He barked out a laugh and pushed away from the doorframe to come toward me.
Damn, he was tall. And huge.
“What are you doing? Stop right there.” My hand shot out to halt him, but he kept coming and eventually my fingers hit his expansive, muscled pectoral.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked huskily. He covered my hand on his chest with his, effectively ending the futile struggle.
I swallowed. “No, I’m not afraid of you.”
“I think you’re a liar.” He shifted his stance, bringing himself into my space. He was so close that his leather cut nearly grazed my pajama tank. I wanted to draw him closer. I wanted to touch him, stroke the skin of his neck to see what it felt like against my fingertips.
“If you’re not afraid of me,” Colt continued, “then look at me.”
After a moment, I forced myself to gaze up into his face. His eyes were dark with desire.
“I can’t figure you out,” I admitted. “One minute you’re cold, the next you’re laughing at me.”
“I can’t seem to help it,” he said with a wry grin. “You make me smile. What can I say?”
I dropped my eyes from his to stare at his chest when I said, “I don’t like having to rely on anyone.”
“It doesn’t mean you’re weak if you need help.”
“Who said anything about being weak?”
“You don’t have to say it; I’ve been watching you. You can’t stand needing help.”
“Most things I can handle on my own,” I admitted. “This thing with the Iron Horsemen? I’m way out of my element.”
“I rely on my brothers, my club. They’re my family. Does that make me weak?”
Colt was anything but weak. He was strong, assured; the man swaggered when he walked. But for him it wasn’t a struggle, it came naturally.
“You want me,” he stated, changing the conversation entirely and calling me out directly.
I shook my head in negation.
“I want you. I’ve been thinking about you since I kissed you at Dive Bar,” he said huskily, his hands grasping the back of my head as he bent down to kiss me. His lips met mine in a show of sexuality. He plundered my mouth with his tongue as he held me to him. My hand touching his shirt curled into his body to feel his strength. It was a kiss of ownership, and I felt it everywhere. I was buzzing from the electric charge between us.
Colt pulled back but kept his hold on me, his eyes lit with hunger and promise. His hand came up to tease the strap of my tank top.
I swallowed, needing space, needing to get my bearings. “I won’t have sex with you as a thank you for letting me stay here. You’re not expecting that, right? Because—”
“Woman, you’ve got all kinds of issues.”
“That came out wrong.”
Colt released me. “How was it supposed to come out?”
I stepped away from him and shrugged. “I dunno. I didn’t mean to insult you but…I have nothing, Colt. And you have everything I need right now.” I looked away, hating my vulnerability. “I won’t be a pity fuck.”
“What makes you think you’d be a pity fuck?”
My gaze snapped back to his. “Look at me.”
“I am.” His brown eyes stayed on mine.
“You brought me here under duress.”