Triple Threat by Regina Kyle Page A

sex, made no promises, and the women who were drawn to him had no problems with either fact. What they saw was what they got—a no-strings, footloose and fancy-free guy looking for a few laughs and a good time.
    So why wasn’t he laughing now?
    Maybe it was the way Holly looked when she climaxed, eyes closed, breasts heaving, skin flushed and slick with sweat. Trusting. Not on display. He’d felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest when she’d called his name as he took her over the edge, shuddering beneath him. It sounded different coming from her than any other woman. Better.
    Or maybe it was the way she was looking at him now. She’d opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows, staring at him with a dazed expression as he lay sprawled between her legs, his head resting on one creamy thigh. Her tongue ran the length of her lips and she swallowed as if she hadn’t come in ages. Or ever.
    “That was... I mean... I’ve never... Aaah!” She slumped back down and buried her head in the comforter.
    He lifted his head, his chest swelling with pride. “You’ve never had an—”
    “I most certainly have!” she cut him off, red-faced. “Just not...like that.”
    A devious grin spread across his face as he began a leisurely ascent up her leg to her rib cage. “Like what?” he teased.
    “You—” She broke off, her breath hitching as he continued to travel upward, covering her body with his, her shirt and bra still bunched between them. He nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck. She smelled like a woman should, not of some expensive perfume, but of soap and baby powder, clean and fresh. “You know what I mean. I’ve never had a man touch me...that way.”
    “Then you’ve been sleeping with the wrong men.”
    “You can say that again.”
    Not for the first time, Nick wondered what kind of a dickweed her ex was. He obviously hadn’t given a crap about satisfying his wife’s needs in the bedroom. Probably not anywhere else, either.
    His loss, Nick thought, rolling to his back and reaching for the hem of his T-shirt.
    But before he could lift it up and off, Holly surprised him by slipping out of her bra, pulling her blouse back up to her shoulders and climbing on top of him. He was tempted to ask why she didn’t remove the damn shirt, too, but then she straddled his hips, pressing against his erection and short-circuiting his brain. “If I recall correctly, you promised me I could explore.”
    “Explore away,” he croaked, lucky to manage even that with her sitting astride him.
    She pushed his shirt up over his stomach. He raised his head and shoulders, allowing her to tug it off. “Mmm. Yummy.”
    “I told you. I have food, baby. Ice cream.”
    “I like this better.” She bent to press a kiss to the patch of hair between his nipples. Her hands roamed from his pecs to his abs and back again, making his muscles flex and his cock twitch hard in his jeans.
    “Killing me...”
    “Oh, my God, I’m sorry.” She started to roll off him, but he caught her at the waist, stopping her.
    “With pleasure, babe.” He rocked against her so she could feel the hard length of his erection. “Killing me with pleasure.”
    “Oh.” Her hands slid back down his torso, finding and settling on his belt buckle.
    “Maybe I can die from it later.”
    “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.” She slid the buckle free and fingered the button on his jeans.
    “Then I guess I’ll have to lie back and take it like a man.” He relaxed on the bed and crossed his arms behind his head, half anticipating and half dreading her sensual torture. It was his own damn fault, he knew. Hell, he’d practically given her a gold-engraved invitation with his whole equal-opportunity-seduction speech.
    He could have her underneath him in seconds, his pants undone and his dick inside her before she even realized what was happening. And the little minx was tempting him to do just that, using her fingers, teeth and tongue to ramp him