Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(49)

His focus was on one thing.


India.


The outer door slammed, signaling Bert had left. He heard India moving closer, each combat booted footstep across the tile floor pulsed in his groin.


“What did you need?”


The second he got a whiff of her wildflower scent, he spun around and erased the distance between them in two steps. Curling his hands around her face, he pushed her against the pantry door, crushing her mouth beneath his.


The instant her lips parted, he canted his head and thrust his tongue deep, kissing her with all the pent-up passion, need and longing he’d held in for the last day.


As he filled his mouth with her taste, he rested his thumb in the arc of her throat where her heart raced. Stroking that sweet, sensitive section of skin in tiny circles, as if he had his hand on the sweet spot between her legs.


She twisted her mouth free. “Wow.”


“I saw more of you when we weren’t dating.”


“Does that mean you want to stop dating me?”


“Screw that.” Colt clamped his lips to hers again. He’d intended to seduce her with a sweeter kiss, but the heat between them expanded, burning hotter than his first attempt.


“Stop.”


“Why? Damn, I love the way you taste right here.” He placed his mouth beneath her ear and sucked.


“Colt McKay. Stop right now or I’m going to punch you.”


That grabbed his attention. “What?”


“You’re giving me a hickey in a church.”


“So?”


“So you’re the one who wanted to take this slow. Yet, you’re mauling me at the first opportunity.”


“There haven’t been many opportunities. That’s why I’m takin’ advantage of it when I can.”


“Prove it.”


“Are you issuing a challenge?”


“Yep.” India gave him a look that’d melt ice. She undid the first two buttons on her blouse.


Whoa. Was she wearing a bra?


By the fourth button, his answer to the bra question was a definite no. Damn.


He managed to ask, “What are you doin’?”


“Giving you an opportunity.”


“For my balls to explode?”


She laughed. “Want me to keep going?”


Yes. “How far would you go?”


“I would say all the way, but that’s not an option, is it?”


Hell yeah. No. Dammit. Say no. Colt rubbed the underside of his jaw. “Nope.”


Up went the buttons. “You’re a cock tease, McKay.”


“Me?” he aped.


“Yes, you. Attacking me with all those hot kisses. Talking to me about your balls. I’m going home to take a cold shower.”


“I’m coming with you.”


“We’ll both be coming if you and I are alone in a room with a bed after avoiding temptation for more than a week.”


“India. For shame. Dirty talkin’ me in a church. Maybe we’d better lock up before we get struck by lightning.”


“At least I’d feel that sizzle of electricity before I died.”


Outside, Colt led her to his truck. “I’ll give you a ride.”


“No, you won’t. Not even if I beg you to ride me all night long.”