Resist You (Unchained Attraction Book 3)

by K. L. Shandwick

  For weeks, I’d been anticipating the moment when I’d finally lay hands on her. Every time we’d been around one another the sexual tension between us felt almost combustible. Without us ever voicing our feelings, I think we both knew when the timing was right the constant sparks that had hung in the atmosphere between us would ignite.

  Just being near her filled me down to my soul with anticipation because I had found her completely intoxicating. Especially when every glance she gave me during that time had alluded to the possibility of more.

  “Let’s not pretend we don’t know exactly how this is going to go,” I replied, my voice concise and controlled.

  Tricia grinned and raised her eyebrow because I’d called her out. In the weeks before she hadn’t been shy in creating opportunities to rub up against me every chance she got. Once she’d squeezed past me, skimming her body from chest to hips across mine and I was hard at the time. She had grinned wickedly, letting me know she’d noticed.

  On that occasion my palm had ghosted the shape of her hip, a fraction of an inch away from grabbing her, before my fingers curled tight in a fist and I let her brush past. The frustration in my chest from that near miss had felt painful. It reminded me of my teenage days, days when I grew hard at the mere hint of something sexual.

  At forty-three, Tricia looked nothing like her age, and could have easily passed for a woman in her early to mid-thirties, and from what I had gathered in conversation she was fiercely independent. Under normal circumstances she would have been a welcome challenge for me. But since my dealings with Charlotte, and all the manipulations she put me through, I had felt a little less eager to give my attention to complicated women like Tricia.

  It had been a while since I’d put myself out there and I felt my sexual performance may have been a little under par since then, but then again, perhaps the effect on my libido had been Charlotte herself. At one time, a thought like that would never have entered my head, but that was before I’d encountered Charlotte and she had triggered my mistrust in women.

  Yet, even with all my misgivings and concerns that night as I walked Tricia up to her room, my resistance had gone, overtaken by the powerful addiction to that sexual chemistry we both had fought passionately to ignore until then.

  Chapter Two

  Shrugging my negative thoughts off, my excitement built as I led the way along a path that forked off to the left in one direction, and toward the main entrance at the front of the house to the right.

  Taking the paved path toward the house I inhaled deeply as we walked, in the hopes the fresh air would clear my head a little. The last thing I had wanted was for all the alcohol I’d consumed during the day to take anything away from my time with her.

  Silence fell between us as we grew nearer the house and the sexual tension increased with every step we took, until Tricia suddenly pulled away from me. My reaction was like lightning when I caught her by her wrist and pulled her back into my side.

  Glancing first at her wrist and how firmly I had gripped her, she then looked up to my face. I’d heard how her breath had caught in her throat, and knew she’d felt the same thrill in her body as I had from my dominant action.

  A slow sensual smile spread on her lips, which was infectious, and I rewarded her with a grin. Releasing my hold, I slid my hand from her wrist until we were walking hand in hand. Our fingers immediately parted and laced with such familiarity it had felt like we’d done that move together a thousand times before.

  I turned my head to look at her and immediately stopped because the deep connection we felt when our eyes met again resulted in a loss of thought. I felt mesmerized when her eyes grew darker and clouded up with desire. A tight feeling in my chest suddenly gripped me and I realized in that moment I’d forgotten to breathe again.

  Moments later, she pressed harder against me until her luscious full lips brushed against mine. Instantly, that burning desire we already knew existed between us burst into flames like the strike of a match.

  Inspired by a new sense of urgency, my fingers tightened their grip again, signaling how desperately I wanted her. Quickening my pace, I shoved her gently ahead of me and bundled her inside the front door.

  “In a hurry, Mr. Wild?” she asked, chuckling while the anticipation of finally having her all to myself felt almost feral.

  I fought to stay in control and I almost dragged her up the stairs, desperate to do all the dirty carnal things I’d imagined in my mind. Knowing we were only seconds away from acknowledging the unique potent alchemy our bodies held between them felt both thrilling and exhilarating.

