Who the hell is he talking to?
“As long as you’re sure?”That’s Anna.“I never thought you’d hurt her, Colt. It’s just that you were so angry before, and there’s alcohol involved—”
“You seriously think I’d hurt her?” Colt cuts in, sharp.
I frown.
What the hell?
“No, of course not,” Anna backpedals quickly. “It just looked bad, that’s all.”
“Okay, well… she’s naked, waiting for me,” Colt says flatly. “If you don’t believe me, go check for yourself. Just know she’s gonna berealembarrassed if you do.”
I scramble under the covers as the door creaks open, and Anna steps inside. “Dee? Are you okay?” she asks gently, her eyes scanning the room as I yank the sheets up over my chest.
“Other than Colt withholding an orgasm from me? I’m fine. What’s wrong?”
Anna perches on the edge of the bed, visibly relieved. “He went downstairs to get ice. I got worried. After how he reacted with the stripper, I thought maybe…” She sighs. “He got too worked up.”
“You think he brought ice to put on a bruise?” I half-laugh.
She shrugs, glancing toward the door.
“Anna, come on. Colt would never hurt me.”
Colt enters, a bowl of ice in hand, looking unimpressed. “At least someone knows me well enough,” he mutters. “Anna, I’d never hurt Dee. I’m pissed you even considered it.” He walks past her and sets the bowl beside me on the nightstand.
My gaze drops to the ice, and my thighs clench.Oh, I know exactly what he’s planning.
Colt watches me notice it. His smirk is lethal.
“I saw the ice and panicked,” Anna says, now sheepish. “I’m sorry, Colt. I know you wouldn’t. I just… well, it looked bad.” She stands and hugs Colt quickly.
“Anna,” he says, brow raised. “I love you, but the ice is melting.”
She giggles, catching on. “Right. Yep. Totally. Sorry for the interruption.” She turns back to me, smirking. “Have fun. And don’t worry, I’ll keep the party going. See you two in the morning.” She shuts the door behind her.
And the moment it clicks closed, Colt turns to me, his eyes dark and full of intent.
I forget to breathe.
When my mind returns to me, I ask the question burning in my mind, “She seriously thought you were getting ice because you hit me?”
Colt rolls his eyes. “Yeah. I don’t even know how she made that leap. Honestly, I’m pissed she’d think that. But I guess, at least she cares enough to check.” He pulls his shirt off in onefluid motion, revealing his sculpted abs and broad chest. My mouth waters.
“Well… now that you’ve got the ice,” I murmur, tossing the sheets off and lying back again with a teasing grin. “What exactly are you planning to do with it?”
He chuckles and climbs between my legs, grabbing a cube from the bowl. “Tease you. Some more.”
My heart pounds. My thighs tighten.
His finger traces a slow path down the center of my body, from between my breasts to just above my pussy. I suck in a breath from even the faintest of touches.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
I nod, then smirk. “I know. You only ever hurt me in the good ways.” I take his hand and press it against my pussy, and he groans, leaning down to kiss me as his fingers stroke against my folds.
“Take off your pants,” I whisper against his lips. “I want to see all of you.”
