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My gut screamed it was Colt, but still, I wasn’t sure if I should answer it. I didn’t want to see him if he thought he could take his bad mood out on me.

I froze as the buzzer sounded.

Ugh. He’d wake all my neighbors if he carried on banging like a crazy person. A buzz filled the air again and again before the sound fractured through my apartment continuously.

Something fired in my belly. With a curse, I stomped to the hallway and checked the peephole.

“I know you’re in there, Freya,” he rasped. “Open the door, please.”

My shoulders slumped in defeat. With a deep sigh, I unbolted the locks and pulled the door open. “What do you want, Colt?” I folded my arms across my chest, my eyebrow lifting in question.

His beautiful eyes locked with mine. “I was a dick.”

I tapped my foot impatiently. “And?”

Colt scraped a hand over his face. “I’m sorry.”

My eyes narrowed. “Thanks for the apology. I’ll call you.” Colt’s face fell when he saw me step back and shoot him a snooty glare before slamming the door in his face.

He called my name, but I ignored it. I turned on my heel and stomped into my bedroom.

What an asshole. If Colt thought he could speak down to me and call me names, he had another thing coming. I’d been so excited over dinner when he finally made his move, but it went up in flames within hours. He frustrated me to the point where I wanted to scream.

I turned to walk into my bathroom when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a figure looming in my bedroom doorway.

My heart plummeted, every muscle tensing as I opened my mouth and let out a piercing scream.

A strong hand clamped across my mouth, another cuffing the front of my neck and pulling me back into a hard body. “Ssshh, Freya. It’s me,” Colt rasped. “Not gonna hurt ya.”

My entire body slumped until all that held me up was Colt’s hands. “Jesus,” I groaned through his fingers. “You scared the life out of me.” I babbled. “What are you doing here? How did you get in? I don’t fucking want you here.”

His mouth rested on the shell of my ear. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, turning me to face him. “I got a key from the guy who fitted the new door.”

My eyes met his ocean-blues and filled with tears.

“Freya,” he murmured, looking horrified. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I dunno what came over me. I just got so fucking angry.”

Maybe it was delayed shock, an adverse reaction to being so frightened. Or was it because Colt frustrated me so much I couldn’t think straight.

Not a half hour ago, he treated me like an idiot, and now he stood with his arms around me in my bedroom like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His neck bent until his forehead rested on mine. “You drive me insane, Freya. God knows how, but you’ve broken down walls that took years to build. You make me feel raw and exposed. Half the time, I dunno if I should tan your ass or kiss you stupid. You’ve got me all tied up inside, and I don't know how to unravel.”

My heart fluttered. “I feel the same. But you can’t treat me the way you did tonight. I don’t deserve that shit.”

“I know,” he replied, tipping my chin up to look deep in my eyes. “I’m a jealous prick when it comes to you, baby. You burn me up inside.” His eyes flickered between mine, full of emotion I’d never seen from him before. After what seemed like an age, he lowered his head and softly took my mouth.

I melted, and my heart unfurled inside my chest like a flower on the first day of spring. Finally, he’d kissed me. I’d waited eight years for him, and it was everything I’d dreamed of. My mind went back to the years I’d tried to make him see me, and I burrowed deeper into him, never wanting to let go.

I whimpered softly and slid my hands around his neck.

His lips were soft but firm. He coaxed my mouth open with his and tangled his tongue with mine. His moan was full of need, making my knees turn to jelly as he strengthened the kiss, moving his lips like he was half starved.

I tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, sighing contentedly.

Colt’s hand went to my hip and tugged me into him. I gasped as his thick, hard cock hit my stomach through his jeans.

With a groan, he broke our kiss, pulling away gently. “I know I’m askin’ a lot, and I know you don’t like my rules, but tell me you want this. I’ll give you everything I can, but you gotta say yes first.”

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