Spitfire in Love (Chasing Red 3)

He slid up on the bed, taking me with him. He cradled me as he stretched out, pulling me on top of him. I shivered at the feel of his hard length pressed against me. The warm, soft skin of his chest under my palms.

I shifted so that I lay half on the bed and half on him. He seemed to like that because he wrapped his wide hands around my waist and turned me on my side, then he pulled me closer, plastering my back to his chest. His arm snaked around my stomach, under my breasts.

“Kara,” he whispered. His lips softly grazed the back of my neck.

“Right here with you, Cam. Go to sleep.”

He let out a deep, long sigh, his broad chest expanding, then deflating. And then he was asleep in an instant.

It must have taken all of his energy to tell me everything in the maze. Being mentally exhausted could be worse than physically exhausted.

He wasn’t used to sharing his thoughts or problems with anyone. I was the same, but we could start being more open with each other. I could trust him. He could trust me.

The thought filled me with warmth, like submerging myself in a warm bath. Only ten times better. I closed my eyes, sighing deeply, and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

When I woke up, I felt confused. I blinked in the semidarkness, at the sound of crackling fire and the glow from the fireplace. And then felt the heat coming off Cameron’s hard body wrapped around me. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of him beside me.

He wasn’t snoring. In fact, he’d been quiet in his sleep. I turned my head slowly so I could see his face. I wished there had been more light so I could see him clearly.

I slowly extricated myself from him, taking care not to wake him up. His arm was heavy as I lifted it off my stomach. When his fingers grazed my nipple, I gasped sharply and almost jumped. Damn. I snapped my eyes to his face to check if I woke him up. He didn’t move. Finally I eased away and stood beside the bed. And just stared.

Naked from the waist up, he was sleeping with a frown on his brow. His body was so long and muscular—a warrior’s powerful body. He was so beautiful. His dark curls stark on the white pillow. His tanned skin healthy.

I let out a quiet breath, wondering how I ended up here. With him. With someone like him. He’d never been in my cards, I thought, as I searched for his car keys, never even anticipated him.

I found them on the counter by the fridge. Tiptoeing so as not to wake him up, I opened the front door and nearly closed it behind me before I suddenly remembered it was locked with a code, not a key.

Shrugging out of his jacket, I placed it between the door and frame to keep it open and ran to his truck. I made quick work of jumping inside and grabbing my things and his cooler. A couple minutes later, I was back inside the cabin.

I sat on the floor by the door, rummaged inside my backpack for my phone, and read my dad’s texts.

Dad: Hey, KK, don’t forget pizza night tonight!

Dad: Are you working OT?

Dad: I’ll save you some so you have something to eat when you get home. Got the vegetarian with double cheese. Drive home safe. Love you!

Shit.

It was the middle of the night. I sent a quick text telling him I’d be home tomorrow. I’d never missed pizza night before, but he was used to me not replying to his messages. That usually meant I was at work. There were other messages from other people, but I decided I’d check them later. I placed my phone back in my backpack and quietly walked to the bed.

I held my breath as I watched him shift onto his back and slowly open his eyes. His gaze was dark.

“Where did you go?” he asked, his voice husky from sleep.

I found it so sexy. There was a raspy quality to it that made my stomach muscles clench. That made me swallow the lump in my throat. That made me think of secret lovers and kisses in the dark.

I slid beside him on the bed, and his arms welcomed me so naturally. I sighed against his chest. He was so war

m and both soft and hard.

“I got my things from your truck. I had to text my dad.”

He didn’t respond.

“Did you think I left?” I was teasing.

Again, he didn’t respond. There was a twinge in my chest. Did he really think I would?