As she pulled into the paved driveway and ran her gaze over the property, she was pleased with the looks of it. It was an older two-story home with vinyl siding, a front porch with white railing, and a nicely manicured lawn. A large tree shaded the side yard. Flowerbeds or hanging plants would have brightened the exterior, but all in all, it was very nice. It was simply missing a woman’s touch. Colt stepped outside and waved her in. The sight of him caused heat to race through her veins. He looked so good in tight jeans and a t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms. Too good. Had she made a mistake in coming here? Time would tell. “Hi,” she said, strolling up the steps. “Nice to see you.” Before she could anticipate it, he planted a quick welcome kiss on her lips. That pleasant burning sensation began to swell in her again. She was determined not to have sex with Colt, but that didn’t mean she was immune to his charming advances. Every move he made, each slow smile, the way he walked, the way he talked, how he touched her—everything about him oozed masculine sexuality.
