The doors open, and I slap his hand away.
The asshole chuckles before turning to walk out, blowing me a kiss, then heading to the concierge desk.
Is he serious?That’s disgusting.
Stepping out of the elevator, I step over to where some of the crew are standing. The elevator opens again, and this time, Colt, Jessi, Anna, and Johnny walk out. I look over at Colt, and he glances at me briefly, then heads toward the reception desk and speaks with the receptionist. She hands him a keycard, and he smiles at her as Dingo collects the keycard for the penthouse suite. I guess Colt’s staying in a different room from us.
Probably with Sarah.
As we make our way back toward the elevators, I notice Colt going to a different one. Then, when I step in, I make sure I’m nowhere near Huxley as I join the group.
The elevator chimes when we reach the top floor, and the doors open. Walking toward the penthouse suite, I hear another elevator chime and turn to watch Colt walk out. I wrap my arms around myself, seeking comfort, and turn back toward the penthouse.
Mid-step, I feel a hand on my elbow, pulling me along, and I look up to see Colt dragging me toward a different room. I look at him in confusion, fumbling along while Anna and Johnny walk past with giant smiles.
“Colt?”
“Shush! Just come with me,” he says as he turns toward a suite, opening it with his keycard. I walk in with him, and I’m stunned. The suite is fantastic. It’s what I would imagine the perfect honeymoon suite to be. Rose petals are sprinkled on theking-sized bed, and a tray filled with croissants and fruit sits on a small table with a big bottle of champagne and two flutes. When I turn around, Colt is standing there with a warm smile, and I’m not sure what to say or do.
“Surprise,” he says, confusing me.
“What the hell is this? Are you seriously showing me the room you’ll be spending time with Sarah in?” I ask, feeling all sorts of angry and hurt that he’d do this to me.
“What?” he asks like he’s the one confused.
“I heard you on the phone, telling Sarah you’d meet her in the luxury suite. And according to that clock on the wall, Sarah will be arriving any minute,” I reply and head toward the door.
“What are you talking about?” Colt asks, and I scoff at him.
“What kind of jerk shows his girl… friend, oh, whatever I am, the room he will be sleeping in with another woman? You’re a real arsehole, you know that, Colt?” I open the door and start to storm out, but he grabs my arm and pulls me back inside, slamming the door shut behind me. Then he pins me to it with his body, his face an inch away from mine.
My breathing quickens at the surge flowing between us.
Colt leans in, kissing me hard, using his hands on either side of my face to hold me firmly in position. His tongue forces its way into my mouth while I struggle against him. Instead of backing up, he moves in closer, so his erection is painfully obvious as it pokes into my lower belly.
What the hell is he doing?
When I start to bang my fists against his chest, he takes his hands from my face and grabs my wrists, forcing them up beside my head against the door. It doesn’t matter how hard I try to fight against him, he’s persistent in kissing me, and I can’t deny the heat that’s building.
My steady resolve quickly weakens, and I feel that undeniable ache for him. That strong magnetism he has pulls me into himas I succumb to his kiss. I flick my tongue against his, easing the tension between us. Our breathing is heavy when he slowly parts our lips and rests his forehead on mine. I close my eyes tightly, kicking myself for giving in to him so easily—again.
“You’re so jealous, aren’t you?” he whispers into my ear as he nips on my earlobe.
“No. You can sleep with whoever you want,” I reply, wriggling my wrists in his grip.
“Mmm… just like you’ll sleep with whoever you want,” he replies, provoking me to want to slap him.Hard as fuck.
I try to free my right hand from his grasp, but he’s too strong. “You’re a prick, Colter Slade,” I bellow as tears begin to well.
He exhales and rests his forehead against mine again. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled—”
“You’re damn right it wa—”
“Dee…shut. Up!” Colt berates, taking me aback. “Sarah is the receptionist at the desk downstairs. I rang the hotel from the jet, and Sarah answered.”
“Good for you. Now let me go,” I reply, still struggling against him.
“Will you hold still? Sarah set this room up for you and me, not for her and me. I asked her to give us a suite next to the penthouse so we’re still with the band but in a room on our own, where no one can hear or interrupt us. This is my version of ‘normal,’ Dee. I’m trying to give younormal,” he says.
