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“Like hell you will,” Colt stated. It took him two strides to reach me. His hands went to my waist and hoisted me up onto the counter. He moved between my legs, invading my space, taking my air, giving me his anger.

Anger because feelings were unnecessary problems.

Anger because we were both in an explosive push and pull of emotion we couldn’t escape.

“You’re trouble,” he said, voice husky. “I knew it the moment I walked into Dive Bar.”

“Pot, meet kettle,” I shot back.

His mouth slanted over mine—forceful, like a tempest unleashed, but I was ready for it, ready for him. My hands were sure as they trailed up his strong chest to wrap around his neck.

My fiery skin grew hotter as Colt continued to kiss me, his tongue seductive and masterful. His hands snaked down from my waist to yank my legs around him so he could press against the crevice of my body. The heat and hardness of him was dizzying.

I pulled my mouth away from his, dragging air into my lungs as fast as I could. Colt’s own labored breathing was harsh in my ears. Placing a hand on the center of his chest, I urged him back. Colt moved, albeit reluctantly.

I looked into his dark brown eyes. “Feel better?”

His tongue snaked out to drag across his lips. “Fuck no.”

“What do you want from me? Because you’re sending a bunch of mixed signals. You say you don’t want me and then you kiss me. So tell me what you really want, Colt.”

“Fuck if I know anymore,” he muttered.

After my strange encounter with Colt in the kitchen, I tried avoiding him. But every time I came out of the guest room, he was suddenly there, in my way, wearing his leather cut.

He looked at me with an indiscernible expression. I couldn’t see what was going on behind his eyes. It was irritating and it kept me even more unbalanced than I already was. My lips were still burning from the feel of his mouth on mine and my body hungered for his.

I was a flat-out mess.

Night was no better. I hardly slept, restless, feeling hot and feverish, flinging off the covers only to shiver in coldness and drag them over me again. I forced myself out of bed early, just after the sun had risen because there was no point in tossing and turning.

I made coffee and took it out onto the back patio to get some air. Colt found me there. He appeared well rested—and sexy.

So. Damn. Sexy.

He was staring down at me, a mug of coffee to his lips. “Sleep well?”

My glare was my answer.

He didn’t smile, but I could see the humor lurking in his eyes. “I gotta run to town. You’re gonna stay here,” he commanded.

“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Absolutely not.”

“You don’t have much choice in the matter,” Colt drawled.

“You really can’t expect me to sit here all day waiting for you to get home while you go off and get to do whatever you want.”

“I do expect it,” he said mildly.

“Why can’t I come with you?”

“I’m not running errands, Mia.” He sighed. “I want you to stay out of the limelight, okay? I don’t want you in town because I don’t want to give Dev and the Iron Horsemen a chance to see you.”

I wrinkled my nose, hating to admit that he had a valid point. “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”

“You need me here to entertain you?” Colt laughed.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

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