Free Triple Dare by Regina Kyle Page B

and even.
    Asleep.
    He tried not to be offended. She must be exhausted, and not just from the mind-numbing sex. It wasn’t every day she almost burned a house down and had to be rescued by the fire department.
    His body relaxed and his arms curled protectively around her. There would be time enough for him to leave before morning. Right now she needed to sleep.
    And he needed to figure out where the hell they went from here.
    * * *
    S UNLIGHT STREAMED THROUGH the window across Cade’s face and chest. He raised an arm to shield his eyes and met something soft, warm and yielding.
    Something that felt suspiciously like a female breast.
    A smile played around the corners of his lips as memories of the night before came rushing back. Ivy under him, over him, gasping, breasts heaving, auburn curls splayed out around her like a halo. Calling his name when she came—twice—in a way that made his heart twist.
    Then it hit him. Sunlight.
    He’d stayed the night.
    He never stayed the night.
    He wasn’t a complete jerk. He didn’t fuck and run. He was all for a good postorgasm cuddle and maybe even round two after he’d had time to recover. But he made it a rule to be gone before sunrise. Less drama that way. Fewer expectations. And no chance of commitment. No chance he’d wind up in a relationship like his parents, so absorbed in each other—or their research—that they barely had time to acknowledge the world around them, including their own child.
    But with Ivy he’d stayed for the cuddle, round two and the morning after. He should be panicked, jumping out of bed, grabbing his clothes and bolting for the door.
    But he wasn’t.
    Instead, he was reaching for her again, the hand on her breast gently squeezing, his thumb brushing across her nipple.
    What was wrong with him? Or was it that something was finally right?
    “Mmm.” Ivy stirred, rolling toward him and draping one leg over his thigh.
    “You awake?” he asked, his breath stirring the hair at her temple.
    “Must be dreaming,” she murmured.
    “No.” He smiled against her cheek. “No dream. I’m right here. In the flesh.”
    He slid his mouth to hers and she shot upright, almost knocking him off the bed.
    “What’s wrong?” He raised himself up on his elbows and looked at her through eyes still heavy with sleep.
    “I need to brush my teeth,” she said, clapping a hand over her mouth and struggling to untangle herself from the sheets. “And my hair must look like a rat’s nest.”
    “I like the way you look in the morning.” Natural. Glowing. Satiated. His chest puffed with pride at the thought that he was responsible for the satiated part. “And it’s not like I’m brushing my teeth, so don’t sweat it.”
    He reached for her, but she rolled away.
    “Two minutes.” She stood, giving him a nice view of her very shapely, very naked ass as she crossed the room. “I’ll be right back.”
    His eyes narrowed and his cock twitched with appreciation as he watched her retreating backside. He would’ve taken her for a wrap-herself-up-in-the-bedsheets kind of girl. He’d never been so glad to be wrong in his life.
    “I’ll be here.”
    The words felt strange but at the same time comfortable. Cade flopped down, arms crossed behind his head, to wait not-so-patiently. He was debating whether to go after her and get things started with a little shower action when the familiar, tinny strains of Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” sounded from somewhere on the floor near the side of the bed.
    He rolled over, reached down and fumbled for his pants. Pulling his cell out of the back pocket, he swiped the screen, not bothering to look at the display.
    “Hardesty.”
    “Hey, man. You busy? I need a favor.”
    Gabe. Shit. So much for the shower.
    “What’s up?”
    “I’m at my parents’. Devin and my mom are going over the wedding plans.”
    “And this concerns me how?”
    “You gotta rescue me. If I hear the words
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