It might have been that he clearly liked Joker and didn’t want to fall asleep when he had his new biker buddy around.

Whatever it was, he was down and I could finally join Joker in the living room.

I left my bedroom, swinging the door so it was open by a crack to drown out the light but I could still hear him if I needed to.

I moved into the living room, announcing in a hushed voice, “He’s down.”

“That took a while,” Joker noted.

“It did,” I agreed.

“That usual?” he asked as I rounded the couch.

“No… oh!” I cried out because I got close and Joker’s hands shot out and caught me at the hips.

I fell into him as he guided the fall, my bottom toward his lap.

It was a busy day but not an exhausting one. Still, I didn’t mind ending it by stretching out on top of Joker on my couch and watching TV.

However, I found in short order that I wasn’t going to stretch out on top of Joker and watch TV.

Joker was going to stretch out on top of me, and I had a feeling from the look in his eyes that, although the TV was on, we would not be watching it.

It was a feeling that made me happy.

When I was on my back in the couch and he was pressed the length of my side, I looked into his eyes, feeling the pulse beat hard in my neck.

“Hey,” he whispered.

Oh.

Wow.

“Hey,” I whispered back.

He curled his fingers around the side of my neck and slid them up to my jaw.

“You good?” he asked.

I swallowed. Then I nodded.

“Wanna be better?”

My belly did a somersault.

Oh yes. I definitely wanted to be better.

I pressed a hand to his chest and breathed, “Yes.”

He dipped his head and I held my breath as he held my eyes and glided the side of his nose along the side of mine.

Oh.

Wow.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmured.

“Joker,” I replied huskily.

He rubbed his thumb along my cheek and continued to stare into my eyes.

I squirmed a little bit.

“What you want, Butterfly?”

He was making me ask.

Why was that so arousing?

“I want you to kiss me.”

He did another nose glide and kept hold on my eyes as he added the tip of his tongue sliding along my lips.

That already made me better. So much better, a whimper slithered up my throat.

Instantly, his gaze fired, he slanted his head, and he kissed me.

I rounded him with my arms, pressed up, and kissed him back.

This commenced a make-out session on my couch that included some lovely groping, and for me, lots of shivers, melting, and whimpering.

Joker again had his hand up my top and he did the thumb slide at the underside of my breast, sweeping up to take in the side, and that felt so good, I was done making out.