Dare to Resist (Wedding Dare, #0.5)(16)
It was an erotic romance—super dark—about an underground boxer who was shamelessly unself-conscious about the kind of sex he enjoyed—rough, really rough. The kind of sex that left fingerprint marks on arms and wrists, and bruises from pounding hip bones on the soft flesh of the thigh, and tenderness in the ass cheeks that made it hard to sit comfortably for days. The kind of sex that involved harsh words and hot taunts rasped in the ear, and the overpowering of the woman’s body, and even role-playing involving force.
Kady had reread it so much that the pages fell open to her favorite scenes. Truth be told, she was shocked by how much the darkness thrilled her—so shocked she’d never even shared her growing interest and curiosity with her girls. But there was absolutely no denying it did. Maybe her interest in this explained her inability to orgasm with the men she’d dated. Maybe her experiences had all been too sweet and tender to get her there. Maybe it had nothing to do with Colton’s wonder powers after all.
Thinking about the book made her yearn to build a little pillow fort against the headboard and curl up with it for a few hours, but no way she was reading that in front of Colton. For one thing, this book made her way too hot. For another, Colton would probably have the mother of all freak-outs if he knew that this was what turned her on. And if he ever told her brother? Oh, God. No. Nope. Not taking that chance.
“I don’t really see anything,” she said. “Do you?”
He shook his head, got up, and retrieved his laptop. “Netflix to the rescue,” he said.
He lay down on his stomach and settled the computer at the top of the bed. As Kady shifted to stretch out next to him, she couldn’t help taking a good, long look at Colton’s ass. The looseness of his waistband had tugged the dark fabric down, exposing the dimples in his muscular lower back. God, he was a work of art. Really.
She lay down and tried not to think of her bedmate’s well-sculpted butt.
“Oh, here we go,” Colton said. “How about Office Space?”
“Oh my God, I love that movie.” Kady grabbed a pillow, folded it in half and propped up her head so she could see the monitor. “I’m gonna need you to go ahead and come in tomorrow,” she said, mimicking a line in the annoying supervisor’s voice. “Mmkay? Oh, and I almost forgot, ahh, I’m also gonna need you to go ahead and come in on Sunday too, ’kay?”
Colton chuckled. “You clearly have excellent taste in movies.”
“Th—” She swallowed the word.
His eyebrow arched. “Almost,” he said in a low voice that was way too damn sexy.
“Almost nothing,” she said.
He smirked and clicked play, and they settled in as the credits started.
Soon, they were both laughing and saying some of the lines right alongside the movie and taking turns proclaiming their love for this scene or that. Really, you couldn’t work in the computer field and not adore this movie’s championing of the little-guy computer programmers’ plan to swindle money from the evil firm so they’d never have to work again. It was damn near a cult classic.
As nice as sitting with Colton and working had been earlier, this was even nicer. Only rarely did she get to spend time with him when neither her brother nor their professional colleagues were around. And it gave her the opportunity all over again to admire his sharp sense of humor and revel in the sexy rumble of his laughter. All while he wore those glasses and lay two feet away from her on the bed.
Their room might’ve been old and out of style, but this night had turned into a little oasis of paradise in the middle of the Nevada desert. It kinda made Kady feel weird…sad?…that they would part ways again tomorrow afternoon. She mentally ran through her schedule for the next few months and couldn’t readily determine when she’d next see him. And that sucked.
Don’t get attached, Kady.
Right.
Except…
She couldn’t actually think of a time when Colton Brooks hadn’t owned a little piece of her heart. The admission set off a squeezing pang in her chest.
In the back of her mind, Kady could almost hear Regan telling her she was screwed.
When their first movie ended, it was still on the early side, so next they agreed on The Matrix, another movie with a computer programmer/hacker hero, this time set in the future. Kady readjusted her position, getting really tired of the confinement of her skirt, but still feeling strange about parading around in front of Colton in just her panties. “Mind if I get under the covers for this one?” she asked.
Colton’s eyes flared. She could’ve sworn it. “’Course not,” he said.
They got off the bed and folded back the bedspread and sheets, and Kady climbed in. Then she used the cover of the blankets to wiggle out of her skirt. She dropped it on the floor by the bed.
Colton still stood at the side of the bed, watching her.
Her whole body flashed hot. “What?”
He shook his head and lay down on top of the covers. “Nothing. Ready?”
When she nodded, he clicked play and the movie resumed.
She’d been all worried that sharing a bed with Colton would be awkward, but really, she was completely comfortable lying next to him. The only thing that would’ve made it better was if he reached over and tugged her into his chest. Though she was pretty sure that the contact of his cock against her ass—even through clothing—would probably make her spontaneously combust. So maybe the no-man’s-land between them was for the best.