Page 43 of Summer Kisses

"I don't know, honestly. Elena is the only one who's living with her boyfriend, and even then, I'm not sure it's official. I guess they were assuming it would be more. There's nothing in the way of kitchen sex."

His eyes widened. "You talk about sex positions and locations?"

"Um. Yes?" Not that I had much to contribute to the conversation.

"I can't imagine that."

"You guys don't talk about it?"

"Other thandid you get laid last night?ordid you take that girl home?I don't want to know what my brothers are doing in the bedroom or out."

"Yeah, I can see that. But these are my friends. And I guess it's good to know what's normal. All I know is my limited experience with men."

Brady studied me. "What questions do you have?"

My face burned. I couldn't believe I'd brought this up. "Can women have an orgasm during sex without touching herself?"

His gaze was trained on me. "It's possible. If the guy's in tune with what you like and desire. If he's determined to make you come."

There was something so intimate about this moment. We were in bed together, and we were only wearing underwear. I'd never talked about this with a man before. "Maybe that's the issue. I always think I take too long. Then I get all up in my head, and I can't get off."

Brady shifted so that he was facing me. "Are you saying you haven't come with a man?"

"I have, but I have to be the one touching myself."

He reared up so that he was leaning against the pillows. "I would love to see that, but the man should make it a goal to make you come. He should want you to feel good."

I scooted up, careful not to let the sheet drop, to sit next to him. "There's all this pressure during sex. Am I doing it right? Am I taking too long to orgasm? Do I look good naked?"

"I haven't seen all of you, but I've seen enough to know you look good naked. And if you're with the right guy, you wouldn't be thinking about anything other than how good you feel."

I laughed, because that was ridiculous. "Impossible."

Brady leaned in close, and my breath caught. "If we were together, I'd make you feel so good. Just give me the word, and I'll show you what I mean."

"I mean, I don't know, I'm not sure—" What had I gotten myself into? "We're friends," I finally said lamely.

"If you're curious, I'm happy to satisfy that for you."

The thought of Brady satisfying me sent my nerves on high alert. My nipples were hard points under the lace of the cups, and wetness was pooling in my panties. The only things that heldme back from asking him to do it now were that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet and we were supposed to be friends. Not lovers.

Talk about crossing all the lines. It was a bad idea. Nope. I wouldn't even consider it.

"You're considering it, aren't you?" Brady asked with a smirk.

I smacked his chest, forgetting all about the sheet. "Since when are you so cocky?"

"I'm a good guy, but I'm confident in bed."

I didn't think it was possible, but my cheeks flamed hotter. "I can see that."

"I can make you feel so good."

My heart flip-flopped at the vow I heard in his voice. "Did I ask you to do anything last night? I have this vague memory that I said something embarrassing."

He chuckled. "You might have asked me to ease the ache between your legs."

"Oh, my God." I dropped my head back on the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut. "I can't believe I did that."

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