Page 34 of So Bad It Must Be Good

He looked down at her and wondered if he’d ever forget the image of Kayla Gallagher naked in his bed. Maybe he should take it all at face value, but he’d been burned a few times in that department.

Carefully, he pulled up his boxers and shorts. He lay beside her, mirroring her sprawled position. He stared at the ceiling, hoping the words didn’t come out stupid. “So that wasn’t uh . . . too much?”

“I feel very much like just right Goldilocks right now.” She stretched her arms out, walking two fingers across his chest and back until he looked at her. She grinned. “Definitely not too much.”

“Good,” he managed lamely. Her riot of red hair was tangled across his pillow, her skin a slight pink where his mouth or hands or beard had been.

She yawned, curling toward him on her side, her hand resting lightly on his chest. Her eyes were half closed, but the smug little smile hadn’t left her face.

Just right, yes she was.

“I could run out and get some condoms,” he murmured sleepily, everything about getting off Kayla’s warm body making him sluggish. But sex seemed like a good idea, in a minute or two, once the use of his muscles returned.

Kayla’s eyes had completely closed though. “Mm,” was her only reply, her breathing slow and even.

He should probably set his alarm. He had early appointments in the morning, but all he managed was to pull the discarded bedspread up and over the both of them and fall asleep.

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