Free Dare to Resist (a Wedding Dare novella) (Entangled Brazen) by Laura Kaye

you understand what’s about to happen here?” he asked, grinding his cock against her ass. “And I don’t mean fucking. 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 fucking 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.
    Didn’t it? Or maybe not. Because it didn’t alleviate his concerns about what Tyler would think if he ever learned what Colton was like. Granted, Colton wasn’t a kiss-and-tell type of guy and these days, Tyler was often away saving the world one patient at a time, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t hear something through the grapevine.
    Kady’s interest also didn’t resolve his concerns about where something between them might lead if he actually gave it a chance. He wouldn’t want to lose her over a night of great sex, that was for damn sure. Which argued for giving something more real, more lasting a fair shake. But that required opening himself up to the possibility that an affair could turn into a relationship that would become serious . Could he deal with that? Because if he couldn’t, then what this book meant to her should mean absolutely nothing to him.
    Easier said than done. The thought of another man—any other man—roughing her up, holding her down, or fucking her until her legs could no longer bear her weight made him