How to Misbehave (Camelot 1)

“You could tell me anyway.”

She could. Why not? She wanted to.

She took a deep breath. “No. I’m not a virgin.”

He made a sound, a kind of grunting unh that she didn’t know how to interpret.

“What does that mean? Was I supposed to be a virgin?”

“No. Yes. I have no idea.”

“Why do you sound like that?” Tight. Tense.

“You don’t want to know.”

“I thought we were being honest. You made me say ‘virgin’ out loud, and now you won’t talk to me?”

“I’m a guy. We’re talking about sex. Why do you think I sound like this?”

There was a direct question. Amber tried to figure out some sneaky way to avoid answering it, but she couldn’t come up with one, so she just blurted out, “You’re excited?”

“ ‘Excited,’ bunny?”

“You sa

id you wouldn’t call me ‘bunny.’ ”

“I’m getting hard. Not excited. Hard.”

“You’re picking on me.”

“No, I’m not. I’m hitting on you. I really shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I want to hear you say the word ‘hard.’ ”

“No.”

“Come on. Say it, and I’ll stop calling you ‘bunny.’ ”

“I’m not saying the word.”

“Then I’m not going to stop.”

“I don’t even know how we got on this subject.”

“Don’t be coy. Nobody likes coy.”

“I thought guys loved coy.”

“Just say it.”

Another deep breath. “You’re getting hard.”

And she was getting hot. So hot. Her cheeks, her throat, her breasts, and a deep pool of liquid heat between her legs. Holy cow.

“Wow,” he said.

“What ‘wow’?”

“Say it again.”