Page 198 of Boyfriend of the Hour

It suddenly seemed like such a waste.

And yet, it wasn’t. My heart wouldn’t have been in it, and what would have been the point of trudging through the City of Love with my heart utterly broken.

Now, it had been put back together, and suddenly, I wanted to see it all with him.

The room, while beautiful, was an utter mess. We hadn’t lasted more than two seconds yesterday afternoon after the door closed behind us before Nathan had me pinned against a wall and was tearing my clothes off. Marie’s skirt was ripped in two places. My underwear was shredded. We’d knocked over two lamps and broken one of them, and to my shock, it hadn’t mattered. It was like Nathan could only see me, want me,need me.

And I gave as good as I got. First on the minibar, since we couldn’t make it to the bed. Then on the couch after we took a water break. Then on the bed once we’d ordered some room service.

I rolled over to ask Nathan how long he was planning to stay but found him still sleeping, a delectable bit of stubble dusted over that razor-cut jaw as he lay face up. I wedged myself up on my side to watch, but almost as if he could sense me in his sleep, he rolled over, slung a heavy arm over my waist, and dragged me against his body. And his morning erection.

I grinned. Some things never changed.

“Fuck.” The word came out as a rumble against my neck as his hand drifted down my still-naked body, taking hold of my ass and using it to pull me toward him.

This time, however, I wasn’t interested in just being pulled. If my man wanted morning sex, then that was what he was going to get.

I nuzzled into his neck and licked his pulse, enjoying the warm scent of man that seemed to radiate off him. Nathan grumbled against me and squeezed me harder. Gently, I pushed him onto his back again, but only so I could crawl on top and cover him with my body, dropping kisses along his neck, collarbone, and the swell of his pectorals.

“Mmm.” A growl sounded deep in his chest, vibrating against my cheek as his hands drifted up and down my body.

“Good morning,” I said before I kissed back up his neck, then pressed a few more along his jawline.

One of his hands drew up my back and to my face, holding me in place so he could find my mouth with his.

After a few moments, we broke apart, though I could feel his long lashes fluttering on my cheekbone. Under my hip, I could feel him ready. I straddled my legs over his waist and rubbed myself up and down him like a cat.

Another groan as those beautiful brown eyes opened. Full of light. And full of love.

I purred.

“Okay?” I asked, poised to sink down on him.

His eyes blinked open as he clearly started to register exactly where we were and what was happening. It was almost like I could read each word as it passed across his face. Room. Morning. Joni. Sex.

Sex.

His eyes opened fully. “Yes.”

And then he was thrusting from below, inside me again for the fifth time in the last twenty-four hours.

We hadn’t been together long enough for me to realize one key fact: Nathan Hunt was insatiable. And he apparently had the same effect on me.

He paused, noticing me wince. “Should I stop? You’re making one of the faces on the pain chart we show children.”

I laughed, and it made me relax enough that I was able to take him further. “I’m a little sore, but I don’t want you to stop. It feels too good.”

He grunted and started moving beneath me, albeit a bit carefully. I laughed again, then pressed a hand flat to his chest, forcing him to stay still so I could work my body atop of his more forcefully.

Nathan made a pained sound as his eyes bulged. “God, Joni.Fuck.”

“Does that feel good to you too?” I asked. “Do you like it when I ride you like this?”

His gaze seared as it passed up and down my body. I had never felt more beautiful, and it wasn’t because of my clothes or my hair or any kind of performance.

It was because of him.

“Kiss me,” Nathan ordered as he slipped a hand between us, finding my clit so he could tease me into a similar state of disarray. “Kiss me while I fuck you. Kiss me while you fuck me. Kiss me while I love you, you beautiful, beautiful woman.”