From This Day Foward: Switched at Marriage Part 4 by Gina Robinson Read Free Book Online Page B

believed he looked strictly non-virginal. "It's purely accidental."
    I stroked his arm, which was delightfully hard and muscled, to soothe his vanity and reassure him it didn't matter to me. "No, I meant about looking like a virgin? I mean, maybe a girl's vagina can look that way during a doctor's exam. But how, exactly, does a guy look like a virgin?"
    He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shaking his head. "You'll have to ask your cousin for the specifics. He claims my virginity is like a blinking beacon giving us away. Told me he could see it in my micro expressions."
    I rubbed my feet. I'd been in heels too long. I rolled my eyes. "Dex and his stupid micro expressions. I forgot all about them. I thought they were one of his passing phases." I bit my lip.
    Jus sat up and gave me a completely earnest expression. "There's only one solution, you know. We have to have sex. For the good of our deception. I'd do anything to save Flash. Even, and including, giving up my virginity for the cause."
    My mouth fell open. And then, maybe it was the alcohol—even the cool night air had done little to sober me—but I started to laugh. "That is the most absurd, ridiculous pick-up line I have ever heard."
    "At least it's original."
    I expected him to look wounded, like I'd just stabbed his male ego with the end of a very sharp nail. But he was grinning, roguishly, beneath that sexy-smelling beard that everyone but me seemed to like.
    "Look." He took my hands in his. "Kayla Lucas Green, I would bear the hardship gladly. I want to sleep with you. In the worst possible way. I'd have to be a eunuch not to."
    "You would?"
    He nodded. "Why do you think I go to bed so late and get up so early?" He took a deep breath. "Because I sleep with a hard-on that lasts so long I think I may need medical treatment to get rid of it."
    I couldn't help myself: I laughed at the way he poked fun at himself. "Oh, don't, please. Not on my account. As they say, a hard man is good to find."
    His eyes lit up. He rubbed my thumb with his in a seductive, intimate way. "I kick myself every day for agreeing to the no-sex requirement."
    "Really?"
    He nodded so solemnly, I laughed again.
    "After the first night together, I was hoping I could seduce you. But then I remembered I'm no heartthrob or player. And then I tell myself, there's nothing in writing. What we have is a verbal agreement. A gentleman's agreement. And my thoughts are not a gentleman's at all."
    I looked at him, shocked. And flattered. And confused. So that's why he doesn't sleep with me. I never thought…
    "So you're saying it would be my word against yours, as far as the verbal contract goes," I said, leading him on and teasing him. "That what we have is a he-said-she-said thing. And that most courts, of course, are going to rule that some sex is expected in a 'marriage.'" I put a flippant tone in my voice, flirting with him despite my serious words.
    "Consensual sex, I think, is the key in any marriage. Rape is still rape. I'd never force myself on you. I wouldn't know how."
    I smiled again at his pathetic come-on. But I believed him that he wouldn't force me.
    He sighed like all the weight of the world sat on his chest. "I'm a twenty-one-year-old, frustrated virgin who's having a hell of a time keeping his hands to himself, Kay. I was hoping you'd take pity on me. You could fulfill an adolescent fantasy of mine."
    "What fantasy?" I said, cautiously.
    "The one where a beautiful, blond, older woman shows me the ways of love and seduction." His eyes sparkled.
    He was so incredibly adorable. And he smelled seductively of that beard oil that I was sure was laced with pheromones or something. And the alcohol and the illusion and pleasure of the party were affecting my senses. I tingled at the thought. Actually tightened deep inside. It had been so long since I'd had sex. And even longer since it had been good.
    "Does my inexperience scare you?" he asked when I didn't respond. "Because it scares the