Colin manhandled me up the stairs and into the apartment, groping me and kissing my neck while I tried to get the door unlocked.
Finally, we tumbled through the door, and he slammed it behind us.
For a moment, we stood staring at each other, eye to eye, both breathing like we'd been in a marathon.
Colin took a step, slowly, his glowing eyes fixed intently on my face.
He looked so good. He smelled so good, like rain and pines and alpha, and my mouth watered, my knees going weak.
Screw it. He might still be all full of crazed mating hormones—he probably was, based on his behaviour. But he'd stayed away so long…I was too weak to resist him. Too weak to follow my own better judgment.
"Well?" I demanded. "What now? You showed up out of nowhere, you made me jerk off in your car, you're—damn it, if you don't get me spread open on your knot in the next five minutes I'm going to be the one hunting you down, and I'll tie you up again if I have to—"
