Dare to Resist (Wedding Dare, #0.5)(26)

Kady blew every one of his fantasies entirely out of the water. Brave, daring, willing to give herself over to the pursuit of absolute abandon, he found her appealing in ways he never even knew to imagine.

She’d talked about wanting him to see her. Well, today, right now? He realized how damned much he’d been wanting—no, needing—someone to see him, too. See him and accept him for everything that he was. And not just someone. Her. Kady.

And, damnit, she got him. He could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, feel it in her touch.

Kady’s eyes darted to the side, and Colton smiled inwardly. She was thinking about running again. Do it, Kady. I dare you. “Keep me waiting one more second and I’m going to make you sorry.” When she still didn’t move, Colton grabbed her arm and dragged her stumbling toward the bed. He’d been keeping an eye on her throughout this whole thing—a very close eye—and everything he saw told him that what they were doing turned her on and got her off.

Damnit all to hell, but Kady Dresco was perfect for him in every way—including her smart mouth—and she’d been right in front of him all this time. Realization and certainty crashed into him—he’d never find someone better suited to him. And he didn’t even want to look.

Colton was caught up deep enough in his thoughts that when he released her and shoved her onto the mattress, he wasn’t prepared for her to use the momentum of his push to scrabble across the bed.

She tossed him a challenging glance as she bolted off the other side, smiling and laughing.

Colton felt the grin crawl up his face. Damn if he didn’t love her playfulness. “Aw, you are going to pay for that.” He shot around the bottom of the bed and took off after her. He easily caught up as she dashed into the bathroom, then stalked her until her sweet little ass came up against the countertop.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, smiling and shaking her head and trying to flatten herself against the tile.

“Too late for that,” he said, still wearing that grin. “See, I was going to give you the soft warmth of the bed, but maybe this suits you more.” He claimed her mouth in a hard kiss. Kady literally melted into him and moaned like he was the water she needed to drink.

Her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and slid into his hair, tugging and pulling and scratching in a way that drove him wild. She wrenched her mouth away. “Please.”

“I like it when you beg.” He whirled her around, tore off his T-shirt, and pushed her upper body forward until she hovered over the counter. Frustrated by the clothing that separated them, he slid off her skirt, undid his pants, and shoved everything down around his thighs. Then he caught her by the arms. “Want to watch me f*ck you?” he asked, his blood scalding hot with the need to bury himself deep.

Kady bit down on her lip and nodded. “I’d love that.”

That made two of them. But Colton was also very conscious that this was their first time together. Even though they were playing and he knew she was completely into it, he couldn’t be rough about this moment.

Taking himself in hand, he aligned his head with her opening—

He wrenched back. “Goddamnit. Let me get a condom.”

Kady blinked as if pulling herself from a fog. “I’m on birth control,” she said. “And I’m healthy.”

Going bareback inside her was a f*cking dream he never thought he’d experience. “I’m clean, too, Kady. But are you sure?”

She nodded. “I trust you. Now, please.”

Satisfaction roared through him. He tugged her upward so he could speak right into her ear and met her gaze in the mirror. “Tell me you want me inside you, Kady. Tell me you want me so deep I might never find my way back out again.” Intense pressure bloomed inside his chest. He was well aware he was asking for more than her confirmation that she wanted his cock.

She leaned her cheek against his. “I do, Colton. I want you inside me. I want you everywhere.” Maybe it was wishful thinking, but the look on her beautiful face told him her answer was bigger than just this moment, too.

And it was all he needed to hear. Still holding her arms behind her back, Colton bent his knees, tilted her hips, and slid his cock into her tight, wet heat. “Fuck, you are so small. Don’t let me hurt you,” he growled.

“You won’t.” She moaned and bore down on him, taking him in deeper.

Colton wanted to hold back, to resist, but she was too damn hot and wet and good. And his need for her could only be denied so long. He bottomed out inside her, his balls settling against her sensitive flesh. “That’s a good girl, taking all of my cock.” He bit down on the soft tendon that ran between her neck and her shoulder. Against his stomach, her hands fisted and unfisted, her nails scratching his skin.

“Please, please move. God, you have to move.” Molten green eyes pleaded with him in the mirror. Her hips wiggled and tried to make him.

Colton groaned. “Oh, yeah, Kady. You f*ck me.” He loosened his grip so she could move. Because of the way he restrained her arms, she could only do so a little, and her growing frustration reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. He let her struggle for another moment and then tugged her back against him. “What do you want?”

“You.”

Colton held himself still, hand around her throat—an excruciating feat of discipline. His cock absolutely throbbed for the need to move. “Give me the words and tell me what you want me to do.”