Dare To Resist (Dare Nation 1)

Oh, who was he kidding? He wanted her beside him in his bed.

He glanced down at the baby. To his surprise, giving her a bottle wasn’t difficult. Jenny did all the work, her little lips pulling on the nipple as she drank her formula. When she finished, he did as Quinn had showed him, putting the burp rag over his shoulder, laying Jenny against it, and patted her back. It wasn’t long before the little thing let out a belch to rival him and his brothers during burping contests while growing up.

“That’s a good girl,” he said softly.

Rising slowly so as not to disturb Quinn or upset a quiet and full Jenny, he walked over to the pallet they’d created and laid her down. Still afraid to wake her and hear the screams, he tiptoed back to bed. He climbed on top of his covers and looked over at Quinn.

Her hair spread across the pillow, a few stray strands lay over her cheek, and her dark eyelashes appeared soft against her skin. Reaching over, he gently brushed the hair away from her face, and she didn’t flinch or move. Exhaustion had really claimed her, so he leaned over his other side, shut the lamp, and settled on top of the covers, too, to sleep.

* * *

Sometime during the night, Quinn must have rolled over, because Austin woke up to find a soft woman in his arms. They were on his side of the bed, her body plastered to his. Her breasts rubbed against his side, her arm was wrapped across his chest, and one leg hooked over his so the warmth of her pussy pulsed against his thigh.

And his cock responded in kind, which meant now he had a hard-on and the woman he desired exactly where he wanted her. If only he could wake her with a deep, hard kiss, his tongue in her mouth or her sex, he wasn’t fussy. He needed to taste her everywhere. As he lay on his back, tortured in the best possible way, debating whether or not to take that step, Quinn moaned in her sleep. He held his breath, wondering if she’d wake up and freak out to find herself in such a delicate position.

She shifted a little and moaned again, the sound completely erotic to his ears, and when she started to grind against his thigh, he thought his head would explode. Both of them.

Gritting his teeth, he knew he had to wake her. “Quinn,” he whispered.

“Mmm.” Her hand slid across his chest, palm splayed wide, her touch branding him.

“Quinn, wake up,” he said a little louder.

“What?” She lifted her head and looked right into his eyes. “Austin?” She blinked the fuzziness of sleep away, and with awareness came a flush to her cheeks.

“Oh my God. I must have cuddled up to you in my sleep. I’m sorry.” She started to shift her leg off him at the same time he began to move away, but instead of parting ways, she ended up pressing harder against him and she let out a sigh of pleasure.

They both froze.

“Austin,” she whispered, her pussy arching into his thigh harder than before. She licked her lips, and he knew she didn’t mean for it to be provocative but it was.

He slid his fingers into her soft, silky hair and cupped the back of her neck, tipping her head upward. So easily. He could pull her to him so easily and his lips would be on hers in an instant. But knowing she worked for him, she needed to ask. He couldn’t initiate nor could he take.

So he waited.

She stared at him, and he could read the turmoil crossing her pretty face. He could also see the minute she came to a decision, the determination etching her features obvious.

“Kiss me, Austin.” Her voice came out in a husky whisper that went straight to his already hard cock, and his grip on her scalp tightened.

Her eyes dilated with need, but he remained still because he was holding on by a thread, and if she let him off leash, he didn’t want any regrets later. He needed her to be sure she didn’t want to end this now before they went any further.

Before he could ask her, she pushed herself up and her lips locked with his. That was all the permission he needed. He speared his tongue between her lips, his kiss demanding and all consuming. He finally had this woman where he wanted her and he intended to make the most of it.

Flipping her onto her back, he dominated both her and the kiss, his mouth sliding over hers, teeth nipping her bottom lip, his tongue thrusting hard and deep. And with his cock, he began to grind himself in the sweet vee between her thighs. Her hands came to his hair, her fingers threaded into the longer strands and pulled at him while he made himself at home on top of her. She was pliant and willing but gave as good as she got, kissing back with the same fervor he felt for her.