Page 61 of Summer Kisses

I frowned. "We only have a few days."

Brady put his arm around me. "We need to spend a lot of time together the next few days, talking about everything."

"I was hoping we could do other things," I teased with a hand on his chest.

He winked at me. "How about I pleasure you when you answer so many questions right?"

I tapped my chin as if I was thinking about it. "This could be fun."

"It's going to be great." He let go of me in order to clean up the remaining packing material. Then we turned off the lights and locked the door as we left.

On the drive home, he dangled his wrist over the steering wheel, which was effortlessly sexy. The way he moved around a room, the ease with which he lifted heavy things and handled his tools, was fascinating to me.

He glanced over at me. "We should get started. First sexual partner?"

I laughed. "We're starting with the big stuff, huh?"

He winked at me. "This is purely to study for the test. Not because I want to know."

"You think Grandma will ask about sex?"

He raised a brow. "Have you met your grandmother? I'm positive she and her friends talk about worse when they get together." He shuddered. "I don't think I even want to know."

"It was while I was in college, and it was disappointing. I went with a nice guy. We were friends. And I think I hoped that would equate to chemistry, and it didn't." And made me think that I wouldn't have any with Brady. "What about you?"

"I was sixteen. Dalton and I were dating sisters."

"I remember that." I'd always wondered about Brady's dating life, but I was never brave enough to ask. I was worried I'd be hurt by it.

"We both lost our virginity to those girls. It was as good as sixteen-year-old sex could be," he said dryly.

"I think you've learned a few things over the years."

Brady nodded. "You learn not to be selfish. It's more about the other person than yourself."

"I like that." It was not something I'd ever heard a man say before. In fact, I wasn't sure I'd talked about sex with any of my past partners. I'd always been somewhat of a prude when it cameto talking about things with the men I dated. I was afraid to ask for what I wanted.

"Let me see if I can find a list of possible questions. That will make this easier." I wasn't sure I could handle any more questions about his dating life. "Where did we meet?"

"That's an easy one. I saw you riding your bike past my house, and I asked you if you wanted to see my pet toad. It was a good offer. I'm not sure why you didn't take me up on it."

I laughed. "I've never been big on toads. I think I pedaled faster to get away from you."

"So I repelled you the first time, but I kept my eye out for you. I was determined to talk to you."

I shifted on my seat so that I was facing him. "Why me? You had a ton of brothers to play with."

"I was sick of them. I wanted to hang out with someone new and different. You always seemed so independent."

"That's what happens when your parents die when you're young. My grandparents were from another generation, and they didn't have any issues with me having full run of the island."

"You always seemed like a free spirit. You could ride wherever you wanted, and I'd find you tucked away in different corners of the island reading."

I shook my head. "Why would you think I was interesting? I wasn't hunting for alligators like the other kids."

"You were a mystery, and I wanted to get to know you. I can't explain the fascination."

He was fascinated by me? Why hadn't we ever talked about this before? I cleared my throat, feeling a little uncomfortable with the realization."What was your first date like?We haven't had one. Should we make something up."

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