The next morning, Colton woke up with a bad headache. After Victoria had left last night with tears in her eyes, he had banged his head and fists against the main door out of frustration. He knew that he should have taken it slow with her but he hardly had any control over himself around her. All his good senses left him when he was with her and the need that coursed through his body, the need to kiss her, touch her, have her, always controlled his mind. He knew that he had hurt her. She was different from the other women he had met who always gave in to...