Page 13 of Breaking Her In

My chest heaves as he presses his body against mine, his breath hot against my cheek. One of his thighs wedges between my legs, and Ifeel it, the bulge I saw last night. Hard, massive, and unyielding. He wants to make sure I feel it.

“You really think you’re ready for a guy like me, Lena?” he snarls. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Colt,” I breathe, tilting my chin up in defiance. “And I’m not afraid of you either.”

His grip on me tightens. His rough hand digs into my wrist.

“Well, maybe you should be,” he says. “I bet you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”

His question shocks me, but only for a second. I refuse to let him see the surprise in my eyes, and I answer his question quickly. “Yeah. So? So what?”

For the first time, his lips twist into somethingalmostresembling a smile, and he scoffs. “And you wantmeto take your cherry?” He shakes his head, almost to himself. “I don’t do soft, Lena. I don’t do sweet. I’m not the kind of man who takes things slow and whispers romantic catchphrases in your ear.”

Jesus, even when he’s denying me, he’s unbelievably hot. If Colt wasn’t working on this ranch, he’d have a line of women just begging to be let into his bedroom.

“What if I told you that I don’t want sweet?” I whisper, my voice trembling. “That I don’t want soft or romantic? That I just wantyou?”

Colt’s eyes slam shut, and his teeth clench like he’s in pain. He leans in and presses his forehead against mine, his lips only centimeters away. And for just a second, I want him to unravel. I want him to lose control.

“You have no clue how long I’ve been fighting this, Lena,” he finally admits, his voice rough and tense. “How badly I’ve wanted to bend you over a hay bale or throw you in the back of my pickup and destroy you.”

My pulse pounds heavily in my ears. That tickling sensation I felt before between my thighs is back with a vengeance. I may be already sweating, but I can feel myself getting wet as his eyes bore holes into mine.

“Then stop fighting it,” I tell him.

His enormous arms are trembling as he holds me. His skin against mine has me burning, and his lips areso closeto touching mine. He’s great at barking orders, but I bet he’s even better at kissing.

And…other things…

He leans closer, and for a second, I’m convinced he’s going to finally give in, and we’re about to embrace.

But then he just lets go and steps back like holding on to me is painful. He turns away and leans against the stall, gasping enormous lungfuls of air like he just went ten rounds in the boxing ring.

“I…can’t,” he chews out slowly. “It just wouldn’t be right.”

“Bullshit!” I snap, chasing after him. I try to grab him by the bicep, but he twists away. “Just because I’m a virgin, it doesn’t mean you have to treat me like some dainty little princess that will break when you touch her! I’m a woman–a woman who knows what she wants!”

He shakes his head and whirls on me. “You think this is a game,” he snarls. “You think that just because you wear short-shorts and flaunt your perfect body to me that I’ll just lose control and fuck you silly?”

“Yes,” I hiss back. “That’s exactly what I think.”

He stares down at me, chest heaving as he drags his eyes up my body, stopping on every one of my curves like he’s admiring a statue on display at a museum. At least now he’s not trying to hide it.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, like he’s begging the universe for help.

I close the remaining distance between us and press my palm to his chest, right over his heart, which is hammering hard like the piston of an engine. “I’m already yours, Colt. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

His lips tighten, and his hand reaches out–but he quickly stops and curls his fingers back like he’s fighting against every single instinct in his body.

“You’re shaking because of me,” I whisper, driving the point home.

His eyes finally land on mine, wild and wide. His mouth opens slightly, but then he’s backing away again.

“You’re right, Lena,” he admits. “You drive me crazy. But you’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. If I sink my teeth into you, I won’t ever let go. I’ll devour every inch of you until all that’s left is a girl who can’t remember her life before me.”

Again, I reply with a defiant look. “Maybe that’s what I want.”

And with that,Iturn and stride from the barn.

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