If I hadn’t seen the naked hurt in Colt’s eyes, I wouldn’t understand what just happened. But it’s clear—he’s frustrated by and angered at how I lied to him about Sebastian and robbed him of the opportunity to raise our baby boy.

Colt can’t stand the sight of me after all, and I think he left before he got even angrier.

I shouldn’t be turned on by any of it, but I’m tragically excited, my pussy humming as I wait for him to cool off and open that door. Because he will, right? Or is he going to leave me hanging here like this? Was that his intention all along, to wind me up and watch me go?

We’ll see about that.

I button my dress so that it covers my bare breasts, then kick off my sandals and wander to the dining table to drink from my glass of wine. I might as well pass the time until Colt comes back out here. Then I settle in to wait for him to burst out of that bedroom so he can scratch this itch that’s gradually consuming me. Come and get it, Colt. Show me how much you missed me. Then once we’ve got it out of our systems, maybe we’ll be able to talk without sex getting in the way.

But he stays in that room.

When I put down the wine on the glass table, I catch my reflection on the surface. The girl I see isn’t the same one from two summers ago. Like Colt, I have a lot of baggage now. I might only be twenty-two and stupid in love, but I’m sadder and wiser these days.

Unfortunately, I’m not wise enough to stay away from that door.

With steam in my veins, I walk over to his bedroom. I don’t even bother to knock. I just open it right up to find Colt sitting on the bed in the near darkness, his elbows resting on his thighs, his hands buried in his loose hair. He slowly gazes up at me, and it’s as if he hasn’t had any time to collect himself.

“So what was that all about?” I say. “You’re the one who asked me here tonight.”

“It turns out that I’m still too angry to deal with this, Serena. I shouldn’t have asked you to come over.”

I take a few brave steps into the room. “Well you did, so deal.”

He narrows his feverish gaze at me, and my sex convulses so hard that I have to wrestle back a gasp.

His eyes get that dangerously lustful haze to them before the anger returns. He’s all over the place tonight, and the fact that I can’t predict what he’ll do next just gets me going more.

“All this time,” he grits, “you didn’t want me around. Now you can’t seem to get enough of me.”

He’s right. I’m standing here because I can’t imagine leaving without feeling him inside me, and as he rises from the bed, all sex and heat, I’m rooted to the ground. My clit palpitates, my pussy gushing like a wet heartbeat.

He starts walking toward me, and I can’t keep my eyes off of his tanned, powerful torso under the gape of his button down. He moves like a savage thing, prowling and famished.

“You’re killing me, Serena,” he whispers. “You fucking take me over whenever you’re near me. You drive me crazy.”

Yes, I think, my veins trembling. Come closer. Touch me again. Possess me…

I realize that I’m backing away from his slow, intense approach, but I’ve gotten off track and I’m retreating toward his window, not out the door. In the dimness of the room, Colt looks like a brutish shadow, and my breathing slices through me.

He keeps on coming. “Has there been anyone since I left? Tell me, and don’t lie about it.”

“No.” I lick my lips. “There’s never been anyone but you.”

“Good.”

My back hits the floor-to-ceiling window, making it shiver. I paste my hands against the glass as he stands in front of me, imposing and compelling. I hear my choppy breathing, my heartbeat, the purr of electricity in the air between us. The same vibration travels around my pussy, a wicked buzz, a whisper of agony that only he can make disappear.

He braces his hands above me on the window, bending down to bring his mouth so close to mine that I wince, needing him to just kiss me already. He smells so damned good—clean and musky—and my head spins. But now that he’s only inches away in the dimness, I see the same rage and fury in him that I saw earlier. I don’t know if he loves me or hates me.

Suddenly, he reaches down and grasps me by the waist, turning me around so that I’m panting and pressing my hands against the window, as if in surrender. He slips a palm to my belly and begins to rub me there and…dammit, he remembers how I used to get off like this. He remembered it the other night too.

“You should’ve gotten out while you could,” he whispers into my hair.

My pussy bangs in an achy, steady rhythm as he massages me. I gasp again as he slides his other hand up to my breast, possessively kneading it. He buries his face against my neck, and I press my cheek against him as he gnaws at my tender skin like he wants to feast on me.

“No more secrets,” he murmurs against me. “You’d better not hide anything again.”

“I won’t.”

He aggressively bites my neck, and I groan and fall all the way against the window. At the same time, he keeps rubbing my belly and working my breast. Through my half-open eyes, I faintly see people far below us strolling beside the river. Can they see us up here in the penthouse, writhing and getting all worked up?

No secrets, I think. Colt has got me against a window that definitely offers full transparency…

When he presses his long, hard body against the back of me, I can feel how excited he is; his stiff cock prods me, and I grope in back of me to cup him. But he thwarts me, taking his hand from my breast and wrapping his fingers around my wrist, then putting my hand back up to the window.

The glass is getting moist and slick from my heavy breathing. “Colt, I—”

He grasps the front of my dress and pulls it apart so hard that it rips. I lower my arms as he pushes my dress down, taking my panties with it. Boneless, I slump against the window again, my naked breasts crushed against the glass.

