“Christ, I’ve wanted you since the moment I walked into Dive Bar and you sauntered your ass up to me, wearing those jeans that left nothing to the imagination.” He grinned. “It took all of my willpower not to lift you over my shoulder and cart you out of there.”
I could picture Colt doing just that and I found I really enjoyed the fantasy. To be handled by a man like Colt. To be treated like a woman—and to be the one who bore the brunt of his pleasure…
Colt’s lips came back to capture mine, but gentler, as if he had all the time in the world to seduce me. But I didn’t want slow; I didn’t want a chance to think. I wanted a moment to forget about all my worries and enjoy nothing but my time with him.
I knew I was acting desperate, but I didn’t care. I hadn’t known Colt long at all, but I wanted him anyway. It had been a while since I’d felt my body tighten and release from the pleasure that came from a partner.
Colt made a noise in the back of his throat—I wasn’t sure what it meant exactly, but I didn’t care because he continued to kiss me with blatant intent.
And then I heard the ringing of his phone.
With obvious reluctance, he released me and I slowly slid down until my feet were on the ground. He reached into his jeans and pulled out his cell. “Yeah?” Colt’s hand rested on the curve of my shoulder before pulling me to his side. His fingers dipped down across my shoulder blades, raising goosebumps along my skin.
“Okay,” Colt said. “We’ll be there in about half an hour.” He hung up and shoved his phone back in his pocket.
“Half an hour?” I asked, looking up at him with amusement. “That doesn’t give us a lot of time.”
He let out a low chuckle. “You have about five minutes to get dressed and then we’ve got to get to the clubhouse.”
I didn’t want to go to the clubhouse. I wanted to finish what Colt and I had started in the hallway.
“What’s at the clubhouse?” I asked.
“Your friend.”
I frowned. “Shelly?”
He nodded.
“Why is she there?”
“I had Zip talk to her and tell her you were okay, that you were with us. She seems to think we kidnapped you.”
“What!”
“She showed up at the clubhouse threatening to call the cops if she didn’t get to see you with her own two eyes.” His lips curled in amusement. “Time’s a tickin’, darlin’. Get dressed so you can call off your friend.”
Shelly jumped off the bed in one of the clubhouse bedrooms and immediately came to me. She placed a hand on my shoulder and then another on my chin to turn my face so she could see the scratch on my cheek. And then she saw the cast on my wrist. “Oh my God! What the hell happened to you?”
“Long story,” I evaded. I waved away her hand, hating the fuss she was making.
Colt hovered in the doorway, refusing to leave.
“Can we have a minute? Alone?”
“No,” he said.
“We need a minute.” I paused. “Please?”
Colt’s dark brown eyes surveyed me and then went to Shelly. Finally, he nodded and then left the room, closing the door behind him.
As soon as he was gone, Shelly dragged me over to the bed and forced me to sit down.
“Whose room is this?” I asked.
“I dunno. Some guy named Boxer. They took my phone,” Shelly said with a scowl. “I haven’t been able to call Mark. You were supposed to be on your way to Coeur d’Alene. Now you’re wearing a cast, your cheek is scratched, and you’ve taken up with bikers.”
“I haven’t taken up with bikers,” I muttered.