The Bet (The Bet 1)

A tear ran down her cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s just…” She kept laughing and reached behind her pulling out his little bunny. “It seems that I’ve just sat on your bunny, you know the one you took out your sexual frustration on, the one that has my name? Interesting turn of events, don’t you think?” Crap. He thought he’d hid that bunny a long, long time ago. How the hell did it get out from under his bed?

“Give it here.” He held out his hand.

“No.” She hid it behind her back. “Take off your shirt first.”

“Oh, so it’s going to be like that?”

She nodded.

Damn, how was he supposed to say no to such a cute face? “Fine, but this is another one of those blood-oath moments. Never, under any circumstances, are you allowed to tell another human being that I took off my shirt in order to steal my bunny back from you. Not to mention that this is all taking place before I plan on making you scream out in pleasure.” With jerky movements, he took off his shirt.

Kacey’s grin grew. “The pants too.” She nodded at his jeans and tilted her head.

“We’re going to have one of those relationships, aren’t we?”

“What?”

“The type where we bicker.”

“Of course.” Kacey leaned up on her elbows then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, leaving only one closed.

His mouth went completely dry. His hands were paralyzed near the button of his jeans.

“Besides,” she said as her hands slowly caressed her own stomach and arched her back. “Think of how much fun it will be to kiss and make up.”

Never, in his life, had he ever taken off a pair of jeans so fast.

“The bunny.” He held out his hand.

“The boxers.” She held out hers.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” She hugged the bunny close to her chest, making him insanely jealous. Over a damn stuffed animal.

“Fine.” He jerked off his boxers and threw them at her. The bunny came flying toward his head. He ducked and with a curse tackled Kacey onto the bed.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

“Turn?” Kacey said breathlessly.

“Yes, to torture you, just like you’ve been torturing me, for not only days, but for my entire life.

Kacey beamed up at him, then kissed him lightly across the mouth. “I surrender.”

Travis attempted to keep his joy in check, considering it was probably inappropriate to sing the Hallelujah Chorus in bed, naked.

Damn.

His fingers reached for the final button to Kacey’s shirt. He pulled it off and told himself to act mature, even though he felt like a small boy seeing a girl’s breasts for the first time.

But it was Kacey.

His Kacey.

And he wanted to love her, to treasure her, to make her see what he saw every time he looked at her.

Perfection.