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I inhale sharply. That is not what I was expecting. So much time has passed between us.

“I have a reason,” I say, my voice sounding shallow and unsure. “Because it’s a bad idea. It got so messy last time.”

And I don’t say my other hesitation out loud. That I want love. And Colt is here for the physical. I know he likes the way these leather pants fit me, even if he thinks I’m a spoiled brat.

“I don’t know about you, but I haven’t had a bad idea in so long that having one feels like a really, really good idea.” There’s exhaustion in the way he says it. I wonder how much he actually is able to date with Kaylee and the ranch.

His eyes are intense and hungry. I remember the side to Colt that comes out when making love. He’s not the reserved tough guy any longer. A more playful side comes out. And he’s so damn good at knowing just what I want. And how I like to be touched.

My traitorous body screams for him as the memories come flooding back.

“What is it about you?” I whisper resentfully, letting my face get close to his.

His lips barely lift with a smile, taking my words as the resignation they are. His hands grab the back of my thighs and he wraps my legs around his waist. Being touched by him feels like a cold drink on the hottest summer night, and I didn’t realize just how thirsty I am until I taste it.

He carries me further into the trailer and pushes me up against the wall.

“So what do you say, Hollywood? Should we have a bad idea?”

My heart races as I trace the lines of his hardened, beautiful face. And that’s when I realize it goes two ways. He might like the way I look, but damn, do I like the way he looks, too.

And the way he touches.

It might cause all kinds of problems, but for tonight I know it will make me feel alive in a way that I’ve missed so damn much.

I nod slowly.

He grins as he mirrors my nod, bringing his face closer to mine. He teases me by gliding his lips against mine but not kissing me.

“Say it then,” he says gruffly into my mouth. “Because you are a lady, and I’m not making another move until you say it.”

“Yes. Let’s have a bad idea,” I whisper as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and close the distance between our mouths. Our lips connect and we breathe each other in deep. I take his scent in like it’s the only thing in this world keeping me alive at this moment. His scent is so familiar, but so foreign at the same time. I breathe him in like I might never get a chance again. Feeling his big frame pressed up against mine, pinning me to the wall, is like a hit of a drug I didn’t even know I was addicted to.

And now that I’ve had a taste again, I know I won’t be able to stop myself from having it all.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Colt

I knew I was done for as soon as I found out Blaire was single. I just couldn’t have imagined that I wouldn’t be able to make it five fucking minutes at home before marching over to her.

And I’m damn glad I did.

I breathe her in like I need her scent to breathe. She doesn’t smell the same at first. Some fancy new perfume covers her skin. But when I lick her from her collarbone to her jaw, I know it’s the same Blaire under all the expensive armor. She tastes the exact fucking same. And I need more.

I press my hips into hers against the wall, grinding my hard length along her ridiculous leather pants. A whimper escapes her mouth, and I conquer it with a deep, hungry kiss. Our teeth clash as we try to get more of each other.

I push my hand inside her thin white shirt and cup her breast roughly as I grind into her again.

“Colt,” she whimpers in pleasure and I almost bust right there hearing my name on her lips like this again.

I back away, letting her slide to the floor. I take a deep breath, composing myself.

I look around. Are we really about to fuck each other’s brains out in this shithole? But I can’t bring her to the house. We wouldn’t make it through the front door without both of us starting to doubt this decision.

Even breaking away from her for a second feels like too long. I pull her back into me, kissing her as I lead her to a bench in the kitchen. A small light in the kitchen still works and I thank the heavens that we left this thing plugged into the grid because I want to see every inch of her and every little expression.

I push her down to sit and get on my knees in front of her, pulling her leg out.

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