Free Truth Or Dare by Lori Foster Page A

kitchen-dinette combination. Asia sat at the thick pine table and watched Cameron complete the meal. Barefoot and bare chested, he moved around the small kitchen with domestic ease. Her ex-husband had never cooked. He didn’t even know how to boil water.
    Cameron’s hair was still disheveled, hanging over his brow with a rakish appeal. Muscles flexed in his shoulders and arms and down his back as he bent this way and that, turning bacon, pouring juice, as he turned to wink at her occasionally, or smile, or just gaze.
    He asked her if fried eggs were okay, and how she liked her toast.
    Asia answered more by rote than anything else. With the memories of the night, and Cameron in the kitchen looking sexy as the original sin, food was the farthest thing from her mind. But when he set her plate in front of her, she dug in.
    And he watched her eat, smiling like a contented fool, his big bare feet on either side of hers.
    Finally, she laid her fork aside. Nothing had happened quite as she’d expected and she felt lost. “What,” she grouched, “are you staring at?”
    His smile widened. “You.” He reached out and smoothed her hair, his fingers lingering. “I’ve never seen a woman with smudged makeup and tangled hair look quite so sexy.”
    His compliment put her over the edge. She shoved her chair back and stood up.
    Cameron came to his feet, too. They stared at each other over the table, facing off.
    Asia drew a deep breath. “This is ridiculous.”
    “I know. There’s so much I want to say to you, but I’m not sure where to start.”
    She blinked, then covered her ears. “Stop it! Just stop … taking me by surprise.”
    Holding her gaze, Cameron rounded the table until he could clasp her wrists and pull her hands down. “I want to see you again, Asia.”
    “You mean you want to have sex with me again.”
    “Hell, yes. I want you right now. I wanted you the second I woke up. I’ll want you tonight and tomorrow too.”
    She laughed, a near hysterical sound. “Will you stop?”
    “No.” Shaking his head, he said, “Not until you tell me how you feel.”
    “I feel …” She wasn’t at all sure how she felt, and gestured helplessly. “Frustrated.”
    Cameron stroked her arms, bending to look her in the eyes. “I didn’t satisfy you last night?”
    Her laugh this time was genuine. “You did! Ohmigod, did you satisfy me.”
    “Well, then …?”
    “Cameron.” She pulled away. She couldn’t think, and she sure as hell couldn’t talk, when he touched her. “This was all a … lark. You overheard my ridiculous pact with Erica and Becky, and because of that, you reacted and we had … better sex than I knew existed.”
    Cameron’s jaw locked, but he kept quiet, letting her talk.
    She drew another breath to fortify herself. “But that’s all it is, all it was meant to be. You didn’t intend for me to spend the night and intrude on your life.”
    “Are you done?”
    He sounded angry, confusing her more. “Yes.”
    He went to the kitchen windowsill and lifted a small package wrapped in silver foil paper and tied with a bright red ribbon. “Everything you just said is bullshit and you know it. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. And yes, it started out purely sexual, and it’ll always be partly sexual. You turn me on, Asia, no way to deny that when I get a boner just hearing your name. But I like you a lot, too. Hell,” he said, rubbing his neck the way he always did when he was annoyed, “I’m damn near obsessed with you.”
    Asia bit her lip, doing her best to keep her eyes off that gaily wrapped gift.
    “I want you. It makes me nuts to think about any other guy with you.” He paced away, then back again. “I want you to spend the weekend with me.”
    “But … it’s Christmas.”
    “That’s right And if you stay with me, it’ll be the nicest Christmas I’ve ever had.”
    “You don’t have any other plans?”
    “If I did, I’d change them.” He handed her the gift. “I