Looking into the bedroom, Colt’s getting dressed while staring at me. I wink at him, and he smiles brightly, then gestures with a nod toward the door and mouths,I’m gonna head next door.I return the smile, dipping my chin to indicate that I understand, and he winks before walking away. I turn my attention back to the girls who are discussing how my hair should be styled and exhale as I look at the shower and remember Colt’s hands all over me.
“Dee? Earth to Dee? C’mon… put the top on so we can decide on your hair. Up or down,” Kira says, snapping me out of my reverie. I smile and pull the top on, if you can even call it that. I don’t feel comfortable, but I want to look hot for Colt, so I suck it up and let the girls make me overagain.
After they apply the finishing touches, we make our way to the penthouse suite, and even I think I look smoking hot. The girls did a great job, but I’m still a little self-conscious and walk with my arms wrapped around my naked midriff.
Sia opens the penthouse suite door, and we walk in.
“Colter Slade, come see your rockin’ it, rock chick,” Anna yells as I flush red.
Dingo walks in and wolf whistles. “Hooey! Lookin’ hot there, Little Bean.”
Colt walks into the room, and his eyes lock onto mine.
“Doesn’t she look stunning, Colt?” Sia asks.
His face contorts like he’s angry, his nostrils are flaring, and I hear his heavy breathing from here.That was not the reaction I had been hoping for. Instead, he takes deliberate steps over to me, pulling my arms down and revealing my naked skin.
“What the fuck is this?” he grumbles, pointing to my midriff. His tone indicates he’s more than displeased.
I grimace and swallow.
“I know, isn’t it awesome?” Anna replies.
He gives her a huge death glare. “Uh… that would be a no. Not even a little bit. Anna, I don’t care if you wear shit like this, but my girl willnotgo out in public showing off her flesh, dressed so every fucking man will want her. C’mon, Dee, you’re getting changed,” he says, almost shouting, and drags me by the arm.
I can’t help the gasp that escapes as I rush along with him in shock.
“Seriously, Colt, get a grip. She’s hot. Deal with it,” Anna says.
“And that’s exactly the reason she can’t wear this shit. You don’t understand,” Colt says to her with a pointed look of irritation before turning back to me. “Dee, I thought you agreed your skin is for my eyes only?” He looks down at me with his forehead furrowed and lips pursed.
Swallowing hard, I nod as he drags me from the penthouse suite to our room. When we discussed his need to have all of me, I didn’t think it would be this extreme. I thought he would like what I’m wearing.
A sudden wave of disappointment washes over me.
“Colt,” I whisper.
“What?” he replies abruptly as he swipes the keycard to open our suite door.
“I wish I were pretty enough for you,” I murmur, my voice uneven and so quiet I am unsure he will hear me.
And just like that, all my insecurities come rushing back.
I don’t belong here.
I’m out of his league.
He grunts and pulls me through the door, slamming it behind me. Then his lips are on mine as he pushes me hard against the damn door—he seems to have a thing with doors. His tongue enters my mouth while his hand reaches for my breast. He’s not gentle as he massages it hard enough for me to wince in pain, but it also makes me moan slightly at his possessiveness. “Wrists,” he says, and his other hand takes my wrists, holding them above my head firmly against the door.
My head is spinning.
One minute, he’s flaming mad, and the next, he’s carnal with desire. He is a walking contradiction.
He grinds his hips into me with brutal force, and my head falls back against the door.
“Fuck, Dee,” he murmurs as he slows the kiss from being possessive to one of passion. “Don’t you ever think you’re not pretty enough for me. That’s the problem, Dee, you’re too damn hot, and if you dress like that, then while I’m on stage, all the guys will want to get their hands on you, and I can’t do anything about it while I’m up there. No one can touch you except for me,” he states, tightening his grip on my wrists and grinding into me again.
I nod, and he exhales, resting his forehead against mine.