Bared to the world below us, I make a scared and exhilarated sound, still looking out the window down at the people taking a walk who are clueless about what’s being unleashed up here in the penthouse. Colt pushes my hair away from my neck, roughly kissing my nape and making me squirm and moan. He nips and gnaws his way down my spine until he gets to his knees, then cups my ass in his hands. Wild, wet tingles fly through my clit and whirl up to my belly as he lightly bites the curves of my cheeks until I’m slapping the window.

He grips my hips tightly, quieting me down, and just when I think he still might be angry at me—this time for being so loud—he presses his face against my bottom, running his hands down the front of my sensitive thighs, then clasping me above my knees.

My pulse takes over my pussy, blasting. I wonder if I’m getting the window all wet.

“You told me to move on,” he roughly whispers against my skin. “And I thought I’d never forgive you for that. How do you think you should be punished, Serena?”

“Just like this,” I say, clawing at the window.

“Just like…this?”

He turns me slightly, and with his mouth still against my ass cheek, brings one of my legs up and over his shoulder. I gasp at the slick sound of my pussy, at the feeling of being so open and exposed. I’m sure he heard how drenched and hot I am because he makes a low sound like a hungry beast. I groan, encouraging him, then feel him adjust his position below me so he can press my front against the window again. Then…

Oh my God.

I gape against the glass, slumping as he lifts my leg and buries his mouth against my sex, breathing me in, making me whimper and shiver. Then, as if satisfied that I’m nearly begging, he runs his tongue through my slit.

I stand on my tiptoes as a violent bolt splits my sex apart. “Colt!”

He starts kissing my sex with wild abandon, licking the wetness from me, thoroughly eating me while holding me up and slipping his fingers from the front of my thigh to my clit where he massages me until my legs wobble. Before I can fall all the way to the carpet, he strengthens his hold beneath my leg and presses that hand against the window, all the while voraciously going at me, making me insane and totally high from the sounds he’s making against my soaking sex.

He consumes me, makes me half blind with delirious need and fever. I use the window to hold myself up, not knowing how long I can take this. Every cell inside me is thudding like the bass of a sound system turned up to blast. I feel my pulse pounding into the window, shaking it, causing tiny tremors around me. When Colt presses on my clit with his fingers and thrusts his tongue into me, every tremor zings to the center of my body, gathering in force, rolling into one rumble after another, growing and growing then clashing together in a peal of thunder so loud that I cry out for mercy then tumble toward the floor.

In a fog, I feel Colt catch me and heft me over his shoulder as he stands. I barely even know what he’s doing as he deposits me on the bed, then strips off his shirt and jeans. Even without much light, my gaze focuses on his wondrous body: his chiseled torso, rocked arms, slim hips, long legs and…that cock. Big, thick.

I suck in a breath. It’s been a long time…very long…and I feel as nervous as a virgin.

He crawls onto the mattress, bracing his hands on either side of me, caging me with that crazed gaze that’s still mostly anger, but also something else.

Desire. He wants me just as badly as I want him, and the hot spots that’re still pulsing in my clit and belly scream for him. I’m already ignited and sensitive, and when I look again at how huge and hard he is, I blow out a shaking breath.

He rubs his cock over my inner thigh, cruelly teasing me. “I’ll bet this is what you’ve been really missing, Serena.”

He’s pushing me, taking his bitterness out on me, but as I feel him against my skin, I remember the sweet pain of the first time we were together, the heartbreaking anguish when we were apart. I want him in me, a part of me again, forever, always.

He leans back on his haunches, his thighs strong and lean, and as he unwraps the rubber he had in his hand, I pant for him some more. He sheathes himself, then reaches between my thighs again, inserting two fingers into my sex, priming me.

“So ready for me,” he whispers.

“Yes…oh, God, yes…”

I undulate with him, holding back tiny little pleading cries for him to just fuck me…fuck me now…

“No matter what, you were always mine,” he rasps. “Always.”

His territorial words almost make me come again, but then he slides his other arm under me, pulling me up to him with possessiveness, making me straddle him as I suck in a breath. He pumps me some more with his fingers as I move with him, faster, harder, then he slips them out. In another unexpected move, he drives me back into the pillows at the headboard, and I gasp as we come to stare at each other, anger and lust, fury and need in his eyes.

“Colt…” I whisper.

Just as I think that his frustration with me might disappear, his gaze flares, and he pulls my hips toward him, thrusting into me with his huge cock.

“Oh!”

I arch my hips and grip his hair as he keeps looking into my eyes. Time suspends with him inside me, and just as the blazing domination in his gaze sears into me, my eyes roll back. He rams into me again, and I groan and take him deeper, digging my fingers into his skin and hair. Then, with a growl, he begins to really fuck me, desperately banging me into oblivion, taking total control of me and owning me completely with wet, wild, merciless strokes. My core is flaming, the flames turning into a roaring inferno so fast that when I orgasm, it’s like I’ve never done it before. I go to pieces and fall from the great heights of my ecstasy, and after I steam up inside, expanding, pulsing, then coming again, I finally feel him explode inside of me with the same unrestrained blasts.

This is the rawest sex I’ve ever had. The best.

And it was with the man I’ll never be able to get enough of.