Page 64 of Resist

“Why?”

“Because they’re important to me, and so are you.”

She didn’t seem to have an answer to that, so Coulton forged on.

“So it’s decided. We’ll have breakfast here, then pick up Slade for ice-skating and lunch. Then I’ll leave a ticket for you at the box office for the game. You okay to get to the arena? Because I can get someone to swing by and pick you up.”

Ainsley smirked. “It’s decided, huh?” She rolled her eyes, then gave in. “I can get to the arena on my own.”

“Excellent. I love it when I get my way.” Coulton punctuated that proclamation with another kiss. He’d meant to keep it short and sweet, but Ainsley had other ideas as she slid one leg around his waist. Coulton accepted the unspoken invitation by climbing over her and dragging the kiss out…then down. His lips slid along the side of her neck until he reached her breasts. He sucked on one nipple while he pinched the other. Ainsley hooked her ankles together at the base of his back, his hard cock pressed between them.

“I can’t fucking resist you,” he murmured, lifting his hips until the head of his cock was right where he wanted it.

“Need you,” she gasped, her head thrown back as he sucked on the sensitive skin of her throat.

Coulton slipped inside, not stopping until he was buried deep. Then he raised his head, his eyes locked with Ainsley’s. Their gazes held as he started to thrust, neither of them looking away. He had no idea how she said so much with those sad, beautiful eyes of hers. Even now, fear and doubt still lingered there. What would he give to banish those feelings once and for all?

He suspected Ainsley saw very different things than he did when she looked at herself in the mirror. It was a shame, because if she looked deeper, she’d see the things that were pulling him in, drawing him closer.

Determination and strength. And, while she would deny it, every now and then, he saw a glimmer of hope for a better life. She might say dreaming was pointless, but there was still a part of her longing for more, and he wanted to be the one to give it to her.

Ainsley started to turn her head when the connection between them grew too strong, his thrusts powerful, relentless.

He cupped her cheeks, holding her steady. “Don’t look away,” he demanded.

She narrowed her eyes briefly, discomfort mixed with stubbornness. It faded quickly, however, softening, resembling that peace he’d seen on her face before she woke up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

Ainsley’s pussy clenched, tightening around him until his vision became cloudy. He was falling hard for this woman. It was probably too quick, but he didn’t give a shit. Everything about her appealed to him in ways he’d never experienced. Not even with Evelyn. His feelings for his ex paled in comparison to the emotions Ainsley evoked inside him.

She revealed a side of him he didn’t realize existed as he sought to protect her, spoil her, claim her. He’d never once looked at a woman and thought “mine,” but as he stared at Ainsley, he was overwhelmed by a possessiveness and a need he was helpless to contain.

“Coulton,” she said on a gasp, when he brushed her G-spot. “I’m coming.”

“I’m with you,” he said. “Together.”

Several more thrusts and he felt her tip over, her pussy clamping around his cock so hard, he was helpless to stop from following her into the void.

They remained still, their bodies and eyes connected, as they fought to catch their breath. Coulton was overwhelmed by the desire to say three little words to her, but he held them back. Ainsley wasn’t ready to hear them, wasn’t ready to believe them.

So he would wait.

Shifting to his side, he fell heavily to his back next to her. “Shower and breakfast?”

She nodded. “Sounds good.”

“And then Slade and ice-skating.”

She groaned at that part of his list, but he wasn’t letting her back out. Pushing himself up, he climbed off the mattress, reaching out to tug her toward him. He gave her a quick kiss as she stood.

“Come on. I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine.”

She laughed. “Deal.”

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“I knew this was a bad idea,” Ainsley said as she clung to him, struggling to find her footing in the ice skates. Meanwhile, Slade was skating circles around them, offering advice on how best to teach her.

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