Something flashed behind his intense stare. “I mean it, Alexandria. You don’t want to keep pushing.”
Lifting a palm to his chest, she ignored his rumbled order and gave him a tiny nudge. “Oops,” she teased, unable to keep herself from giving into the temptation.
Moving lightning fast, he reached up, wrapping his fingers around her wrist in a gentle but firm hold. As he did, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her body flush with his.
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. Careful you don’t get burned.”
“I’m not afraid of you,Cole.”
Another deep growl reverberated from inside his chest, the blues in his eyes darkening as he stared deep into hers. “What’s my name?”
The air in her lungs hitched, her heart pounding exponentially harder as she became lost in his molten gaze. For a moment, Alex couldn’t seem to utter a singlesound. When she remained quiet, Colt gave the order again.
“Say it, Alex.” His unwavering stare held her captive. “I want to hear you say my real name.”
“Coulter,” she whispered, belatedly obeying his low command.
But he shook his head side-to-side slowly. “The whole thing, Alexandria.”
Her pulse raced, and her sex filled with an unprecedented need. This was stupid. So very, very stupid.
This was Colt. Garrett’s brother. Avery’s brother-in-law. They couldn’t do this.Shecouldn’t do this.
Not with . . . him.
The whole thing, Alexandria.
“Coulter James Morgan.” His full name escaped as a breathy whisper.
Fire lit the primal need reflecting in his electric blue gaze. He smiled as desire flooded her core. Alex’s mouth became desert dry.
“Colt, what are you?—”
“I just needed to be sure.”
“Of what?” Alex found herself struggling to breathe.
“I needed to be sure you knew who was holding you close. That these aremyarms.” His fingertips pressed harder against her lower back. “And I had to know there’s no question in that beautiful mind of yours that these lips belong to me.”
“I know who you are.”
Are you sure about that?
His Adam’s apple bobbed with an audible swallow. “This is your chance, Alex.”
“My chance?”
“To tell me to walk away.”
Her heart kicked hard against her ribs for the umpteenth time. “What if I don’t want you to walk away?”
She probably should. Letting him leave would be the smartest choice for them both.
“I’m serious, Alex. You should tell me to get the hell out now, before it’s too late.”
She didn’t say the words but gave a slow shake of her head. His gaze darkened, his pupils expanded, and he held her even closer than before.
Despite the robe’s plush thickness, it was impossible to miss the impressive bulge pressing against her lower belly. A rush of electric desire raced deep into her aching core.
