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didn’t get to finish her sentence before he took the two steps between them in one long stride. With a hungry look that singed her all the way to her toes, he pulled her against his hard chest, his mouth descending on hers.
    Elise welcomed his kiss, the feel of his body pressed against hers. She slid her hands up his shoulders to his head and knocked his hat off so she could run her fingers through his hair. Colt slowed his pace as his lips moved over hers, his tongue enticing her, drawing her in. If she could put a movement to the way the Texan drawl sounded, it would be his hot, wet tongue sliding seductively into her mouth, taking his time, making her want to find out what else he could do with his talented tongue.
    Elise’s heart beat hard against her chest, her breasts swelled and her nipples ached as she ran her hands down his thick, muscular back to pull his shirt out of his jeans. She wanted to touch his skin. Feel it against hers. Colt groaned and slid his hands down her back, clasping her rear and pulling her against his hard arousal. She moaned as he backed her against the barn wall and ground his erection against her sex. The pressure did little to assuage her throbbing ache. If anything, it intensified it.
    “Damn, I’m so hot for you, I can’t get close enough,” he groaned as he trailed his lips down her neck while he rocked his hips against hers, applying delicious pressure.
    “That’s ditto, Cowboy,” she said breathlessly. She gasped as he dipped his head and his hot mouth closed around her nipple through her shirt and skimpy bra. Her gasp turned to a low moan when his hand moved lower, stroking her mound through her jeans.
    She pushed against his hand, wanting all of him, everything he could give.
    Suddenly, Colt stepped back, his nostrils flaring, his heated gaze full of desire and want. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “What am I doing?” he ground out as if he weren’t allowed to indulge in his sexual desires.
    By the detached look in his eyes, Elise could tell he had pulled away and not just physically. She dropped her hands and pursed her lips, saying in a light tone, lighter than she felt, “It looks like you’re going to leave me high and dry.”
    Colt leaned over and picked his hat up from the ground. He hit it against his leg, as if out of habit, before putting it on his head.
    He met her gaze, his face a hard and unreadable mask. “I’m sorry, Elise. It won’t happen again,” he said before he turned and walked off toward his truck.

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    The next few days slid by in a blur for Colt. Refusing to accept Elise working for the Lonestar for free, he’d set her up on an equal monthly partner’s salary. He still hoped she’d decide to sell to him, but until then, paying her was only right in his mind. Other than that one interaction with her, he’d spent as much time outdoors as possible, avoiding her as best as he could considering they worked down the hall from each other.
    His actions the other day by the barn made him feel like a real bastard leaving her there, leaning against the wall, wanting—her jaw red from his five o’clock shadow, her lips swollen from his kisses. But self-preservation had finally called his brain back to order since the damn thing had taken a flying leap at her sexy, emerald eyes and saucy invitation. Sure he could’ve gone for the sex, but there was something about the way he reacted to her that scared him. His physical response to her went deeper than any other woman he’d ever been around.
    He didn’t want to fall into the same trap his father had. No matter what anyone said, he believed his father died of a broken heart at the young age of forty-nine. When Colt was a teen and his mother walked out on them, saying she missed the parties and high society, he’d never forgiven her. She had come from old money when she’d married his father, and he knew his dad never felt like he really deserved his mother.
    Walking away