What are you doing?
He shouldn’t touch her. What if Logan really understood this woman better than he did? After all, Colt had met her just a few days ago. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
“Just shh,” he warned her, glancing outside the stall to make sure they were alone.
Logan would skin him alive if he knew of the lascivious thoughts Colt was having about his ex-sister-in-law. And yet he couldn’t seem to pull away.
He kissed her. He didn’t care that Buck and Melissa were outside. Didn’t care that Amber and he were in the middle of a stall. Didn’t care about anything.
He could fall in love with this woman.
The thought came as a shock. He drew back.
“What’s wrong?”
God, what a mess.
Logan was wrong about her, Colt was certain. Amber didn’t keep his son away out of cruelty. She did it for Rudy’s sake.
Colt had the little boy’s picture in his pocket, had been checking it against the children in the camp ever since he’d received it last night. But Logan was right. It was too old. The child in the picture was too young, his face softened by baby fat. The kids at this camp were older. Colt had sent Logan an email advising him of the fact, but he had yet to hear back.
“Colt?”
He drew her toward him, so conflicted, so filled with longing. She was so incredibly lovely. “Amber,” he said softly.
The moment their mouths connected, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His tongue slid across her lips and he tipped his head to the side for better access. He fitted his body to hers in such a way that she couldn’t misunderstand his intentions.
“Colt,” she moaned when he nibbled the shell of her ear. He felt her shift, and she captured his hand.
Brought it to her breast.
“Touch me,” he heard her whisper. “Touch me here.”
She pressed herself against him, then did some exploring of her own.
“Jeez,” he murmured when she touched him, stroked his length.
She didn’t let the fabric of his jeans deter her. He dropped his hand, his mouth finding the side of her neck. And then he found her center.
“Yes.” She moaned again.
Their lips met once more and he almost lost himself. Here. In the middle of a damn stall.
“Amber,” he murmured.
“Just grab the curb bit.”
Buck. They sprang apart.
“They’re all hanging on the wall to the left,” the ranch manager was saying.
As she passed, Melissa glanced in the stall, saw them and stumbled.
“And this is the horse’s fetlock,” Colt pronounced loudly.
“Uh-huh,” Amber said.
But Melissa wasn’t stupid.
She gave them a look and kept on walking.
“Crap,” Amber said, straightening. “Crap, crap, crap.”
“Amber—”
She left him standing there, nearly colliding with Buck on her way out.
“Excuse me,” she said, and then was gone.
Mac tried to follow, but Colt ordered him to stay.
“What happened?” Buck asked.
“Nothing,” he said blandly.
It was a lie.