Chapter Five
Holy s**t. Colt ran a hand through his hair and stared up at the wooden slats comprising the ceiling in the tack room, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. How long had it been since they’d snuck into the barn? Fifteen-minutes? Maybe? And in that short span of time, she’d managed to shove his whole world off its axis.
She must have been intoxicated.
It was the only explanation for why she’d come onto him like that. Not that he’d minded. Hell, if it had been any other woman, his pants would have been down around his ankles in a hot second. But this was Lydia. The embodiment of goodness. Everything he wasn’t. His c**k jerked against his jeans chastising him for his restraint. “Yeah, yeah. I’m an idiot.” He shook his head and let out a ragged sigh.
As long a
