Page 24 of Sing for Me
No way in hell. I shake my head. "I can't agree to that."
She sighs and crosses her legs the other way. "Why not?"
ThatUgh, I can't believe he's affecting meirritated tone of her voice, for one. Maybe I'm a headcase, but I like the way she isn't throwing herself at me.
It's been forever since I've had a conversation with a woman that didn't go straight toplease fuck me, hot rocker boy.
I smile. "You're too cute when you blush."
There it is, that irritation. She frowns.
She bites her tongue and tugs at her skirt. "Let's pretend it never happened."
"If it bothers you that much." And it does. I stop at the next red light. We're almost to the freeway. That doesn't give me much time. "It's not a big deal."
"Right."
"Nothing you haven't done before."
"Of course." She clears her throat. Again, she uncrosses and crosses her legs.
Fuck.
She's a virgin.
No wonder she was staring dumbstruck.
God damn. It's been a long, long time since I've been someone's first.
There's something about introducing a woman to pleasure—
I'd better keep my thoughts on the road or I'm going to crash this car.
"I've had boyfriends," she protests. "We did... all sorts of stuff."
And she's insecure about being a virgin.
Fuck, that's adorable.
"There's no shame in lacking experience," I tell her. The light turns.
"I know, but I don't."
I cock a brow.
She clears her throat and motions to the light. "It's none of your business."
I tap the gas pedal, head onto the freeway, and change gears until we're zooming. There. The car doesn't need my attention for a while. Let's test these claims of hers. "What's your favorite sexual position?"
"Missionary."
She's so full of shit.
"Second favorite?" I ask.
She opens her mouth like she's about to speak, but no words come out. Instead, her tongue slides over her lips.
She's back to thinking about me naked.
