“You knew my favorite restaurants. My favorite foods and coffee creamer?—”
“That was organic.” Sort of. I may have searched her location history for repeated café visits.
“You knew I liked to read—whatI liked to read,” she emphasizes, eyes narrowed. “You knew what books to buy me.” She swallows hard. “Knew…”
When she went from reading monster romance to bodyguard romance, then reverse harems.
I’m drowning in shit here, but my lips still curl upward with shameless satisfaction. “Yes.” I suspected she was attracted to me—at least physically.
Take that, Jackson.
She covers her face with her hands. “Oh my God.”
“What?” Jax pops a piece of popcorn in his mouth. “You can’t leave us hanging like that.”
“Do you ever pay attention to what she reads?” I ask him, now the one with the smirk. “Better yet, do you even know how to read?”
“Yes, dickhead, I do.” He gestures with his hand. “But go on, player. What does she read?”
“Straight up smut. Probably thinks about sex more than you do.”
He shakes his head. “That’s impossible.”
Ethan bends forward. “Explain. Why is that embarrassing?”
“Go ahead,” Aurora groans, face contorted in anguish. “You might as well tell them.”
Again, I can’t hide my shit-eating grin. “In New York, she started reading bodyguard romance, and then she switched to books about multiple men.”
Jackson cocks his head at her. “You read sex books about multiple men?”
“They’re not sex books.” She rolls her eyes. “They’re romance novels.”
“Erotica,” I correct.
“Anyhow.” Jax dismisses me with a flick of his wrist. “Did you read about any foursome positions we could use tonight? Because I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m unsure.”
She ignores his question about a foursome, probably for my benefit, finishes her snack, and snuggles beside me. She’s quiet, and I start to worry.
I dip my head and kiss her temple. “Per-dón-ame.” I attempt to tell her to forgive me, but I butcher the word, and it comes out fractured. I’ve been trying to learn Spanish on my phone, mainly because it’s seductive when she speaks it, but I’m pretty terrible.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “You know every dirty little thing I read about.” She frowns. “That’s so embarrassing.”
I turn toward her and slide my arm under the pillow to get comfortable. “Noteverything.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. My fingers linger on her soft skin, and just that slight touch stirs my arousal. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve watched the three of you together, remember? You saw me come in my hand. If there’s anyone who should be embarrassed here, it’s me.”
“I liked it,” she whispers, her eyes no longer filled with humiliation but something else entirely. “Do you prefer to watch?”
Heat simmers between us, the movie forgotten.
Right now, I don’t want my hand. I want to be inside her. But I’m not accustomed to sharing my emotions and desires, especially in front of other men. “I prefer to be with you.”
Jackson peers over Aurora’s shoulder, always eavesdropping. “I’ve only been joking, trying to loosen you up. You don’t have to be in this bed. No pressure.”
There’s a pullout couch in the living room, but the idea is unappealing, the mere thought cold and lonely. Aside from the night we returned from the hospital, I’ve been sleeping better with Aurora by my side. The first night I slept with her, I slept for twelve hours.
Am I going to sleep apart from her, make her choose every time they’re home, which, now that we’re moving to New York,will be more often? Doesn’t seem convenient or practical. “We need a bigger bed.”
His brows nearly hit his hairline. “Wait, are you serious? Are we doing this? Because I’m one hundred percent on board.”
