Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(24)

“Yes. I’ll pull back and cool you down.” He blew a stream of air across her neck. Chills beaded her skin. “Can’t you feel it? My breath blowing on the hottest part of you?”


“Colt—”


“When you can’t stand it, when you’re grinding your wet sex against my face, demanding release, then I’ll give you what you crave. My thumbs will spread you wide. I’ll set my mouth on you and I’ll suck until you explode on my tongue. And I’ll lap up your sweet juices like candy.”


India panted. She clenched her thighs together, hoping the pulsing tremors would break free into a full-fledged orgasm.


He dragged openmouthed kisses across her throat to her ear and whispered, “You still thinkin’ I ain’t good with words?”


She glimpsed fire burning in his eyes before he crushed her lips beneath his and kissed her until she thought her head would explode from the sheer hedonistic pleasure of it.


Eventually she recovered her sanity. “Is this some kind of game to see if you can get me hot and bothered?”


“You ain’t the only one who’s hot and bothered.” Colt released her right hand and placed it over his fly.


India felt his hardness straining against the zipper of his Wranglers. She stroked him until air hissed through his teeth. “Colt.


What are we doing here?”


“Goin’ straight to hell.”


“Then why doesn’t this feel wrong?”


“It isn’t. Stop.” Colt pushed back, putting a few feet between them. “I can’t do this again.”


“Do what?”


“Want you when I can’t have you and be miserable because I can’t stay away from you. I’ve tried. And what’s the first thing I do when I see you? Run the other direction? No. I haul you off and maul you.”


While India stared at him, he stared at the cement floor.


“I don’t want you to stay away from me, Colt.”


“Sayin’ stuff like that is not helpin’ this situation.”


“What will help?”


“I don’t know.” Colt left without another word.


India’s urge to cry was almost as strong as the one to run. Her fingers had circled the door handle to chase after him, when she heard a lilting voice say, “Colt?” on the other side of the door.


“Hey, Fallon. I was just comin’ to find you.”


“Really? Because I’ve been looking all over for you.”


Fallon? His date was named after a character on Dynasty?


Seriously?



“Sorry, I didn’t mean to run off.”


“But you did.” Pause. “What were you doing in that closet?”


Crap. They were so busted.


“Because someone told me they saw you and that tattooed woman sneaking in there together.”


That tattooed woman.


“Who told you that?”


“About half a dozen different people. Are you denying it?”


“Who’s to say those people might’ve been mistaken about what they’d seen, or what they thought they’d seen?” he countered.


Not exactly a lie on Colt’s part.


“Tell me the truth. Were you in there alone?”