Page 37 of Resist

Ordinarily, she felt threatened by large men because the issue of size left her at a disadvantage. She was five foot four, and she weighed a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. She might be scrappy, and she might swing a hell of a bat, but there was only so much she could do to defend herself against someone larger and stronger. As last night had proven.

She wasn’t threatened by Coulton though. Even now as his hands drifted lower, cupping her ass, she didn’t feel an ounce of fear. She shifted onto her tiptoes, allowing him to lift her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist, her back supported by the cool glass of the window.

Ainsley moaned, a low sound coming from the back of her throat, when Coulton pressed his crotch against hers, letting her feel the large bulge beneath his jeans.

As their bodies melded together, they looked at each other. She expected Coulton to resume the kissing, but instead, his gaze remained locked on hers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his expression matching his tone, almost making her believe he meant it.

“You don’t have to say things like that.” She ran one hand down his chest as she gave him a playful grin. “I’m definitely going to sleep with you.”

She expected Coulton to laugh, so she worried when he scowled instead.

Too many times, it felt like she and Coulton spoke different languages. Though when she considered that, she realized she was using the wrong word because it wasn’t a language barrier so much as a cultural one. While she didn’t know a great deal about his upbringing, she’d heard enough to know it was quite different from hers. As such, their reactions never seemed to quite line up.

“That’s not a line, Ainsley,” he insisted. “Youarebeautiful.”

Don’t fall for it.

Guys only say stuff like that because they want to get in your pants.

This Ainsley is wiser…stronger…

This is just going to be one night.

Tomorrow she was walking away. She had to.

Rather than reply, she lifted her face, placing several kisses on his jaw, his beard scratchy yet soft at the same time.

Coulton began kissing the side of her neck again, until he found her earlobe. He nipped at it playfully, teasing her earrings with his teeth, and she squeaked.

“Are we going to move this party to the bedroom?”

Coulton rested his forehead on hers. “Still trying to decide. Sort of like the idea of stripping you naked and fucking you against this window.”

“That,” she said breathlessly. “Do that.”

He chuckled but made no move to release her or take off her clothing. “Or maybe I should bend you over the back of the couch, drive into you from behind while those gorgeous tits of yours bounce against the cushions.”

“Changed my mind,” she whispered. “That one.”

“Or I could always carry you to my room, tie you spread-eagle to my bed, and go down on you until you come on my tongue a dozen times, begging me to take you.”

“Shit. Too many decisions.”

He grinned wickedly. “Who said I was going to letyouchoose?”

Well, that was ridiculously hot. And also a challenge.

Ainsley tightened her grip, scaling the mountain of him, just as she’d fantasized about, until her lips brushed the shell of his ear. “All of it. I want all of it.”

“As you wish.” Coulton released her ass, slowly guiding her down his body until she was standing on her own two feet again.

After that, it was on.

He quickly divested her of her shirt and bra, her jeans and panties only seconds behind. Then the two of them worked together to undress him, Ainsley unfastening his jeans as he tugged his shirt over his head.

She was momentarily distracted by his chest. She’d seen him shirtless last night, but she hadn’t been in the best frame of mind to fully appreciate the view. Right now, she was going to take her time and savor. After all, she needed to catalog and file this away for future spank bank material.

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