Free Triple Dare by Regina Kyle

cheeks. “You didn’t even—”
    “Get off?” he said with a wink. “Not yet, but I got to watch you, and that was pretty damn enjoyable.”
    “It was?”
    “You have no idea.” He brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “The look on your face when you came. Knowing I put it there.”
    She gave his arm a playful push. “Egomaniac.”
    “What can I say?” In one fast, smooth motion, no doubt born from years of firefighting, he scooped her up and hoisted her over his shoulder. “I take pride in my work.”
    “Hey.” She stared down at his butt, hugged lovingly by his well-worn jeans. You could bounce a quarter off that thing. “What are you doing?”
    “Moving this party to the bedroom.” He strode out of the kitchen and up the stairs that led to the second floor. “Any objection?”
    “Just one.” His ass muscles bunched and flexed with each step under the faded denim, and she imagined peeling the fabric away and getting up close and personal. Maybe even bouncing that quarter. “We need to make a pit stop.”
    “A pit stop?”
    “Second door on the left.”
    “What’s that?”
    “The bathroom.” Ivy smiled at Cade’s back. “There’s condoms in the medicine cabinet.”

7
    C ADE HAD NARROWLY escaped his share of burning buildings. But even with flames licking at his heels, he didn’t think he’d ever moved this fast. Probably because saving his own ass hadn’t seemed half as important as getting his hands on Ivy’s.
    After a quick detour for the condoms, she directed him to a door at the end of the hallway.
    “This one?” he asked.
    She nodded, and he kicked it open.
    “Hey,” she protested. “Be careful. Holly will kill me if we break anything.”
    He dropped her onto the wrought-iron bed and toed off his Vans. “I don’t know. That thing doesn’t look too sturdy.”
    She ran a hand over the patchwork quilt covering the mattress. “This was my great-grandmother’s bed. It’s been in the family for generations. I’m fairly certain it’s seen plenty of action through the years.”
    He shucked off his socks and unbuttoned his jeans. “Trust me. It hasn’t seen anything yet.”
    “Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
    “Sure of us.” His pants and boxers joined his socks and shoes on the floor, and he stretched out next to her on the bed, both of them finally, blessedly naked. He wrapped his fingers around her ankle before sliding his hand up, over the slight swell of her belly, between her breasts, coming to rest in the hair at the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.
    He took a minute to look at her before diving in. Her wider-than-wide gray-green eyes, flushed cheeks, full, begging-to-be kissed lips. She took a quick, sharp breath and he knew no matter what happened tomorrow, there, in that moment, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    “Are you just going to lie there or are you going to do something?” she asked, confirming his thoughts.
    “Oh, I’m going to do something, all right.” He massaged her scalp while his other hand slid around to the small of her back. “I just wanted to look at you first. Get a good before picture.”
    “Before what?”
    Before I kiss every single inch of you. Before I make us both come so hard we forget our own names. Before everything changes between us.
    “Before this.” He wanted to yank her to him and crush his mouth to hers, but instinct told him Ivy was a girl who appreciated a slow, steady seduction. So he took his time as long as his amped-up body would let him, nibbling at the corners of her mouth and coaxing her lips open with his tongue. The hand on her back rubbed small circles along her spine, and she folded into him, entangling her legs with his.
    Her surrender shattered his control, and he rolled them over, pinning her to the bed. With one hand, he took her by the wrists and brought her arms up over her head so she could reach the headboard. “Grab on.”
    “Bossy, aren’t we?”