Free Bedding The Bad Boy (Dalton Brothers Novels) by Virna DePaul Page A

her skirt.
    She wasn’t sure how he planned on starting to steam up the windows, but when he asked, “So, what were you like in college?” she blinked in surprise.
    “You really want to talk about that?”
    “It’s a good place to start.”
    “Start what?”
    “Start talking, Grace,” he said gently.
    “I thought you wanted to make out and steam up some windows.”
    “We’ll work our way up to that. You said you had your first sexual experience with your college boyfriend. What was his name?”
    Grace just stared at Max, not sure why they were working their way up to anything. And really not sure why working their way up meant telling Max her ex-boyfriend’s name.
    She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “He’s really not relevant.”
    “So humor me.”
    “His name was Neil.”
    “And you said Neil was a good lover. That you enjoyed sex with him for… two years, wasn’t it?”
    “A little less than that considerin’ we went out six months before we actually had sex, but that’s about right, yes.”
    “Since you waited until college, waited six months with Neil, sex is meaningful to you. Did you wait for religious reasons?”
    “No.”
    “Then why?”
    She shrugged. “I didn’t want to give myself to just anyone.”
    He nodded, his eyes darkening, and she wondered what he was thinking. She was obviously willing to give herself to him . “Before that, before you had a boyfriend, did you experiment with sex? Make out in high school?”
    “Not really,” she said.
    “Did you masturbate?”
    She felt her face getting warm but tried to appear composed. “Sure.”
    “You never had any problem getting off by yourself and that’s still true?”
    “Yes, it’s still true. But I’ve got to tell you, Max. This is startin’ to feel like a routine doctor’s appointment. And I’m not turned on at all. I—”
    She gasped when Max reached over, put his hand on her thigh and leaned in close. “Concentrate, Grace. Because I’m betting if I put my hand down your panties right now, you’d be wet. Shall I find out?”
    She swallowed hard, concentrated and realized he was right. She’d been in her head, focusing on the seeming mundane questions he was asking her, but her body was obviously going where Max wanted. She was wet. She actually ached. But that didn’t mean she wanted to talk about sex with him.
    Listening to him say sexy things to her, fine.
    But her? While she could surprise people with her sexuality and her piercings and her other secrets, one thing she’d never been good at was talking about sex. The only thing that mattered during sex was action, whether she could make a guy feel good and whether he could do the same for her.
    She covered his hand with her own. “Max—”
    “I was going to spend a little more time exploring your sexual history, but I certainly don’t want this encounter to seem clinical. So let’s change the subject. What gets you off?”
    She tried to move back, but he caught her hand in one of his. “Why do we have to talk about mechanics?”
    Without preamble, he slipped his free hand into the crease between her thighs. His hand didn’t get far between her closed legs, but it got far enough. “Because talking about sex gets you hot.”
    “No, listenin’ to you talk about sex gets me hot, but I’m not any good at it.”
    “Or maybe it just makes you uncomfortable. And what we’re going to be doing isn’t about comfort. I’m going to push you, a lot. Contrary to what you might think, I’m not just a sex toy and sex isn’t just about the physical. It’s psychological. Emotional. It’s about tapping into a woman’s fantasies even if she doesn’t know what they are or is unwilling to admit them to herself. I’m going to find out your fantasies even if I have to drag them out of you. Now what gets you off?”
    “I—I’m not sure what you’re askin’. And can you move your hand, please,” she asked, her voice high and breathy. “I—I can’t think