By the time they made it back to Colt’s room, the air between them practically crackled.
Avery didn’t get a chance to catch her breath—Colt shut the door behind them with a force that made the walls shudder, then turned to face her, slow and dark-eyed like a storm rolling in with purpose.
“Clothes,” he said, voice low. “Off.”
Avery arched a brow, but didn’t hesitate.
She peeled her shirt off first, then stepped out of her jeans, never breaking eye contact. She thought she could maintain the upper hand, or at least play the game on equal footing.
But then Colt stalked toward her.
And she remembered exactly what it meant when he took control.
He didn’t kiss her.
Not yet.
He gripped her waist, hauled her up into his arms, and pinned her to the wall like she weighed nothing.
“You wan
