Dare to Resist (Wedding Dare, #0.5)(24)

Kady smiled as heat filled her cheeks. “Yeah, I like that.”

“Everything we’re talking about, and you blush when I reference your book,” he said, running his knuckles over her cheek. “So damn pretty. How about ‘monsoon’ to slow things down? Would those work for you?”

“Look at you being all sentimental,” she said. But she actually loved it. She knew from her reading that the words were supposed to be things you wouldn’t normally say so as not to accidentally blurt them out and interrupt what was happening. But these words did the double duty of also reminding them of this place, this weekend, this moment.

He smiled and winked. “I think this occasion warrants it, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said with a smile of her own, really loving having sweet, playful Colton back again. “I really do.”

“So what are your words?” he asked, looking her in the eye.

“‘Monsoon’ asks you to slow down or back off. And ‘sunshine’ makes everything stop if there’s a problem.”

“Good,” he said, his expression satisfied and eager. “Any other questions?”

She shook her head, lust-drenched dizziness threatening.

He arched a brow. “You sure? Because once we start I am going to be all over you.”

Yes, please! “I’m sure,” she managed.

“Good. Then that’s enough talking for now.”

Kady’s heartbeat tripped into a sprint. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to do, but her instinct said to try to get away from him. To play the kind of games she loved in her books. In the book he’d just read. She pressed her back up against the closet and dragged herself out of his hold.

The satisfaction and challenge that slid into Colton’s expression spiked arousal and heightened her confidence. Slowly stepping around him like he could strike at any moment, Kady gave him a wide berth, then suddenly bolted to the left, past the bathroom door and into the bedroom. Running as fast as she could, she beelined for the door. Exhilaration shot through her as she heard him give chase.

Her hand just twisted the knob when his reached over her shoulder and held the door closed. A split second behind, his body collided with hers and trapped her against the cold metal.

He quickly threw the dead bolt and kissed the back of her neck. “Where do you think you’re going?” he growled and rubbed the bulge of his cock against her ass. “God, Kady, that you’re willing to play with me like this makes me so hard.”

She moaned at the feel of his body and the urgent need in his voice. “Colton,” she whispered.

He forced her to turn around.

With precision flicks of his fingers, he unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it down her arms, then made quick work of her bra.

“So pretty,” he whispered as he leaned down and fondled and kissed her breasts. First one, then the other. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, she unleashed a needful cry. “Like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

For long minutes, he worshipped and tortured her breasts until Kady thought her body might melt. “Let’s see what else you like. On your knees,” he said, pressing on her shoulders and urging her down.

Kady sank to the floor, her body wedged between his muscular thighs and the motel room door. A sharp thrill made her stomach feel like she’d crested the highest hill on a roller coaster. Despite that incredibly hot night three years ago, she’d never before seen Colton’s cock. She could barely breathe for the anticipation of seeing him, touching him, sucking him.

“Take me out and taste me,” he said.

Oh, yes. The commands were like little shots of aphrodisiac, each one causing a slow burn on its own, but together, able to ignite something absolutely incendiary. She squeezed her thighs together to provide some friction for her aching clit as she unfastened his dress pants and pulled them and his boxers down far enough to free him.

Nearly panting, she took him in hand. Colton’s groan was the sweetest victory. He was hot and thick and long and she reveled in the lubrication that his own pre-come provided as she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him. Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue around his head before finally sucking him in.

“Such a hot little mouth.” His fingers plowed into her hair and held the back of her head. He didn’t force her, but the threat of it was there. Instead, he gave her time to learn him, explore him, find a rhythm that combined her hands and mouth. Little groans and gritty curses spilled out of him, and Kady would’ve sucked him off all day just to hear the sounds he made. “Take it slower, deeper.”

Gripping his thighs with her hands, she inhaled a deep breath, and pushed her face forward into his groin as far as she could.

Colton grabbed her by the back of the head and the jaw, taking control of her movement and filling her throat with his cock. “Oh, God. Hold it, hold it, hold it. Yes.” He released her and Kady gasped for air. “Again,” he ground out, and she impaled her mouth on his cock, her lips wrapped around the base, and fought the instinct to pull back. “That’s a f*cking hungry little mouth, isn’t it? Look at me.”

Tilting her head as much as she could with her mouth full of him, she met his gaze. Dark eyes on fire, mouth open, chest heaving. He was f*cking gorgeous.