If Nicolette wanted someone who would take the initiative, she picked the right man.
Colt had her laid out on the kingsize bed almost as soon as they walked into the suite. Now he loomed over her, standing at the end of the bed as he started unbuttoning his shirt. She scooted backward, the look on her face equal parts aroused and anxious. Clearly, it had been too long since he’d driven her to the brink of orgasm if she was getting nervous again. He couldn’t be having that.
“You sure you’re not scared of me, Nico?” he teased, knowing that if he riled her up a little she’d forget her nerves. As expected, her eyes narrowed with irritation.
“Why? Are you going to do something scary?” she challenged, lifting her chin.
He grinned, not giving a verbal response when a physical one would do. Af
