He was looking past me.
I didn’t see what he was looking at until Colter appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the guy by the throat and pinning him to the wall. Then the guy lifted up. Colter lifted him up with one damn hand.
Hot.
God, that was insanely hot.
Even if, yet again, I did not need to be saved.
“We got a rule in this town,” Colter said, his tone eerily calm as the man’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “When a woman says fuck off, you fuck off. And if you don’t fuck off, well…” He let the threat hang as his hand stayed clamped around the guy’s throat, making his eyes widen as he couldn’t draw in a breath.
“You’re gonna kill him,” I said, reaching out, placing a hand on Colter’s giant arm, the muscles tightening with the strain of holding onto the guy as he started to fight.
“He hasn’t even passed out yet,” Colter said, still freakishly calm, even as his arm started to shake from trying to hold onto the wriggling man.
“Colter,” I snapped, pulling harder on his arm.
While his little assault was actually kind of sexy, I didn’t want the guy to go back to prison for it.
There was a darkness in his eyes as he kept staring at the man, who looked a little blank behind the eyes.
I dropped his arm, grabbed his chin instead, yanked his head to face me.
“Put him down.”
It was like a curtain lifted.
Then the man dropped down to his own feet, gasping hard for breath.
Colter was breathing heavily.
And his gaze was intense—cold and heated at the same time. I couldn’t look away.
I felt a shiver course through me.
But it wasn’t just one of those little inside ones. He saw it.
Then his hand was the one reaching for me, grabbing me by the side of my neck and yanking me forward.
I stumbled into him.
Not a single molecule in my body tried to resist.
My head tilted back.
His lowered down.
There was nothing slow or soft about the kiss. It was all hard and heat, all demand and combustible desire.
Distantly, I heard the guy next door’s door slam.
But then I was being pushed back against the wall of the motel, and I didn’t hear anything but the whooshing in my ears. I felt nothing but his lips, teeth, and tongue.
Colter reached down, grabbing me behind my legs, lifting me off my feet. My legs wrapped around his lower back as his lips slanted over mine again and again.
A low, throaty moan worked its way up my throat and escaped me.
The sound had Colter pulling back. His gaze was molten; his breath panting out of him.
