Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“Favorite position?” The words were out of my mouth before my brain could weigh in on the issue.
“Better. But that’s tricky—who could choose just one? It would be like picking between a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.” He reached out and brushed his fingers along my hair. “Though lately I’ve been dreaming of dark-haired beauties.”
I pushed his hand away. “That didn’t answer the question.”
He chuckled. “No, it didn’t. Let’s see… I like taking a girl against a wall, her legs wrapped around me. So all she can feel is me driving into her. And my body pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall.”
Wow. Blood pounded through my veins at twice the normal speed.
“Or taking her from behind.” He sounded a little distracted, and I wondered who he was thinking about. “But I also like—” He paused. “You do remember you have a safeword, right?”
“Yep.”
“To tell you the truth, I’m surprised you haven’t used it yet. When I first met you, I thought you were a timid little mouse. But you can’t be that timid if you moved in with three guys.”
“There were only two there when I moved in,” I pointed out.
“Good point. All right, you’ve got one more question, and I can’t wait to hear it.”
I bit my lip, thinking it through. For some strange reason, I didn’t want to ask something tame. Didn’t want to reinforce his earlier impression of me as timid and shy. But I couldn’t identify why that was important to me. “Any pet peeves while having sex?”
Kyle gave a low whistle. “You’re getting better at this. Easy answer—I hate it when women are silent in bed. If I make them feel good, I want to hear it.” He slanted a look my way. “And trust me, I always make them feel good.”
“If you did, then you wouldn’t know what it was like when they’re quiet in bed.”
He threw his head back and laughed, and for the first time since leaving campus, the truck car veered toward the shoulder. But he quickly corrected it, a smile still on his face. “I think I underestimated you. Somewhere under all that glossy hair is a dirty mind.”
That made me grin. It wasn’t exactly true, but it was a little flattering that a sexy guy like Kyle thought so.
“Can I ask you the same question?”
“No. You’ll have to come up with your own.” But we’d just passed the coffee shop where I’d tutored him on Saturday, so we were almost back to the house. If Lucas was there, I didn’t want to show up all hot and bothered. “Maybe a thesaurus could help you with that.”
He nodded. “Got it.”
And he was true to his word, only making G-rated small talk for the short remainder of the drive. I filed that information away to think through at another time. For now, I just knew that he'd been right, this had been fun. And that for all his flirting and inappropriate talk, maybe, just maybe, he could be trusted.
16
TORI
How’s it going with your hot new roommates? Hailey’s text read. I’d finally come clean to her about my living situation. She’d been mad that I’d lied about having a place to stay, but she’d quickly forgiven me. If anyone could understand sharing a home with three men, it was her. Naturally, she’d looked my new roommates up online. Kyle, being on the baseball team, was the easiest to find, and she kept bringing him up. As if she didn’t have enough handsome guys in her life.
Good. Jayden just gave me a campus tour, now we’re at a little coffee shop.
A campus tour??? You’re in your second year here. You’ve been on campus just as long as he has, right?
Yes, but he knows all these cool little places. I glanced over to the counter, where he was ordering. This place was the perfect example. It was buried in the basement of the social sciences building, and I’d had no idea it was here. Before that, we walked around campus, getting in a little exercise before the study group tonight. He’d shown me a house on the edge of campus that always had cats in the front yard. A little courtyard with a fountain in it near the administrative building. And, hilariously, the base of the chemistry building where you could just make out the edge of a dropped hammer embedded in the concrete.
It had been fun, seeing the university through his eyes. Jayden was an observant guy. As we walked around, I’d had the strange urge to take his hand. Then again, maybe it wasn’t all that strange. After all, I’d practically been lying on top of him in the hammock on Sunday. That had been the most relaxed I’d felt in weeks. With Jayden’s bicep under my head, it had been as if he was holding me in his arms. I’d liked it—maybe too much. Then, when I remembered that top-notch scalp massage he’d given me, well, let’s just say he’d been on my mind a lot lately.