Resisting Her (26 page)

He joined her on the bed, pulling her hips
closer, causing her entire body to slide down the bed towards him.
She placed a hand on his forearm to stop him.

“Can we…try a different position?” Without
waiting for him to answer, she rolled to her stomach, displaying
that fine little ass for him.
Fuck. Was this girl made just for
him?

“Anything you want, babe,” he said in a low
whisper since all the air was sucked from his lungs at the sight of
her. He trailed a hand down her back, lightly tickling, and
Savannah squirmed in the most enticing way. He straddled her
tightly closed thighs, and Savannah turned her face on the pillow
to watch him. Dropping a kiss to her mouth, her chin, her shoulder,
he took himself in hand and gently stoked his length as it rested
between her buttocks.

She watched him with a hooded gaze, still
squirming beneath him. “Do I need to open my legs?” she asked,
blinking up at him.

He supposed it was an honest question, but
no, he could reach all of her delicious parts just like this, and
she’d feel even tighter with her legs clamped together. “No, baby.
Stay just like you are.”

She swallowed and nodded.

The anticipation of being inside her nearly
killed him. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her
flesh, his thumbs parting her cheeks, so he could see below to her
beautiful little pussy. His cock was rock hard and sliding along
her ass, as if seeking the heat between her legs. Her head remained
turned on the pillow so she could watch him. He met her eyes and
continued rubbing himself along the crease of her ass. Savannah
flinched at the new sensations, and he leaned down to drop a kiss
to her mouth. He wouldn’t take her there. Wouldn’t do anything she
wasn’t ready for. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded, her lips parted and breaths
escaping in quick succession.

He inched forward, watching as the head of
his cock disappeared into her slick, pink flesh. Her hips lifted to
meet his next thrust, sending him deeper. A surge of pleasure
flooded his system, prickling against his spine and a low guttural
groan escaped his throat. His placed a hand on her lower back,
keeping her still. If she was going to work her ass against him
like that, he’d lose it.

Holding her hips steady, he plunged into her,
again and again, his pace quickening as the pleasure became too
much. Savannah was writhing and wiggling underneath him, and each
time he thrust forward, burying himself deep, she let out a small
cry.
Fuck, she was tight.

He gripped her ass in his hands, pushing into
her faster, harder, until both their cries of pleasure were loud
and uncontained. At the last moment, he pulled himself free from
her body, and used his hand to wring the pleasure exploding inside
him onto her buttocks, covering her, marking her. She was his. Now
and forever.

She lay still and breathing hard while Cole
scurried into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to
clean her. Once she was cleaned of the evidence of their
love-making, he lay down beside her, tugging her close and buried
his face in the crook of her neck. They remained that way, their
hearts pounding in a matched rhythm for several minutes, neither of
them willing to break the spell.

Cole eventually eased from the warm cocoon of
her body, so that he could look at her.

A smile passed Savannah’s lips and she
brought her hand to his hair, trying to smooth the disheveled
strands. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth.

She blinked up at him. “You were drunk.”

“I know.” He’d been drunk off his ass, but
Savannah’s presence and that powerful orgasm had sobered him
completely. He’d been drinking to numb the pain, a deep searing
pain that a few hours ago seemed impossible to overcome. “I thought
I’d lost you.” He stoked her hair back from her face, amazed that
she was here in his arms again. “I won’t do anything to fuck this
up. I promise you, Savannah.”

She stayed quiet, letting him hold her. He
waited for her to barrage him with questions, but he supposed after
his admission of the entire story with Abbie earlier, and now
sharing her body with him….did that mean he was forgiven?

“Does this mean you’re giving me another
chance?”

She pressed a kiss to his throat. “Possibly.”
Her voice was coy, but her arms around him felt strong and
sure.

“I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too, Cole.”

Three Years Later

Cole’s hands captured her hips, pulling her
in snuggly so her back rested against his chest. “Enjoying the
party?” his breath whispered across her ear, sending fine tingles
skittering down her spine.

Things had been a little awkward for them
both at the first work function Savannah attended, but now their
relationship wasn’t really much of a
thing
anymore. Only a
few people knew how they first met, and even though Cole’s boss
Norm was one of them, he’d turned a blind eye, taking on a
don’t
ask, don’t tell
philosophy. Cole had tried to explain things to
him once, but Norm had waved him off, saying what he didn’t know
wouldn’t hurt him. Savannah had been to countless work functions
with him since then, and she was pleased to be accepted into the
fold with the other wives. She was younger than most, sure, but
she’d always been mature for her age, so it really wasn’t an
issue.

“Baby?” Cole was still waiting for her
response.

She leaned against him. Her high heels were
pinching her feet, and her panty hose cutting were into her sides,
but she smiled and patted his hand resting on her belly. “I’m fine,
love.”

“And my little daughter… how’s she? Still
turning somersaults in there?” His hand smoothed over the satin of
her dress to caress her swollen belly.

“She had the hiccups after I ate that spicy
crab dip, but she seems fine now.”

He chuckled against her skin and pressed a
damp kiss against the back of her neck. That was one benefit of
having her hair twisted up in a knot. With his hand still on her
belly, he spoke softly in her ear. “I’ll give you a massage when we
get home if you like.”

While other men celebrated nine months of
having a designated driver on hand, Cole hadn’t had so much as a
single drink during her pregnancy. He was a saint—attending every
doctor’s appointment, reading all the baby books and pretty much
waiting on her hand and foot. She’d had a stern talking to him
after he made her breakfast in bed for a month straight and tried
to carry her from room to room. If he’d been protective and
attentive before her pregnancy, he was psychotic mother hen during
it.

