Dare to Resist (Wedding Dare, #0.5)(28)
Staring into the bathroom mirror as he waited for the water to warm, Colton’s mind churned. He wasn’t sure what to do or where they went from here. Even aside from the bullshit in his head, there were logistics to consider. They had jobs and houses in two different places. Could they do a long-distance relationship? Probably. Did he want to? Not at all.
So then, what was his plan?
Chapter Seven
Kady could barely move, and she’d never felt better in her life. God, being with Colton was everything she’d ever hoped and fantasized—and more. Almost her entire life, Colton Brooks had been the man of her dreams, and now she knew he was also capable of providing her with the means of experiencing every desire she had.
Without a doubt, she’d never had a more erotic or more satisfying sexual experience in her life. And more than that, she’d had it with someone she knew and cared about and respected, someone she already clicked with in so many other ways. Even when they drove each other crazy, it was still fun in an exasperating way. She wanted more than just this one moment with Colton, but she had no idea how that might even work—or if Colton would want the same.
She hadn’t forgotten his warning that relationships freaked him out. It made her heart hurt to know that all the crap with his parents had scarred him so badly, but she understood. His parents had come to some of her family’s barbecues and parties when she was a kid, and she’d seen for herself how they’d ignore each other, make snide comments in joking form, or outright criticize each other in front of everyone. And she knew from things Tyler had said and from overhearing her parents’ conversations that what she’d seen had just been the tip of the iceberg.
On a sigh, Kady rolled her head to the side and looked at the clock to find that it was pushing noon. Their ride would be here in three hours to take them to the airport, and they’d get on planes heading in two different directions.
Obviously they could talk on the phone or Skype or email, but an uncomfortable pressure in her chest was demanding she tell him that she wanted more now. Before something happened to burst the bubble they were in. But she also didn’t want to come off as needy or clingy—she didn’t want to do anything to chase his friendship away if that’s all he decided he could give in the end.
Part of her desperately needed to talk to Christine, Regan, and Julie about what’d happened between her and Colton, but part of her wanted to keep it secret, private, just for them. Especially since she didn’t know what it meant. If anything.
Colton returned to the bed, glorious in his nakedness. He was all long, lean muscles and golden skin. A dark smattering of hair covered his chest and led in a trail to his groin, where he was partially erect.
He crawled up between her legs and knelt. “You okay?” he asked, dark eyes boring into hers. “Too rough?”
She smiled, her heart squeezing at the concern in his voice. “I’m great. It was perfect Colton, thank you.” He placed the warm cloth between her legs and she gasped, self-consciousness flooding through her for the first time. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to take care of you,” he said, wiping her clean and escalating the pressure in her chest. He threw the rag to the floor and climbed up behind her. “It was perfect,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and hauled her back against his stomach. “You’re perfect.” He pressed a kiss to her neck and her ear, and Kady turned enough so that he could kiss her on the mouth.
The kiss was sweet and tender, but no less sexy. She cupped the side of his face and stroked her fingers into his short hair. Against her hip, she felt him harden, though he made no move to act on it. Still, it made her smile.
“What?” he asked around the edge of the kiss. She shifted her hip against his length, and he grinned. “Can’t help it when I’m around you. Truth be told, I’ve never been able to help it when I’m around you.”
That made her smile even bigger. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything,” he said, propping his head up on his hand.
“How did you figure out you liked…what we did?”
His fingers dragged over her belly, making small unconscious patterns that tempted her to squirm. “One time when I was on leave in Germany, a group of us went to this sex club with live demonstrations in addition to all the private playing that was going on. Some crazy shit. But there was a very intense BDSM scene going on. And watching it flipped a switch in my brain. You sure you want to know this?”
“Yes. You’re thirty-two and I’m twenty-six, Colton. Both of us have had experiences before today. I can handle it.”
“Okay.” He winked and pressed a kiss to her temple. “A woman saw me watching the scene and one thing led to another. She was a masochist, and frankly wanted more than I could give. But that switch of mine? Actually experiencing this for the first time permanently stuck it in the on position and made me realize that something had always been missing for me.”
Kady totally understood that feeling. Something had definitely been missing for her, too, and now she knew what it was. “Pretty sure the same thing just happened to me.”
Colton quirked a crooked smile, but then his face went serious. “I’m glad it was me.”
“I’m glad it was you, too.” Words sat on the tip of her tongue, but all she could hear was Colton telling her that the idea of long-term relationships freaked him out. She didn’t want to be that woman—the one who had sex and then started planning a wedding.