Page 40 of Study Buddies

“About what?” I was eager to turn the tables on him, but my mind had gone blank.

“Anything you want,” he said, but then he amended his answer. “Except grammar. Or spelling. Or citing sources.”

“Deal.” I smiled as I tried to think of something. “Okay… boxers or briefs?”

He laughed. “That question’s overdone, but it’s better than asking my favorite color.” We reached a straight section of the road. Kyle checked his mirrors and then shot over to the other lane to pass a slow-moving Cadillac. “Okay, if I have to pick between the two, then briefs.”

“You can choose other kinds.” Not that I knew many other kinds of men’s underwear.

“I wear briefs sometimes, though not tighty-whities. Black or dark blue, stretchy. I’ll model them for you later if you want.”

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.”

“I also like boxer-briefs or trunks sometimes.”

I nodded, like I knew what he meant. But the internet would know when I checked it later.

“Is that a thorough enough answer for you, Teach?”

I nodded.

“Good. So my turn again?—”

“Wait, you asked me three questions.”

“I know, but when you went straight to boxers or briefs, I figured that was as brave as you were going to get.” His voice, and the look he leveled at me, were taunting. It was a challenge.

“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?”

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