Resisting Her

CHAPTER 26

Cole had gotten rid of Marissa and Liam after breakfast, then he’d carried Savannah back to bed. She had begged him to let her shower first, and he’d finally released her. “Try and make it a quick one.”

As she stood in front of the large mirror waiting for the water to heat, Savannah looked at the nude reflection before her. Her chest was high and perky, her stomach soft, but mostly flat, her thighs a bit bigger than she would have liked, but she couldn’t deny that for the first time — maybe ever — she felt beautiful.

Whenever Cole looked at her, a certain flush caused her cheeks to glow, her stomach to flutter, and she felt completely wanted and desirable. But last night was the first time he’d acted on the desire she’d sensed burned inside him too. She was happy and relieved to see that the harsh light of morning, and Marissa’s pointed stares, hadn’t done anything to dampen his interest. As soon as the front door had closed on their overnight guests, Cole had pulled her mouth to his, his hands settling on her hips. They’d kissed softly, deeply, unlike the frenzied storm of last night, while he walked her backwards down the hallway towards his bedroom. Then he’d lifted her as though she weighed nothing at all and placed her carefully in the center of the bed and just looked at her.

Savannah tucked away the memory of hunger burning in his dark gaze and stepped under the stream of water.

The blissfully hot spray cascaded down her body and, even though she wanted to stand there and enjoy the warmth, she found herself rushing, if only to get back Cole a little quicker. She lathered her hair with the pink grapefruit shampoo and then tipped her head to rinse the suds. After working the conditioner through her long strands, she stepped out of the direct spray of the water to soap up her body from head to toe. Once she was sure she was clean, she rinsed her hair and shut off the water. It was only then she noticed a large form on the other side of the glass. Her heart flew into her throat. “Cole!” She grabbed a towel from the hook and quickly wrapped it around herself. “You scared me. How long were you watching me?”

He looked down sheepishly. Savannah’s gaze followed his. Oh my. His large erection pressed against the thin cotton pants. “Long enough,” he muttered, his voice thick.

She smiled and her heart began to slow. She grabbed a second towel to wrap around her dripping hair.

“I’m just going to jump in quick.” Cole gave her a kiss and then stepped out of his pajama pants and into the shower.

The idea of watching Cole shower was more appealing than going to get dressed, and she stood there momentarily distracted by the streams of water running down his lean body, over the lines of his six-pack abs, and she shivered. Her gaze wandered lower. He was still half-hard and she felt herself growing warm all over.
 

Wanting to step under the water with him, she made herself flee the bathroom and darted to the guest room. She dressed in panties and a tank top and partially dried her hair so it didn’t turn into a crazy frizzy mess. Then she waited for him in his bed.

She pulled the sheets around her body and snuggled in to his pillow, inhaling his scent with each breath. Cole emerged a few minutes later, his skin still damp and glistening with tiny droplets of water, and a white towel fastened around his hips.

“You better not have gotten dressed under there,” he whispered, leaning down to plant a kiss on her mouth.

She swallowed. “You’ll just have to come find out.” If this is what flirting was like, sign her up. Cole made her feel alive and deliriously happy, like all her senses were heightened and she would never stop smiling. But she didn’t have much time to examine her feelings, because he let the towel drop from his hips and stood before her, fully hard and insanely hot. Savannah gave in, throwing back the blankets and crawling across the bed until she was face to face with his manhood. Kneeling on all fours, she aligned her mouth with his waiting cock. He looked down and stroked her jaw. Savannah placed sweet kisses along the head and shaft, but when her tongue darted out to taste the tip, his hips jerked forward and he let out a groan. Enjoying having him completely at her mercy, Savannah wrapped a hand around his base and slipped her mouth around him, sliding back and forth.

He cursed and buried his hands in her hair. She began losing herself in his pleasure, rocking her hips and adding little moans of her own.

Cole’s hand moved from her hair, trailing down her back and cupped her ass. His fingers found their way inside her panties to her damp center. He massaged that spot he seemed to instinctually know brought her pleasure. She gasped and rocked against his hand, while continuing to pleasure him with her mouth.

Savannah was soon soaking wet and ready, and Cole’s firm hand on her jaw brought her back to reality, if only for a second. She lifted her eyes to his, her mouth still full of him. “F*ck, that’s a pretty sight.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb, and watched in reverence as she continued her slow, steady movements. The desire etched into his features was about to undo her.

Cole suddenly lifted her, situating her so she was on her back so fast she wasn’t even sure what had happened. He peeled off her panties and then he was on top of her, pushing her tank top up to kiss her breasts.

“Are you sure you’re not too sore?” His eyes flicked up to hers while he planted damp kisses all along her chest and in between her breasts.


She knew what she wanted, and it wasn’t to discuss that. She wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him in closer. “Cole. Condom. Now.”

He chuckled against her throat and released her only long enough to fumble at the nightstand. She heard the sound of a package crinkling and then he was back to kissing her. Their mouths moved together in a frantic collision of gliding tongues and subtle moans.

Cole lifted himself off of her just enough to reach between them. His eyes stayed locked on hers as he positioned himself at her entrance and gently pushed forward. She wrapped both legs around his back, locking her ankles and angled up to meet his careful thrusts.

He planted a soft kiss on her mouth and pushed forward again, slipping inside her in a blinding sensation of heat and fullness. Her back arched from the bed and he tucked his face in against her throat, kissing and murmuring sweet things … how good she felt … how beautiful she was.

Savannah squeezed her eyes closed and matched his pace, forcing her hips up off the bed to angle towards his.

His mouth was everywhere—near her ear so she could hear his throaty gasps, on her neck, kissing and nibbling against her tender flesh, covering hers in a scorching hot kiss. She writhed underneath him, heading closer and closer to ecstasy with every brutal thrust, each sweet kiss. “Cole,” she moaned, lifting her hips to his one final time as wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her core.

He slowed his pace, seeming to understand her need to ride out the intense burst of pleasure for as long as she possibly could. She released a final groan and scraped her nails down his back as she grasped at something to hold onto, something to ground her.

Cole took her hands, pinning them above her head and increased his rhythm, pounding into her at a steady pace until she felt his entire body stiffen and jerk, and she knew he had found his release, too.

He collapsed next to her in a heap, pulling her body to his so that her back was pressed to his front. He draped a heavy arm around her waist, anchoring her to his chest. Savannah closed her eyes and released a soft sigh, feeling safe and happier than she ever remembered.

Kendall Ryan's books