Dare to Resist (Wedding Dare, #0.5)(27)

A flush ran over her chin from her cheeks down her neck to her chest, where the luscious mounds of her breasts jutted out from her position. “Fuck me. I want you to f*ck me.”

His cock jerked inside her. “How do you want it?”

“However you want to give it to me,” she rushed out.

Colton gave a satisfied chuckle. “Brace your arms on the counter.”

Kady moved like her life depended on it, and her urgent need escalated his.

Grasping her hips, he withdrew almost all the way to the tip and then slid all the way in again, a soft, teasing stroke just to allow them to get the feel of each other. The next stroke was just as slow on the withdrawal, but he snapped his hips and drove back in, shoving her whole body forward. More of those hard, punctuated thrusts followed, knocking a moan out of her every time.

It was all the adjustment he could allow her before the heat in his head and his chest and his gut demanded total abandon. Colton grabbed her hips and f*cked her hard and fast. Her rhythmic moans turned constant at the harsh pace. Wanting her absolutely wild, he angled his thrusts to hit her G-spot. Now that he knew she was capable of coming so forcefully, he wanted her doing it on him again and again. With his other hand, he reached around and massaged her breast and pinched and rolled her nipple. And then he wrenched her up into an almost-standing position, one hand across her breasts, the other dragging down to find her clit. He circled his fingers there and she screamed.

Her orgasm fisted at his cock and her slick wetness coated him. “Fuck, yeah,” he roared, fighting back his own release. He wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot.

“Oh, God, Colton,” she said in a low, wrung-out voice.

“I want you under me,” he said as he pulled out and kicked his pants off the rest of the way. He turned her around, then he lifted her into a fireman’s carry over his shoulder.

She let out an indignant cry and beat at his back. “Put me down!”

Colton chuckled and swatted her on the ass. Kady screamed and laughed as he threw her onto the bed and crawled up over her, his hips and legs pinning hers, his hands manacles around her wrists. “You’re mine.” He grasped his cock, forced her thighs apart, and slid home again. “This body. This *. Mine.”

“Yes, yes,” she said, her mouth dropping open and her eyes closing.

“Tell me, Kady. Mean it.” Still holding her wrists, he f*cked her in an alternating pattern of fast and shallow and slow and deep.

“I’m yours, Colton. Make me yours.” She lifted her head, seeking a kiss, and he was only too happy to give her what she wanted. It was rough and possessive and f*cking delicious.

Halting his movement when he was buried deep, Colton pushed her legs down straight and carefully slid his thighs on the outside of hers. The length of his cock kept him inside her even with her hips forced flat by the position, which ensured that he rolled over her no doubt over-sensitized clit with every stroke. He pushed her arms up straight above her head and held her there, completely flat and trapped beneath him. Damn, this was where he wanted her to stay forever.

“Oh my God,” she moaned when he started to move, making sure to grind against her with every thrust. Sex filled the air, their scent, the wet sound of their f*cking, the slap of skin on skin, and harsh, panting breaths.

Slamming his hips down on hers, he knew he was probably going to bruise her with his hip bones, and he f*cking loved the idea that she’d wear him on her skin, too. That days later, she’d see the evidence of their lovemaking and think of him.

Lovemaking. Was that were they were doing? You really have to ask that, Colton?

No. Not really.

And that realization shoved him hard toward his orgasm. He released her arms and curled his hands around the top of her head, giving him leverage to drive into her hard and fast. Her arms came around him, gripping and clawing and holding him. Damn, how he hoped she marked him, too.

Hunching himself around her, Colton kissed her with his eyes wide open. She did the same, seeming to understand his unspoken command. They sucked and licked and bit at each other as he f*cked her. “You’re going to make me come. Where do you want it?” he asked.

Her hands slid down and squeezed his ass. “Inside. Don’t leave me.”

The words kicked him in the spine and had him driving into her. If he was going to come in her, he was going to be as deep as possible. In a fast motion, he slid his knees between hers again and lifted her legs up so high she was nearly bent in half. One arm holding her leg, he braced his weight on the other against her collarbone. “Here it comes,” he rasped, feeling her swallow beneath his hand.

On his second thrust, Kady came. Her face crumpled in pleasure and her * went painfully tight and maddeningly wet around his cock.

Colton’s orgasm plowed through him and he jerked and poured himself inside her. “Fuck, Kady,” he growled, moving helplessly through the almost-violent release.

The minute it was over, the haze of aggression fled from Colton’s mind. It was always that way, as if a pressure valve had been opened and drained. Until the next time.

He kissed her once, twice, gently and reverently. The smile of satisfaction she wore reached through his sternum and grasped his heart.

Easing up off of her, Colton slowly withdrew as a rock took up residence in his gut. He didn’t want this to be the only time. He didn’t want this to end at all. Rubbing her hip, he said, “Stay right here for a minute.” He slipped off the bed.