Page 25 of The Boyfriend Material Novellas

My mind crackles, humming with electricity even when I break the kiss at last. “Tastes even better.”

She’s inches away, her eyes locked with mine. “But you should try again just to be sure.”

“That is a brilliant idea.” I bring her close for one more kiss. As my lips slide over hers, I’m sure this is the best time I’ve had with a woman in ages. I’m certain, too, that I like this woman even more than I did last night.

I suppose that means I’m falling further.

I need to make the most of the time we have before the cutoff date and our clean, harmless ending.

“Quinn,” I say, pulling apart from her as I brush the back of my fingers along her cheek. “Since I know you like a heads-up, I’m going to ask you to come home with me tonight. And once you’re there, I want to make sure you stay on the naughty list for a very long time.”

She grabs her purse, her hat, and her coat. “Check, please.”

* * *

The trek to my home is like foreplay.

We leave holding hands.

In the cab, I kiss her neck, savoring the vanilla-honey scent of her hair, the fresh smell of her skin. I flick my tongue over the shell of her ear.

“If you do that again, I might jump you here in the back seat, and that would be rude,” she murmurs.

“I’d hate for us to be rude,” I whisper, but then I nibble on her earlobe for good measure.

“You were warned,” she says as she slides a hand up my thigh.

“Well, I’m not sure I want to heed your warnings if that’s where they go.”

She laughs, and I do too, and then we behave till we reach my building.

All bets are off in the elevator though.

As soon as the doors close, I clasp her face and kiss her hard.

Like I’ve wanted to all along—hard and passionate, with everything I have. She lifts her chin, loops her arms around my neck, and asks for more, not with words, but with the way she arches against me, with how she plays with the ends of my hair.

We reach my floor, and the walk to the end of the hall is interminable, so I lift her, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her, picking up the pace.

She pounds playfully against my back with her fists. “Hey, I’m not that slow.”

“I know. But I’m really fast,” I say, reaching the door in seconds and setting her down.

But I can’t resist one more kiss. I lean in, draw her close, and seal my mouth to hers as I reach for the keys in my pocket. She tastes so damn good, and all I want is to have more of her. To experience all of her.

To learn all the flavors of Quinn.

And with that heady possibility luring me, I open the door.

As soon as it snicks shut, she smiles at me.

And hell, it does me in, like it has since the night I met her.

Tonight, it’s a new kind of smile. A sexy, sensual one. A delicious, inviting grin.

Our coats come off, and she reaches for the collar of my shirt, tugs me close once more, and whispers three fantastic words. “I want you.”

Then she adds two more to make it even more perfect. “So much.”

---