Page 39 of My Fiancé's Brother
“Yeah.” I inwardly winced.
My heart fluttered when a smile slowly spread across his face.
“What’s so funny?”
“You just get this look on your face when we talk about my sex life.”
“Your sex life is none of my business.”
“How old are you?”
“24. How old are you?”
“29.” His eyes traced my face. “So what made you want to abstain from all things in the bedroom?”
My mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?”
He nodded. Completely serious. “Yeah.”
My breath stuck in my ribs. “It took a few years to recover from losing my parents. My grandma was pretty liberal, but she was old-fashioned when it came to boys.”
“What about when you went to college?”
I lifted my hands. “It isn’t like guys were beating down my bedroom door. I had crushes on guys.”
“What kind of guys?” his eyes narrowed.
“I seemed to gravitate towards big, athletic guys. At parties, I was the shy redhead, who stared at them from across the room. And I was incapable of talking to a single one of them. I would watch them go home with my friends.”
“You’re killing me.”
“They never saw me. Not when there was someone like Julie in the room.”
“She’s average.”
If he thought someone like Julie was average, I couldn’t imagine the caliber of women he dated. “She’s a catch.”
He crossed his thick arms. “So, if the hunky quarterback had found the balls to put the moves on you, would he have been able to have you?”
My mind raced, uncertain of my answer. “I don’t know.”
“Matt doesn’t protest your vow of celibacy?”
I rubbed my forehead. Matt rarely attempted to touch me. Since we had become engaged, I had hoped we would fool around a bit more, but he seemed uninterested in taking things further. “He seems okay with it.”
Jackson tilted his head and paused. “He’s either an idiot or he’s a better guy than me.”
My head jerked up. “What? Why do you say that?”
“I don’t think I would be okay with it.”
My heart bounced in my chest. “What about all your navy trained self-discipline?”
“SEALs have discipline, but they thrive on challenges. If you and I were engaged, I wouldn’t pay attention to any of this waiting-for-marriage bullshit.”
My eyes widened in shock. The thought of being engaged to Jackson did weird things to my stomach. Something forbidden hung between us. Decadent, sinful images flashed wildly before my eyes. I imagined him crawling up the bed, laughing with that smile, teasing me, kissing my neck. My entire body reacted to his statement.
“You can’t say that.”
