I’m so distracted as I flush that it’s not until I’m almost at the basin that I find Colten leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
Holy fucking muscles.
There’s a whole lot to look at for it still being dark outside.
Wait a damn second.
Did he open the closed bathroom door while I was using the toilet?
“What the hell are you doing in here?” I snap.
“You got out of bed without telling me where you were going,” he replies calmly.
“And you thought coming in here when the door was closed was okay? Do boundaries personally offend you?” I tear my eyes off him and move to the sink to wash my hands. Maybe it willbe easier to stay irritated at him if I’m not staring at his tattooed chest.
Who gave him the right to look like that, anyway?
“Boundaries don’t exist between us, Wildcat.”
“Like hell they don’t.” I cross my arms over my chest and cock a hip, a frown etched into my brow.
His eyes fill with amusement as they drag down my body, and my cheeks heat as something occurs to me.
I’m still wearing the bra and panties I put on for the live stream, so I may as well be naked for all the lace hides.
A growl tears from my throat, and I reach for a towel, quickly wrapping it around myself.
There. That should protect what’s left of my modesty. Which at this point barely exists, but you know what? Beggars cannot be choosers, and I need all the help I can get right now.
But if anything, the move only seems to amuse him further, his smirk growing by the second.
“Get out.” I point behind him into the dark bedroom.
“No.”
“Colten,” I warn.
“Lexi,” he parrots back at me, earning himself a fresh glare I hope is as full of irritation as what’s rioting in my chest.
What happened to the quiet, reserved guy I’ve known for most of my life? Where the hell has this cocky, confident, sexy-as-hell asshole come from?
My glare is cut off when the lights turn off, leaving us in complete darkness.
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but before they get the chance, I’m backed up until my ass hits the counter, and I’m trapped between the cool granite and Colten’s hard body.
I press my hands against his chest, shoving as hard as I can, but it’s no use. I’m not getting out of this until he allows it.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
His hands fall to my hips before he lifts me onto the countertop, sending a shiver through my body. “What I should have done a decade ago.”
And then his lips are on mine.
Hot and heavy, messy and desperate.
At first I’m too shocked to move. Even in all the dreams I’ve had about this very moment, I never thought it would feel like this.
Like the building could be on fire around us, and yet I still wouldn’t be able to break our kiss.