  Passing two aunts in the hallway, I silently thanked God they were heading back downstairs because I suspected what happened next could never have been achieved quietly. I prayed at the same time I hadn’t drunk too much and my neglected libido was up to the task. At that point I only hoped I had the stamina to do all of the fantasies I’d dreamed of. After my…our self-imposed wait, neither of us deserved less than a perfect performance from me.

  “Damn my mom, tucking you away in the corner,” I cursed my mother for allocating Tricia’s suite so far away, when I focused on her white wooden bedroom door as she tugged me behind her down to the end of the hallway.

  “How do you know which room is mine?” Tricia asked breathily, as her chest heaved a little faster as we neared her bedroom door.

  “I make it my business to know these things.”

  There wasn’t the slightest hint of humor in my gruff, lust-thickened tone, when I countered her question with mine. I’d never been more serious about anything in my life. Tricia’s breath hitched, and for a moment, I saw a brief look of delight in her eyes when she realized she had also been part of my plan for the night from the start.

  When we had reached her guest suite door, Tricia turned into me, her arms encircling my waist, her compulsion to touch more of me obvious by then. Snagging the handle, she opened her door and roughly yanked me inside. I was still processing that move when she slammed me against the wall, pulled out my shirt, and stuffed her hand down my pants.

  My heartbeat raced at a mile a minute from her sudden move and my cock was immediately enjoying her touch a little too much. It would have been so easy to give in to what she’d wanted to do, but I knew if I had, our evening would have been over too soon. In a swift move of my own, I took back control before she ran the show by grabbing her wrist, removing her hand from my pants, and reversing our position.

  Unfortunately, Tricia resisted and leaned forward which caused me to step back. Instead of letting go, she leaned further against me and consequentially, with a lot less finesse than I’d imagined I’d have when I swept her off her feet, we both staggered backward. With each gangly step I took, thanks to a mixture of alcohol, having Tricia in my arms, and never having mastered the art of sprinting backward I knew we wouldn’t fair well.

  We’d only gone about eight steps into the room before my legs began to buckle and my arms ached from the strain of trying to keep us both upright and constantly readjust my gait. Meanwhile, Tricia did very little to help in our situation when she became a dead weight and giggled uncontrollably until she let out a snort. My concentration crumbled when I cracked up laughing with her.

  “Oh, fuck!” she cried out, griping my shirt tighter, as she continued gaining speed. Stumbling forward, her weight shifted against me, increasing the momentum, and although she’d been quick enough to catch the edge of the wooden door with her heel and sent it hurtling back toward the doorframe, our balance took a hit and we weren’t so lucky.

  As I felt myself go down. I let go of Tricia, hoping she’d right herself, but instead of this she clung tighter. As soon as I hit the floor, she crashed heavily down on top of me.

  “Oof,” a loud woosh of air left my lungs and the sound of a loud grunt.

  At that point, everything happened simultaneously, but the way we both reacted to the sound of the door banging shut was as if we had been primed for the start of a race. The sha
rp bang served like a starting pistol, and we immediately became a frantic blur of needy hands, grabbing wantonly at one another. As we had tried to undress, we rolled around on the floor, our mouths fused together in a mesh of lips and teeth, to the sound of breathy gasps and the rustle of fabric shifting against skin. Flimsy material creaked and groaned as it stretched in my ungainly attempt to rid her of her long dress, while she was still on top of me.

  “Fuck, wait,” I mumbled, as I clambered in an uncoordinated stagger to my feet and hurriedly dragged Tricia to hers. “Stand up,” I barked, as Tricia stumbled over her own feet and giggled while I did my best to undress her.

  “Hang on,” she said, reaching behind her and trying to free her snagged zipper. We had far too many garments between us for my liking.

  “Turn around,” I snapped, grabbing her by her shoulders and spinning her away from me, until she almost went too far and lost her footing. I caught her—just. “Fuck, stand still, Tricia,” I demanded, and continued fumbling with the zipper. When it didn’t give, I tried stretching the halter neck over her head.

  “Stop, I’m stuck, you’re going to break my neck or rip my hair out,” she told me through another chuckle. At one time such a maneuver wouldn’t have fazed me because I had been very adept at stripping a woman bare. I was out of practice, horny beyond measure, and the patience I’d had for weeks as Tricia taunted me suddenly just gave out.

