Dare to Resist (Wedding Dare, #0.5)(15)

As in, him and her, together, in that bed.

As in, her and the only man ever to give her an orgasm, together, in that bed.

Kady’s stomach flipped as butterflies whipped through her middle. “Um, should we see if there’s a movie on? Or something?”

“Why not?” Colton said, sitting up and raking his fingers through the chocolate brown of his hair. “I’m gonna get comfortable first, though.”

Her gaze dragged to his dress shirt, still hanging on the back of one of the chairs. That was all she had for getting comfortable herself. “Yeah, might as well.”

Colton grabbed a few things from his laptop bag and closed himself in the bathroom. When he came out a few minutes later, Kady couldn’t help but gape.

“When did you get glasses?” she asked, knowing she was gawking at him but unable to help herself. Because as sexy as he’d been laid out on the bed, he was just as sexy wearing those dark frames. Damn, smart was sexy. And right now, Colton Brooks looked like a freaking genius.

“My last year in the army,” he said in a tone that said he wasn’t thrilled about it. “I usually only wear them at night, though. Otherwise, I wear my contacts.”

“Oh,” she said, a strange emotion she couldn’t quite identify rolling through her in a long wave. Sadness. Because he’d worn contacts and glasses for four years and she hadn’t even known. Something like that just felt like the kind of detail you should know about a friend. Though in fairness, before tonight she wouldn’t have known exactly how to classify them. Sorta childhood friends through her brother, turned business rivals who had absolutely incendiary chemistry when they let it loose, which was almost never. Yeah, that wasn’t unclear at all.

Sarcasm. Kady’s second-favorite –asm.

“They look good on you,” she said.

His eyebrow arched over one lens.

Annnd that was sexy, too. “What? I’m being serious.” It was a testament to just how hot those damn glasses were that she was just now noticing that his pants hung loose on his hips as if he hadn’t buttoned his fly.

“Well, thanks.” He dropped a toothbrush and contact case into his bag.

“Ha,” she said with a big smile. “You said it to me. That right there ought to earn me the win on this bet.”

“If only that was the bet that we made. Which it wasn’t.” He stretched out on the bed again, and the position confirmed the accuracy of her suspicion about his pants. A good inch separated the button from its hole, and the top of the zipper was down. He was the devil. Really, he was. When he twisted to retrieve the remote control off the nightstand, the gap widened, flashing her a glimpse of black boxers.

White undershirt. Dark-framed glasses. Sneak peeks at black boxers. Really? How much more was a girl supposed to be able to take before she either spontaneously combusted or found a shower with a removable showerhead?

She scooped up her purse and Colton’s shirt off the back of the chair. “See what’s on while I change,” she said. He nodded and started surfing channels, but she could’ve sworn she felt the heat of his gaze on her back.

In the bathroom, she quickly shed her blouse and bra and slid into the white cotton. And good God, it smelled like Colton. She pulled the collar to her nose and breathed him in. The masculine scent reached down into her belly and stirred things up until she found herself fantasizing about pressing her face, her nose, her tongue to his throat. For starters.

The thought had her glancing to the shower. No removable showerhead. The inhumanity.

Colton’s dress shirt was so big on Kady that she had to roll up the sleeves twice just to free her hands. Despite the fact that the shirttail hung past her butt, she wasn’t ready to walk out there with nothing between her and those glasses but the black satin bikini underwear she had on, so the skirt stayed, for now. Next, she brushed her teeth using the travel set she always kept in her purse—thank God—and brushed her hair, then she threw it up in a bun and stuck a pencil into it to keep it in place. She finished by washing her face and hands and refusing to give an ounce of thought to how Colton would think she looked.

They were just friends. It didn’t matter.

“Find anything?” she asked as she walked out into the main room. She dropped her purse onto the chair where she’d been working and hung her blouse over the back. She’d have to travel in it tomorrow so she wanted it to be at least somewhat presentable.

“Come look,” he said.

She turned and drank him in. Tight shirt. Glasses. Flash of boxers. Check, check, and check. Colton gestured toward the TV. Oh, right. Kady sat on the edge of the bed and kept her face forward so he couldn’t see the blush that had to be filling her cheeks, if the rising heat there was any indication. Her inability to ignore her attraction to him clearly revealed a couple things, though. First, that she still found him incredibly appealing. Second, that she wasn’t quite as over him as she’d told herself she was. And, third, that she was desperately in need of a good orgasm—and her body obviously recognized in him the one person guaranteed to make that happen.

“Let me know if something catches your eye,” he said.

Something has caught my eye, all right, but it isn’t in that box on the other side of the room. Stop it, Kady! She sighed. “Okay.” Honestly, there wasn’t much on that interested her, so before long her mind wandered to the book in her laptop case. She never traveled without reading material. Often, she read on an app on her phone, but she’d adored this particular story so much she’d bought the paperback, too.