Colt’s mouth took mine. It wasn’t gentle—it was all need and dominance. But I didn’t let him take over. I gave as good as I got, my tongue twisting with Colt’s, stroking, teasing, demanding more. When he broke away, I gasped for breath and then glared at him. “Seriously?” Colt sent me a cocky grin. “Just a little reminder of what’s waiting at home, so you don’t take too long.”
