick the music and TV shows.’” He tipped his head. “I think I do pretty well with that one.”

I frowned. “What?”

“Number two, ‘Notice things about her no one else does and listen to everything she says.’” He kissed the side of my breast. “Even if you don’t think it matters.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. This was sounding familiar.

Nathan bent down to hover his mouth over my ear. “You don’t have to worry about that. It all matters to me.”

It was the list I’d scrawled in the bar. In his notebook, the one that twinned with mine.

He pulled back a bit to look me in the eye; the smirk growing now. “Rule number three, well, we covered that one upstairs. Right now, I like everything about you. I like this.” He kissed my neck. “And this.” Another to my left breast. “And this.” Now my stomach. “And this.” He returned to my mouth.

And stayed there for a long time.

“Number four,” Nathan murmured against my lips when I came up for breath.

“Always kiss me like it’s the first time,” I echoed.

Nathan smiled. “I’m trying.”

He kissed me again, tongue twisting, hungry and intense, like he wanted to swallow me whole. When he was finished, we were both breathing hard, and the space between my legs was aching for more.

“You’re succeeding,” I informed him, barely able to speak. “Pirate.”

The smirk morphed into a smile. “Good. Do you remember number five?”

I blanked. I could barely think at all right now, much less remember everything on that stupid list. “I…no.” And then I did. “‘Find out how she likes to be touched.’”

Nathan’s eyes lit up. “I’ve been looking forward to this one.”

He sat up on his knees, giving me a full few of his stacked physique while he spread my legs like a man surveying a field. He floated his hands over my body, then drew his fingertips ever so lightly, up and down my torso, my legs, my neck, my breasts. Testing my responses. Figuring me out.

I was imprisoned by his exploration. I didn’t say anything; I knew he was mentally noting every shift in my body as he discovered the places that made me hiss and others that made me moan.

I wondered if he would write a list about it later.

WAYS TO MAKEJONI COME

I bethe’d need a whole new book.

I intended to fill one up about him.

“Here?” His finger drifted over one nipple, then pulled lightly, making me mew. “Or what about here?” His other hand drifted down the inside of my thigh, and my hips jerked toward him.

“You’re evil,” I told him between panting breaths.