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

kept in her purse—thank God—and brushed her hair, then she threw it up in a bun and stuck a pencil into it to keep it in place. She finished by washing her face and hands and refusing to give an ounce of thought to how Colton would think she looked.
    They were just friends. It didn’t matter.
    “Find anything?” she asked as she walked out into the main room. She dropped her purse onto the chair where she’d been working and hung her blouse over the back. She’d have to travel in it tomorrow so she wanted it to be at least somewhat presentable.
    “Come look,” he said.
    She turned and drank him in. Tight shirt. Glasses. Flash of boxers. Check, check, and check. Colton gestured toward the TV. Oh, right. Kady sat on the edge of the bed and kept her face forward so he couldn’t see the blush that had to be filling her cheeks, if the rising heat there was any indication. Her inability to ignore her attraction to him clearly revealed a couple things, though. First, that she still found him incredibly appealing. Second, that she wasn’t quite as over him as she’d told herself she was. And, third, that she was desperately in need of a good orgasm—and her body obviously recognized in him the one person guaranteed to make that happen.
    “Let me know if something catches your eye,” he said.
    Something has caught my eye, all right, but it isn’t in that box on the other side of the room . Stop it, Kady! She sighed. “Okay.” Honestly, there wasn’t much on that interested her, so before long her mind wandered to the book in her laptop case. She never traveled without reading material. Often, she read on an app on her phone, but she’d adored this particular story so much she’d bought the paperback, too.
    It was an erotic romance—super dark—about an underground boxer who was shamelessly unself-conscious about the kind of sex he enjoyed—rough, really rough. The kind of sex that left fingerprint marks on arms and wrists, and bruises from pounding hip bones on the soft flesh of the thigh, and tenderness in the ass cheeks that made it hard to sit comfortably for days. The kind of sex that involved harsh words and hot taunts rasped in the ear, and the overpowering of the woman’s body, and even role-playing involving force.
    Kady had reread it so much that the pages fell open to her favorite scenes. Truth be told, she was shocked by how much the darkness thrilled her—so shocked she’d never even shared her growing interest and curiosity with her girls. But there was absolutely no denying it did. Maybe her interest in this explained her inability to orgasm with the men she’d dated. Maybe her experiences had all been too sweet and tender to get her there. Maybe it had nothing to do with Colton’s wonder powers after all.
    Thinking about the book made her yearn to build a little pillow fort against the headboard and curl up with it for a few hours, but no way she was reading that in front of Colton. For one thing, this book made her way too hot. For another, Colton would probably have the mother of all freak-outs if he knew that this was what turned her on. And if he ever told her brother? Oh, God. No. Nope. Not taking that chance.
    “I don’t really see anything,” she said. “Do you?”
    He shook his head, got up, and retrieved his laptop. “Netflix to the rescue,” he said.
    He lay down on his stomach and settled the computer at the top of the bed. As Kady shifted to stretch out next to him, she couldn’t help taking a good, long look at Colton’s ass. The looseness of his waistband had tugged the dark fabric down, exposing the dimples in his muscular lower back. God, he was a work of art. Really.
    She lay down and tried not to think of her bedmate’s well-sculpted butt.
    “Oh, here we go,” Colton said. “How about Office Space ?”
    “Oh my God, I love that movie.” Kady grabbed a pillow, folded it in half and propped up her head so she could see the monitor. “I’m gonna need you to go