  “For fuck’s sake,” I cussed, yanking hard on her bridesmaid’s dress. A sudden tear rang out, igniting a greater sense of urgency to rid her of the delicate layers of satin, chiffon, and lace until what was left of her bridesmaid’s dress suddenly skimmed down the length of her body and pooled at her feet on the floor.

  For a moment, my breath stalled when my greedy eyes unashamedly perused the beautiful contours of her naked body. “Fuck, you are incredible,” I told her, as I perused the shadow and light contours of her beautiful frame, which was more than I imagined she’d be unclothed. In fact, the way the moonlight highlighted a few key spots only heightened my anticipation of exploring those shadowed areas with touch and smell and taste.

  When I finally laid both hands on her warm bare shoulders, it had felt like a pressure valve had finally blown. Relief washed through me and I swallowed slowly, but my middle fingers had already begun to skim her slender collarbone. Tricia’s breath hitched but she didn’t move, allowing me to gently explore her in my own time.

  Placing my palms on her collarbone, I swept them down until they met at the valley of her breasts. Turning them flat, I smoothed my palms over her beautiful chest.

  “James,” she moaned, breathily. My name on her lips made my heart squeeze tight.

  The way she said it had sounded so sexy it made me cuss again. “Fuck, Tricia you have no idea how good it feels to touch you like this,” I whispered.

  “My turn,” she said in a low playful tone. Her delicate hands and nimble fingers had no such uncoordinated moves as she speedily unbuckled my belt and popped the clasp on my pants. Opening my zipper in one swift stroke, she shoved my pants aside, slid her hands back on the waistline, and sent them swiftly to the floor. When they landed at my ankles, I swept my palms over her chest again and grabbed her braless, pear-shaped breasts in my hands and squeezed them hard.

  “Lord,” she mumbled, the single word uttered with so much feeling, it came out of her mouth in a breathy rush. The air she breathed ghosted over my lips, as her mouth clumsily found mine again in another clash of lips and teeth and tongue, while her long slender hand hurriedly slid inside my boxers. “God, you’re a big boy,” she muttered, taking a hold of my thick, hard cock and forming a firm, possessive fist around it.

  “Oh, Mm, you have no idea how good that feels,” I muttered close to her ear, my voice low and raspy with sheer unadulterated arousal.

  “Lord,” she repeated, and I felt her breath as her exaggerated delivery of the word wafted over my lips. As her tongue slid into my mouth again, I sucked it, drawing a moan from her mouth to mine as I kneaded her breasts in my hands and lost myself in her passionate kiss.

  Tightening her grip on my dick, she gave it a less than gentle squeeze. “Fuck, baby,” I hissed, ripping my lips from hers and breathing raggedly, as a mixture of pleasure and pain mingled within me and I stared intently toward her. Resting my forehead on hers, our gaze grew deeper standing in the quiet, moonlit room, and my heart stuttered for rhythm while I felt utterly consumed by her.

  Tricia was exciting and unpredictable, and I was insanely attracted to her. Another nervous pang ran through me because it had never mattered more how I made a woman feel. After the time we had waited, I felt she deserved the best of me.

  “What do you want? Tell me what you like,” I demanded, as my hands changed position to pinch the hard peaks of her pebbled nipples as I repeatedly kissed her neck. I was less than gentle, my muscles bunching in my arms, and I knew I was applying more pressure than I normally would have.

  “You,” she breathed the word through a shaky breath. Her admission hit me square in the chest and suddenly touching and kissing her became nowhere near enough. Forcing myself to break away, I looked at her and fought an overwhelming urge to devour her. Instead, I planted small chaste kisses over her eyes and cheeks. Baring my teeth, I allowed them to graze seductively at her jawbone.

  Continuing my exploration, I trailed my lips down her neck, but I didn’t get far before an urge to mark my journey of descent overpowered me. The initial light nibble of a sweet spot near her jugular vein did nothing to dampen my compulsion. I moved to a fleshier part of her neck, bit harder, and sucked determinedly in not one, but two different places because my feral instinct to mark my territory had taken over. I need to slow this down.

