Bonham (Pushing Daisies Book 3) by Heather Young-Nichols (read people like a book txt) 📕

parents were so strict with me because of something she did.”

“Good to know.” I leaned in closer, running my nose up her jaw. Her breath caught again and her fingers tightened against my shoulders. “You mentioned a kiss goodnight. Is that still OK?”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathless. Damn, this girl was so responsive already. I couldn’t imagine… or maybe I could… what it’d be like to have her under me.

At first, I merely brushed my lips against hers before planting a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. Each of my moves made her clench my shoulders harder. I’d probably have some marks there. Then I adjusted and did the same to the other side of her mouth.

Jurnie groaned and barely whispered, “You’re really mean.”

I chuckled, but my heart wasn’t into it. Instead, I released her hips and cupped her cheeks. Now was the time for the real thing.

When my lips met hers, she melted into me. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over her bottom lip, which got her to open for me. Kissing Jurnie was like being in heaven. Or the waiting room to heaven since I’d imagine the real thing would involve both of us naked.

Her tongue was warm and tentative, but when I took the kiss deeper, all that hesitation magically vanished and she gave me as good as I was giving her.

Bringing that kiss to an end was the last thing I wanted to do. No, I’d rather keep going, toss her in my Jeep, and take her to my place.

That wasn’t in the cards for tonight. I kissed her quickly two more times before stepping back.

“Goodnight, Jurnie.”

“Goodnight.”

“I’ll wait until you’re inside the house.”

She nodded then picked her back up. As she made her way to the house, she had a hand over her lips and it didn’t look like she was watching where she was going too well. My chest puffed up a little on its own when I thought about affecting her that way. Fuck, I was glad it was me doing it.

I didn’t pull away from that curb until she was safely inside her house.

When I got home, Van and Lexi were snuggled up together on the couch watching a movie. The thing about breaking from the tour was that none of us were looking to do anything but relax. Well, maybe Mack and Daltrey were, I didn’t know. But they both had regular hookups here, so maybe they were getting their fill. But even then, it was an in-the-house project. We weren’t out partying and all that shit. We just wanted to sleep and enjoy being home.

I got changed and ready for bed. It wasn’t late, but I’d just lie in bed watching TV for a while. After our next date, and there was no question there would be a next one, I wanted to get Jurnie to come back here with me. Not for sex. Unless she wanted to, but just for the two of us to spend time together without other eyes watching us. Plus, then I could kiss her all I wanted. Or all she wanted. However, it worked out. Would’ve asked her tonight, but I wasn’t going to be a fucking creeper. Plus, tomorrow was Friday, so I assumed she’d have to work in the morning.

Thinking about her got me to open my Snapchat and send her a message. The best thing about Snapchat and why my brothers and I used it so much was that it was temporary. The message or picture disappeared and if someone screenshot it, we’d know exactly who it was.

I pulled the phone out and took a picture of myself with as much smolder as I had. Then I typed the message, Had a great time tonight. Thinking about next time.

Thirty seconds later, I got an alert that the message had been screenshot. I laughed but chose her name from my contact list.

“Hello?” she answered. Her voice was low but surprised. She probably didn’t expect to hear from me so soon.

“Did you really just screenshot that message?” I hoped she’d hear the humor in my voice. I didn’t care if she kept the picture, but it did give me an excuse to talk to her right now.

“Ugh.” She groaned. “Yes. I momentarily forgot it alerts the person, but what was I supposed to do? You’re shirtless and I like the look on you.”

Oh, shit. I laughed out loud. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that I didn’t have on a shirt. That was how I slept. Boxer briefs, usually. Sometimes sleep pants. But never a shirt. Which meant she could see where my tattoos ended since my chest and back were untouched as of yet. I’d been working on the sleeves for a long time. So had Van.

“Baby, you can keep all the pictures of me that you want.”

“Grrr.” Was that a growl? “I’m such an idiot. I’m sorry. I won’t show anyone. I was going to crop the message out and make it the pic that comes up when you call.”

“Fine by me.” I brushed my hand over my dick. This was getting ridiculous and I was going to have to jack off while talking to her at this rate. Not yet. Maybe later. “But that means I need a picture of you to set for your number.”

“I’ll have to send you one then because right now I’m in pajamas and my hair is up in a bun and I washed all the makeup off. Not that I wear a ton, but what I wear helps.”

Doubtful. This girl was beautiful no matter what. “Like when we were snapping yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“Send me one of those. You’re fucking cute as hell like that.”

Her breath caught. “Are you serious right now?”

“Fucking serious as I could possibly be.”

“OK, Bonham. I will as soon as we hang up.”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I told her.

“Goodnight.”

We ended the call, but a minute later, my phone buzzed. Jurnie had sent me a pic of herself,