Feeling dazed, I blinked my eyes back to him and tried to remember what he had asked. “Ummm...Mason is a demi-god. He can shoot electricity bolts from his hands.”

“Now I understand why the book is called From Gods.”

“And you know what else?” I started to giggle, baffling Matthew. I was sure my eyes sparkled from the excitement of telling him about the story. “There’s this part when he places his hands on Skylar’s stomach and gives her erotic tingles everywhere. How awesome is that? I bet he can make her climax just by a simple touch. What an amazing power. And of course he can kick ass and electrocute the monsters they call vultures.”

“Seriously? You like to read stuff like that?”

“It’s called a young adult paranormal romance. And yes, I do.”

“You know what I like to read?” Matthew’s tone became flirty again.

“Boring business magazines,” I replied, trying to push him away just to be a pain. Although I liked being in his arms, I wanted to give him a little challenge. I liked it when he fought back. I knew it was childish of me, but it gave me the satisfaction of knowing that he would fight for me.

“Nope. You’re so wrong.” Matthew shifted his body weight. He was now hovering over me, pinning my arms above my ahead against the pillow. “I like to read stories about Becca.” His eyes pierced into mine with heat and lust. “I’m going to read you like a book, and lick every word off your body. From chapter to chapter, I’m going to tease you and then leave you hanging like a cliffhanger. I might even give you a teaser to the next book if you beg.”

Holy shit! That was one of the sexiest things Matthew had ever said to me. I could feel my heart thumping faster, my blood pressure rising, and I was lusting for him. My lips were gravitating toward his, which were inches away, but he pulled back.

“Pretend I’m Mason,” he said. “I’m going to give you one hell of a shock. You’re going to feel the power of my electrical bolts that I’m going to shoot through you, but not just with my hands...I can do it with my tongue. When I’m done with you, book boyfriends will never cross your mind. Real boyfriends can make you feel things book boyfriends never could.”

Fuck! I almost exploded, and I was wet and ready for him. When Matthew gave me a satisfied grin, I knew he saw the look in my eyes. I wanted him...now! No matter how many countless book boyfriends I had, Matthew topped them all. He continued to show me that he was the perfect model of what a book boyfriend and real boyfriend should be.

“But before I do,” he continued, “a couple of things. We’re having dinner with my parents this Friday night. I want them to meet the woman I would do anything for.” He paused. His eyes glistened. My heart became full at that moment, expanding as I took a deep breath from his loving words. I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled. “Then you can have me all Saturday morning, but I have to go somewhere in the late afternoon. Now...no more talking.”

Rewarding me with a sexy grin, Matthew spread my legs with his knee. His animalistic wild beast side took over as he practically yanked my clothes off. Matthew’s kisses were passionate, yet filled with hunger. He was rough as he nipped and sucked on my lips. I thought he was going to swallow me up.

“I can’t get enough of you, Becca,” Matthew growled as he continued to bathe my neck down to my nipple.

I yelped in pleasure when he opened his mouth and took a mouth full of my breast while his other hand tenderly caressed the other.

“I’m going to electrify every inch of your body,” he groaned.

With his teeth, he grazed ever so slowly down my stomach, causing all sorts of tingles to every nerve, every fiber of my being. With the tickling sensation added to the pleasurable feelings, I was beyond ready for him. When I dug my fingers into his shoulders, he got the message to spread my legs. And what he did next...oh my God! Matthew was not gentle tonight for sure. He sucked the hell out of my clit, to a point he had never done before. If he wanted to prove real boyfriends were better than book boyfriends, I would have to agree: at least Matthew was.

Jenna

“I don’t know what to wear,” Becky said, pouring hot water and dumplings into the strainer. The local Chinese restaurant sold freshly made dumplings. Little did we know we could order them in frozen bundles...many thanks to Max and Matthew for giving us that information. I should be starving since I had hardly eaten all day, but it didn’t look appealing like it used to. My morning sickness was still there.

“What to wear as in...when we go to Max and Matthew’s parents’ house?”

“Yes,” Becky said, fanning the steam with her hand. She looked over her shoulder to me when I didn’t respond. I was too worried about how Max’s parents and my parents were going to respond to my pregnancy. After all, we weren’t high school kids. We were responsible adults with careers. Maybe we’d messed up on the responsible part, though.

“Well?” Becky narrowed her eyes at me, assuming things. I knew her thoughts were correct, as usual. She knew me too well; it was as if she could read my mind. “I hope you’re not thinking about whether Max’s parents are going to approve of this early marriage and the baby. They already know Max proposed to you, and he told you they were happy about it. You even had dinner together.”

“I know,” I sighed lightly, handing her two plates. “They were happy about his proposal, but having a child before marriage...I’m worried about that. Knowing them, I’m sure they’ll be fine. I don’t know why I feel so nervous.”