  Chapter Three

  Swallowing roughly, I somehow pulled myself back a pace and looked at her again. “You… set my blood on fire,” I muttered, pausing briefly before I spun us around. With her back to the bed I staggered bow-legged with my pants at my ankles toward it and shoved her none too gently down on her back.

  Caging her in with my arms and legs earned me a salacious smile from her and an excited look in her wide bright eyes.

  “Dominant—I like it,” she goaded, “I … oh fuck.” Her words came out like they’d been ripped from her thoughts when I sucked hard on her neck again. “James,” she breathed raggedly, her breaths sounded shallow in small pants. Hearing my name dragged from her lips as her whole body squirmed in pleasure brought out the animal in me, and in my sex-starved state, I almost shot my load then and there.

  “Damn, woman,” I cussed. Lifting my mouth from her neck I watched her head as it sank into the mattress, her back arching up to reconnect us. “Why can’t I resist you, Tricia Mattison? Something tells me you’re trouble, but I can’t help myself,” I confessed, as I bent and licked around her right breast. “You could break my heart.” My confession surprised even me as it poured out in a lust-filled whisper. Her body stiffened for a beat and relaxed again.

  “No… more,” she pleaded, and I paused for a beat.

  “No more?” I asked, sounding alarmed. My heart stalled while I cursed myself for my last remark and I thought she was turning me down. After being blackmailed by Charlotte, my judgement was off and I wasn’t sure what to do.

  “No, don’t resist me—whatever this is I want more—need more,” she clarified boldly, as I stared down at her serious dark gaze and her frowning face etched with angst. I stared motionless and it took me a few heartbeats to push my thoughts aside.

  Taking her left nipple in my mouth I sucked hard. “Mm,” she hummed, followed by a high mewling sound of approval as she squirmed beneath me. “More,” she finally demanded as she found her tongue again and my hand moved to her back, keeping her in place.

  Breaking contact, my hand slid down past her spine to her firm, peachy bare ass. I’d been staring at the swell of those globes all day in her backless, floor-length dress. Finally having them bare had felt as splendid as they had
looked.

  Trisha slid her hand inside my boxers again and took my dick in her hand. The moment her warm smooth palm slid around my solid straining length, a fresh bead of precum soaked my tip. A small gasp escaped her lungs when she felt it and smeared it over the head of my cock with her thumb.

  Our eyes met again, and we stalled. For a while we lay taking each other in by the light of the moon before Tricia spoke.

  “God, you’re so fucking handsome,” she muttered, when she drew another breath then scored her thumb slowly across my tip again. Her action pulled a long hissing sound from between my teeth as I drew in a deep breath of my own. She reached up and traced the outline of my face with a fingertip.

  Still dressed in my boxers and shirt, I climbed off the bed with the aim of undressing myself. I’d expected Tricia to stay where she was, but she immediately shifted position and crawled onto her knees. Dropping onto all fours she stalked seductively down the bed toward me. I grinned wide at her sexy move as she rose up her knees, hooked her fingers inside the elastic of my fitted boxer briefs, and immediately tugged them down.

  Once my boxers were past my knees, she bent down and swept the pad of her tongue sharply over my painfully engorged tip. “Fuck me,” I spat, my low cuss dragging another growl to my throat, as I clumsily worked her fancy updo loose and I sifted my fingertips into her hair.

  “That was the plan,” she chuckled, and wasted no time in taking my cock past her gorgeous plump lips before sucking me into her mouth—hard.

  “Jeez… Oh fu… that’s… mmm,” I stuttered in broken words, when an instant jolt of ecstasy detonated somewhere inside me. The zap of pleasure sent waves of electricity coursing through me and left small random aftershocks rippling in their wake. I immediately clasped my hands behind my head, the sensation of what she was doing engulfing my thoughts and turning my bones to putty. My head rolled back on my neck and I closed my eyes as the impact of her ministrations caught up with my mind. “Fuuuck … Tricia.”