Resistance by K Larsen Read Free Book Online

moment by saying something dumb. I don’t know her at all but I want her all the more because of that.
    Then a thought slams into me .
    A simple kiss .
    It can make or break two people , really. Just before the hotel, I pipe up, “We should probably kiss first.” I tug her to a stop. She stares at me quizzically.
    Her bottom lip is sucked between her teeth as she stares up at me .
    Sexy.
    “What if I don’t want to kiss at all?” she retorts finally. She's all sass. It makes me hard. So hard. Who is this chick?
    “I’d say you’re lying.” I tangle my fingers in her hair .
    Soft .
    Like cashmere .
    Honeysuckle perfume wafts from her in small puffs. It’s a great smell on her. Her hands grip my arms with strength and she looks wide-eyed but still playful. She’s taunting me. Lowering my head, I lick her bottom lip before drawing it out.
    Heat .
    Shit .
    I didn't expect to feel a connection. I work my lips over hers, our tongues mingling. My dick is painfully hard .
    From a kiss .
    I’m a sucker .
    S.U.C.K.E.R .
    But her lips are divine. I’m not going to stop. I drop one hand from her hair down to the small of her back and pull her tightly to me. I need more. I want to feel more. Her fingers stroke the back of my neck at my hairline. She nips my bottom lip before smoothing it with her tongue. She plays with my lip ring, tugging on it playfully , and I groan.
    She’s fire.
    Her hips press into mine. I pull back.
    “Let’s check in ,” I all but pant. Her face is flushed with color and her eyes look dazed and confused.
    Good .
    Mission accomplished .
    She nods her response and looks away. Her face drops ever so slightly. Distance, a gaping chasm of it , forms between us. She's withdrawing. I do it all the time. Put up the protective barrier. Fight feelings. Well, good for her. I can’t wait to make her come. I can't wait to hear my name screamed from her lips. Fuck sloppy and disappointing. I’m not rushing this tonight. We will both get what we want, how we want.

 
     
    Chapter 5

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    The room is quiet as we enter. Just our breathing can be heard. Unsteady breaths. I’m nervous. She’s different somehow. I just can’t figure out why. I watch as she walks to the TV and clicks it on.
    “I have rules ,” she states simply. I don’t answer. I don’t think she really wants an answer. I wait. “No chitchat. No snuggling after. Don’t bother trying to pretend to make love to me. This is fucking. Got it?” She turns, hands on hips, and waits with her head cocked to the side.
    “Yes ,” I huff.
    She’s bossy. I like it .
    She flicks through the TV channels until settling on one of the music stations.
    Electronic. Interesting. Turning to me, her hands skim the hem of her shirt and with a quick motion it’s tugged off. Her bra goes next , followed by her pants. Her eyes never leave mine. It’s as if she’s sizing me up, taking stock of my reaction.
    Control, I realize. She needs it .
    It’s very apparent in her movements, her demeanor. Just panties. Plain white cotton panties. Somehow I’ve never seen anything more attractive. Her body is toned and muscled. A faint scar mars the skin at her waist on her right. A longer , jagged one near her belly button. I want to touch them. Kiss them. She faces me in nothing but those damn cotton panties.
    Hot .
    Her lips move almost imperceptibly. I squint to focus on them better. It looks like she’s counting. I advance on her slowly. I’m worried that if I move too quickly she might just vanish into a cloud of smoke. Her body language screams dominan ce, confident control, rage, even. But her eyes, her eyes scream with sorrow and defiance. The two emotions clash, making it hard to read her. I can see what she thinks she needs and I know what I’m going to give her instead.
    “Kneel ,” I state gruffly, my decision made. Her eyes widen before narrowing. I run a fingertip from her shoulder to her hip along her ribs. “Kneel,” I repeat firmly. She flashes