He’d calmed down a little since then, but
still insisted on massaging her shoulders, or her feet at the end
of a long day. Savannah didn’t complain. Especially since the
massages usually led to more. Cole had been hesitant at first about
making love to her, limiting their activities to oral sex or
extended make out sessions like they were teenagers, until she’d
gotten the doctor to tell Cole it was safe. Now they were making up
for lost time, for which Savannah was grateful. She found pregnancy
made her highly orgasmic.

The music changed and softened and Cole
swayed with her in his arms. The pregnancy made him deliriously
happy — her too, but she’d always wanted children —he hadn’t been
so sure when they first met. But with Cole’s thirtieth birthday
drawing closer, he became more and more persistent about the idea
of becoming a father. They’d been tempting fate without condoms or
birth control for the last couple of years anyway, but suddenly
Savannah noticed he was asking about her cycles, talking about
timing sex, coming home from the drug store with boxes of pregnancy
tests. She still smiled at the memory. She’d never pictured FBI
agent, alpha-male Cole to be modeling baby carriers in the store,
or checking the thread-count on baby blankets. All the many sides
of this man surprised her. She loved the way he still made her feel
like the most gorgeous woman in the room, instead of the beached
whale she felt like a in the wine-colored evening gown stretching
across her growing belly.

“How are your feet holding up?” he asked,
speaking low near her ear once again.

Cole knew her feet often swelled to the size
of balloons by the end of the night — and that was when they
weren’t stuffed into stiletto heels.

“I’m looking forward to that massage later.”
She didn’t want to complain, knowing he’d insist on whisking her
away.

He lifted the hem of her floor-length gown.
Yep, swollen like sausages. “Why didn’t you say something?”

She shrugged. She hadn’t wanted him to miss
the part of the reception where he was receiving special honors for
his work on a critical case he’d helped solve.

Without another word Cole ushered her through
the crowd, nodding once to Norm on their way toward the exit. He
handed the valet their ticket and soon they were seated in the
darkened cab of his SUV, Cole’s hand resting on her knee. The
infant seat was already installed in the backseat, a full two
months before her due date.

Once inside, Cuddles greeted them in her
customary manner — providing wet kisses to Savannah, and nipping at
Cole’s ankles. They both chuckled and Cole bent and scooped Cuddles
into his arms. “I’ll take her out. Go get comfortable.” He pressed
a kiss to her mouth before heading out the door.

Savannah shed her dress and the offensive
undergarments cutting off her circulation before stretching out on
the bed. Cole returned a few minutes later, and she felt his
presence before she saw him. He stood in the doorway just watching
her. He still held the power to heat her skin with a single look
and she was pretty sure if she was wearing panties, they’d be damp.
“Are you going to join me, or are you going to stand there staring
all night?”

His expression changed, breaking into an easy
smile. “I want to remember you like this.” He crossed the room
toward her. “You are so beautiful, Savannah.”

He sat beside her stretched out form, gently
taking her feet into his lap, kneading one foot, working his thumbs
up the arch.

“Did you ever think we’d be married and have
a baby on the way?”

He switched his treatment to her other foot,
his knuckles pressing into her instep. “You mean when we first
met?”

She nodded, fighting off the chill bumps his
talented hands were sending up her body.

“No, but only because I wouldn’t let myself
picture it. I was trying my damnedest to resist you. Of course you
were beautiful, but then you were so unexpected too, caring, giving
and sweet.”

“And eventually you stopped resisting me,”
she commented.

“Yes, I did. Thank fucking God,” he returned,
leaning over her to drop a tender kiss to her mouth.

Her fingers found the top button of his dress
shirt, and began working to unbutton them. “Skin,” she mumbled
against his mouth. “I need to feel your skin.”

He obliged, quickly losing his shirt, dress
pants, socks, and pushing his boxers down his thighs to lie next to
her fully nude.

As Cole’s body wrapped around hers, Savannah
gave a contented sigh and allowed him to hold her. Their heartbeats
thumped together as if acknowledging the courage it took to pursue
what was in their hearts. Life had unfolded in unexpected ways, the
events of the last few years irrevocably drawing them together. His
large hands smoothed over her hips, down to her backside to draw
her closer. His touch no longer set off sparks against her skin,
but always made her feel safe, loved and cherished.

“I love you, Cole Fletcher,” Savannah
murmured into his warm chest.

“I love you more, baby.”

She rested her head against his firm chest
and closed her eyes, feeling safe and secure in his arms. She was
home.

~The End~

Once again, a giant thank you to my readers.
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Fact: I have the sexiest critique partners on
the planet. Thank you for your time and thoughtful critiques:
Kylie, Madison, Denise, Sali and Jenny. Smooches, gals. To fellow
author Charlie Evans. Thank you for your enthusiasm and advice. (I
loved that you called dibs on Cole within the first chapter.)

Thank you to my dear husband for putting up
with my crazy, for being my own personal naughty word thesaurus,
and for encouraging me every step of the way. Best. Husband. Ever.
Thanks also to my puppy babies, Lucy and Sugar. Mommy loves you,
now stop chewing on that shoe!

Kendall Ryan is the
New York Times
and
USA Today
bestselling author of the contemporary romance
novels HARD TO LOVE, UNRAVEL ME and MAKE ME YOURS. She lives in
Minnesota with an adorable husband and two naughty puppies, one of
which may be part monkey.

You can find Kendall lurking online at:
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Her next book, a new adult romance told in
dual point of view, THE IMPACT OF YOU, will be available in June
2013.

Other Titles by Kendall Ryan

Unravel Me

Make Me Yours

Hard to Love

Coming June 11, 2013

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chooses a college where no one knows her. Keeping a low profile was
the plan, falling for the intense frat boy, Jase wasn’t. Yet she
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implores her to stay away, her body begs her to get closer.