Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(23)

“You are the most annoying woman I’ve ever met.” Colt advanced on her. “For the record? There are lots of things I feel for you, but pity ain’t one of them.”


Her shoulders hit a wall.


“Still ain’t talkin’ to me?”


She shook her head.


Colt was a breath away. “I’ve got an idea on how you can put that smart mouth of yours to better use.”


Her lips parted. In protest or invitation? Dammit. Lately whenever they got within kissing distance all she could think about was locking lips with him. For hours. Days maybe.


“Well?”


“Fine. If you wanna talk so bad, why don’t you tell me one of the things you feel for me?”


“You couldn’t handle it right now because you’re mad and confused.”


“Mad? Yes. Confused? Where do you get off—”


“Look, at yourself. Why are you pushin’ me away with one hand, and pullin’ me closer with the other?”


“I’m not.” Then she noticed her right palm was flat against his chest shoving, while her left hand was bunched in his T-shirt pulling. “Nice try at changing the subject, but I know the real reason you won’t tell me.”


“What’s that?”


“In your dating… void over the last few years, your silver tongue has tarnished and you aren’t very good with words.”


“Is that so?” His eyes never left hers. “I wish you weren’t bein’ so damn difficult because we both know the real reason you’re fightin’ with me.”


“Wish granted.” She sidestepped him.


A hand clamped on her shoulder. He used the momentum to spin her against the wall again.


“Let me go. You’ve made it clear—”


“No, I haven’t.” His hands braceleted her wrists and he held them firmly by her sides. Colt eliminated the gap between their bodies and nestled his cheek against hers. Whiskers scraped her jaw, his soft lips brushed the side of her neck, his hot breath skittered across her damp skin with every exhalation.


“This’ll make it a damn sight clearer of what I feel for you. I wanna touch you, Indy. Right here. With your back up to the wall. I wanna suck your nipples through your flimsy shirt. Taste how anger changes the sweet flavor of your skin. When that ain’t enough contact, I’ll lift up your shirt so I can pull those pretty pink nipples in my mouth, rollin’ my tongue around the hoops. I’ll suck hard, suck deep, suck for a good, long time.”


Colt’s words set her blood on fire.


“That ain’t all. I wanna go down on you. Yank off your jeans.


Rip aside your panties and finger you until you’re nice and wet.


Then I’ll drop to my knees and taste you. Gently at first. Lick a path from the top down to where you’re weepin’ for me.”


India’s knees threatened to buckle as he tormented her with erotic images.


“I’ll swirl the tip of my tongue around your opening, never going higher, sometimes slipping just a little too far back. Nipping that tasty tender flesh between your thighs with my lips and teeth.


Then I’ll jam my tongue as deeply inside you as it’ll go. I’ll do it again and again and again. Licking you from the inside out. But I’d stop.”


“No,” she whispered hoarsely.