Page 40 of Moonstruck Kiss

“No one.”

“But… can you make yourself come?” he asks gently.

“Oh, yes,” I say with a downward wave of my hand. “I don’t have a problem with that at all. Anyway, I read this article by a sexologist. She wrote about finding a sex partner a woman could trust so she could feel comfortable sharing exactly what she wants and how she wants it. And, of course, it helps to be highly attracted to that partner.” Funny how this conversation doesn’t feel as embarrassing as I’d anticipated. It’s actually quite freeing.

Brax places a hand on my leg. “And you haven’t met someone you can be completely open with?”

I shake my head ruefully. “I just get shy.”

“Really? You, shy?” he asks teasingly.

“I know! I have no idea why I’m like that in bed, but my theory is that if I have a no-strings-attached casual sex with someone I’m not emotionally invested in—someone who’ll disappear afterwards so my embarrassment doesn’t linger—then it’ll be easier to relax and…learn new skills.”

Brax stares at me for a long second. “Maybe you’re just so used to being self-sufficient that you don’t know how to ask for what you want from others.”

I blink, his words hitting me hard. Emotions are suddenly welling up inside and I try to cover them up by saying jokingly, “You never said you’re a psychologist as well.”

He grins. “I’m a lot of things, Dimple. I’m also a sexpert.”

I laugh out loud and tension leaves my body.

”I bet your previous lovers weren’t good in bed,” he says with a thoughtful frown. “Where on earth did you find them?”

“Well, my first two were from here in Moonstruck Cove. They were virgins, and I wasn’t any better. The third… The third was that city slicker I mentioned before. He was very popular with women, and I couldn’t believe he wanted to date me when he had girls throwing themselves at him. When we broke up, he said I was so bad in bed that I should seek help.”

“What?! What an asshole!”

I shrug. “I was probably too boring.”

“Was he patient enough with foreplay?”

My cheeks burn. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you.”

“Well, was he?”

“I suppose so. I mean, I got aroused and all. I just couldn’t get there.”

“And he left you hanging each time?”

“When he was done and sleeping—or had left—I just helped myself,” I admitted.

“What a selfish idiot.” Brax leans closer to me.“I’m not gonna stop until I make you come, Joey. That’s a promise.”

I take a sharp intake of breath at his seeming determination.

“Do you like dirty talk or are you turned off by it?”he asks.

I flush.“I didn’t know if I did or not, but when you started earlier, I realised I probably did.”

“Oh, baby. You think that was dirty talk?”

“Wasn’t it?”

He shakes his head, lips stretching into a lopsided grin.

“O-kay. Can you give me an example of real dirty talk, then?”I ask tentatively.

He leans closer, looking into my eyes.“Joey Barker, do you know what I want to do to you?”

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