Colt drew in a deep breath through his nose. Yes, there was the feint scent of her desire. Something to use against her.

He could make her want him so much that she’d beg, then leave her unsatisfied and that would be part of his revenge. He’d use her attraction to him against her.

“What?” He rolled his hips again and pulled her tight, crushing her breasts against his bare chest. “Does my hard-on offend you?”

“I…” She couldn’t answer him. She had this look of lost hunger on her face that made him want to drop his head and kiss her.

Oh, yes, part of my vengeance. In all the time she road me like a stallion, she never kissed me. Maybe she has a problem with kissing men.

He felt the evil smile curl his lips and saw the fear in her eyes.

“Colt, please…”

“Please what?” he sneered. “Please don’t fuck you?”

She blushed and tried to push away from him again.

Colt tightened his grip and let his hand slide down her side. He hooked a thumb under her breast and curved his hand around the outside edge of it, never quiet giving her the contact she was must be aching to get.

“Colt…”

His name sounded like a plea on her lips and he felt a surge of desire so strong it almost staggered him.

He moved his hand away from her breast and lowered it over the curve of her hip.

Colt heard Angelica’s breath, hitch.

He let his hand slide down her thigh and hooked the back of her knee. With one fast movement, he pulled her knee up so she could feel his denim-covered erection close to her sex.

Her head fell back and she gasped, and the sound all but drove him to his knees.

Kiss her now if you are going to, because your plan is backfiring on you.