Dare to Resist (Wedding Dare, #0.5)(18)

Holy shit.

He needed more light. And some privacy.

Turning out all the lamps in the bedroom to encourage Kady to stay asleep, he found the bathroom in the dark, quietly secured the door, and flicked on the light switch. He flipped the toilet lid down and sat.

Letting the book fall open by itself again, Colton started reading at the top of page sixty and couldn’t tear his gaze away. It was all about the fighter trying to scare an interested woman away by coming on hard and strong. He’d tried to warn her away from him several times before, but since that hadn’t worked, he was taking it up a notch. In the alley that led to one of the underground fight clubs, he got all in her space, barked questions and taunts at her, handled her roughly, and exposed her body by tugging her skirt up over her hips. When none of that seemed to chase her off, he yanked down her panties with a threat to f*ck her right there in the alley where anyone coming to or leaving from the fight might see them. Imagine the guy’s shock when he not only found her dripping wet but heard her beg him to do it.

Problem was, he liked the woman. He didn’t want anyone else seeing her. And he wasn’t convinced she understood that this behavior wasn’t a game for him. It was who he was. What he did. What he needed. Instead, he roughly re-dressed her and handed her a card with an address. As he walked off, he challenged her to show up there in two nights, but only if she was sure she wanted and could handle the kind of sex he dished out.

Colton’s hand was shaking as he turned the page.

Kady Dresco reads books about rough sex.

“Jesus,” he whispered, the room spinning around him. He flipped a bunch of pages looking for the couple’s next meeting, and finally just let the book fall open where it wanted. Annnd bingo.

He skimmed until he found the point at which the woman arrived at the address, found a note that said only “Come in” taped to the door, and entered the apartment. The lighting inside was dim and the place was quiet and still. She called out his name as she slowly moved around the space.

Out of nowhere, he was on her. He grabbed her from behind and hauled her tight up against the front of his body, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other strapped across her breasts and securing her arms.

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?”

Whimpering under his hand, she nodded, her heart racing and body vibrating with arousal. Four different times, he’d told her that she didn’t want any part of what he had to offer. But when she was in his presence, she felt more alive than she had in years. The gritty rasp of his voice was like water, and the harsh press of his touch like air. Her body recognized in him something it needed very much, and she had to know one way or the other what he was, what he did, and whether she liked it.

“Do you understand what’s about to happen here?” he asked, grinding his cock against her ass. “And I don’t mean f*cking. You walked through that door. That’s a given.” When she nodded again, he slid his hand from her mouth to her throat and said, “Tell me.”

She swallowed hard and licked her lips. “You’re going to be rough with me,” she whispered.

His chuckle was hot in her ear and full of malice. “I’m going to be very rough with you. You can’t handle it at any point, you say the word ‘sunrise.’ I’ll stop immediately, and you’ll walk out that door and never come back. Understand?”

Heat roared through her body. A slippery wetness already pooled between her legs and he’d barely touched her. “Yes.”

Before the word was even fully formed, he shoved her forward, his grip still tight across her breasts, and pushed her down over the short end of the console table behind the living room couch. “Hands behind your back,” he said, his hand anchoring itself around the back of her neck, forcing her chest and face against the cold, hard surface. He stood right in front of her face, which the height of the table perfectly aligned with his crotch. He undid his belt and tugged the buttons apart, baring his cock and letting it fall free against her cheek. “If you want it anywhere else, you’ll take it here first. All of it.”

As his eyes scanned over the demanding blow job that followed, Colton tugged his fingers through his hair, his thoughts in an utter whirl of cognitive dissonance, his body so tight with arousal and need that it was nearly painful.

He sat reading Kady’s apparent favorite scenes for so long that his butt fell asleep.

Every explanation he imagined for not just her possession of this kind of story but her obvious repeated reading of it seemed more impossible than the last. That she was just curious? Maybe. That she was fascinated by it? Possibly. That it turned her on and got her off? Boggle. That she wanted to try this for herself or already had someone who gave her this kind of sex?

Possessiveness and protectiveness roared through Colton’s blood and hauled him onto his feet so he could pace the length of the small space. He held the book in a death grip until he finally dropped it to the counter. Bracing both hands against the edge, Colton leaned forward, dropped his head, and closed his eyes. His breathing was rough and he forced a deep in-and-out that failed to calm.

Break it down, Colton. Right.

On some level, Kady was interested in the kind of sex that was normal for Colton, the kind he never thought in a million years she’d go for. How interested was a complete unknown.

What else?

If she was actually interested, that removed a major f*cking excuse he’d always had for keeping his hands off. God knew he didn’t want to corrupt her, scare her, or hurt her. Ever. But if this was her thing? That changed everything.