He looks at me with sympathetic eyes and then winces. “I… I…fuck,” he stutters, running his hand through his stupid, gorgeous hair.
“Great, just great. Who do you think you are, coming into my life and turning it upside down? What gives you the right to waltz into my already right royal mess of a life and make me feel even worse than I did before I met you? Just because you’re a famous rock star doesn’t give you a license to hurt people, Colt. You’re not exempt from how normal people treat each other just because you are… well, you.Urgh!”I blurt out, venting my frustrations as I lean over and push him away from me.
He grabs my wrists and pulls me close to him.
I try to pull away, but Colt’s too strong.
The cab driver steps out of his car and looks at us. “Ma’am? Is there a problem? Is this—”
“Stop!” Colt interrupts with a stern glare that causes a shiver to run over me. His eyes are firmly set on the cab driver, who shrugs and returns to the driver’s seat.
“Dee, stop struggling, for fuck’s sake!” Colt demands, turning his attention to me. He lets my wrists go and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into an embrace.
I struggle against him, but his hold doesn’t budge.
The concierge gets involved now, seeing I’m battling to get some distance from Colt. “Miss Norman, should I call the police?”
I look at the concierge, shake my head, then turn to Colt. “Colt, you don’t even remember our first kiss. So if you are honest with yourself, you can’t be that upset with me leaving. Now…Let. Me. Go!”
His hand comes up to caress my cheek, pulling my face up so our eyes lock. I stop struggling instantly as he softly tries to calm me down. His eyes appear full of regret, but who knows if I am reading that right. I don’t trust my own judgment right now.
“This… right now… isnothappening. I am sorry about what happened last night, but alcohol was an issue,” he says, causing me to frown.
“Why?”
“I regret not remembering our first kiss in my drunken stupor. I want to remember every moment with you, Dee. Every. Single. One. Starting now,” he says, then leans down and slams his lips to mine.
I close my eyes and take in everything that is Colt.
His smell.
The firm touch of his lips on mine.
His bulging biceps that are wrapped tightly around me.
And for a moment, a brief moment, I get lost in him.Again!
I open my mouth to let him in, and his tongue touches mine. Our kiss last night was full of passion and lust, but this one is different. There’s a yearning in his touch, a delicate softness that sends goose bumps up my arms.
Slowly, he lets me out of his tight restraint, but my lips stay connected to his. He moves his hand to the back of my head, grabs a handful of hair like last night, and holds me to him by my neck.
This is so much better than last night’s kiss.
I thought he was a good kisser when drunk, but when sober, he makes my panties melt with just one flick of his tongue against mine. I tug him closer so our bodies are touching. Colt then leans me back against the cab as he gently caresses my cheek and slowly pulls his lips away, resting his forehead against mine.
“How’s that for a second kiss?” he asks with a cocky smirk.
I frown. “Colt, you forgot about me. Completely. You let Jessi sit all over you in the Hummer. Then, to top it all off, you letherdragyouinto the penthouse with me watching. I don’t knowwhat I’m supposed to do with all that. I can’t take a chance on you never being drunk and doing the same thing.”
He winces. “I’m sorry, Dee. I never meant to hurt you. I don’t remember any of it. And I sure as shit don’t remember Jessi being on my lap. I only wantyouon my lap. Just you!”
“But how can that happen, Colt? You’re leaving for America. Where exactly does that leave me?”
He frowns again, but then it’s like a light bulb goes off inside his head. His frown turns into a wide, beaming smile, and his eyes sparkle. “You have nothing keeping you in London, do you?”
I tilt my head and raise my brow. “My parents,” I reply in confusion.
“Parents aren’t a reason. Come with me. Come on tour with me. You said it yourself that you loved the new you. I can’t say I won’t slip, but I will promise to try and be better for you. This is all new for me, Dee. This is not something I am used to, so you will have to be patient. But say you’ll come with me,” he pleads, taking my hands in his.
