His tone becomes thoughtful. “So you have a talent for reading people, huh? Can you read me?”
I smile. “I haven’t quite figured you out yet.”
His husky laughter warms my cheek. “I haven’t quite figured me out yet either.”
12
Grace
“Confidence,” Ramona declares.
I’m sporting a dubious look as I watch her roll a sheer black stocking up her thigh. I had just asked her what she thinks the biggest turn-on for guys is when it comes to sex, and rather than the crude response I’d been expecting, she caught me off-guard with her sincerity.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.” She nods rapidly. “Men appreciate a woman who’s confident and secure with her sexuality. And a take-charge attitude doesn’t hurt, either. They like it when you make the first move.”
“I suck at making the first move,” I grumble.
She goes to her closet and rummages through the bottom of it, then emerges with a pair of black heels. “Look, you like him, right?”
“Of course.”
“And you want to have sex with him?”
This time I’m slower to answer. Do I want to have sex with him? Yes? I’m not against the idea, and it’s not like I’m still a virgin because I’m saving myself for the man I’m going to marry, or even the love of my life. I know sex is a monumental milestone for some girls, but personally, I don’t think losing my virginity is going to be the most important thing I do in my life.
I’m attracted to Logan, yes, and if we end up having sex tonight, great. If we don’t, that’s fine, too. After the way we connected at the water tower the other night, I’m more interested in dating him than getting naked.
Though getting naked, or at least partially naked, is definitely on the agenda for tonight.
I texted him an hour ago asking him to come over, and Ramona has already agreed to let me have the room for the night. Despite the fact that she’s still hung-over from yesterday, she’s promised to stay out until midnight. It’s only seven now, which gives Logan and me plenty of time to hang out. And maybe have sex. Or maybe not have sex. I’ve decided to play it by ear.
“Grace?”
I snap out of my thoughts. “Yeah, I guess I want to sleep with him. If the moment is right.”
“Then you’ve got to separate yourself from the crowd.”
I wrinkle my forehead. “Meaning what?”
“Oh, come on, do you realize how many girls he’s slept with? A frickin’ harem. And he’s John Logan, babe—I bet he’s got crazy moves. You don’t want to be just another chick he bats those baby-blues at and screws silly. You want to be confident and sexy and take control. Show him he’s met his match.”
I bite my lip. Confident and sexy isn’t my style. And taking control? I’ve always been more comfortable sitting in the passenger side while someone else takes the wheel.
“Oh, and you need to show him how kinky you are. That you’re up for anything.”
Nervous laughter tickles my throat. “Uh-huh. How am I supposed to do that?”
“I don’t know. Stick your finger in his ass when you’re blowing him.”
I almost choke on my tongue. “What?”
Ramona flashes a cheeky smile. “Oh God, you really are a virgin, huh? Ass play can be a lot of fun.”
“I don’t want anyone near my ass, thank you very much. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me near his.”
“Ha. You have no idea how hard a guy gets off from a good prostate massage. Seriously, he’ll be coming like nobody’s business.”
“I’m not giving him a prostate massage,” I say primly.
We stare at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing, and it feels good to laugh with her again. I don’t even care anymore that she planted the seed that Maya and Piper then used to grow a tree of bullshit. Ramona is my best friend, and I’ve known her since we were six years old. Is she selfish sometimes? Yes. Does she gossip too much? Absolutely. But she’s also sweet and loyal, and she’s always there for me when I need her.
“All right, don’t finger his ass,” she relents. “But I’m serious about the confidence thing. It’ll drive him wild.”
“I’ll do my best.”
She narrows her eyes, giving my outfit a thorough once-over. “You’re changing before he gets here, right?”
I glance at my tight jeans and skimpy white tank top. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? Actually, don’t answer that. I’m comfy, and I’m not going to change the way I dress because of a guy.”