Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(51)

Once her shirt was undone, she leaned back until her spine met the steering wheel. “If I ask nice, will you put your mouth on me?”


“Is that what you want, Indy?”


“Yes. God yes. Ever since that morning you sucked my nipples, I’ve been dying to feel your lips and tongue on them again.”


Colt growled. He yanked the shirt open and jerked it down, immobilizing her arms.


Her complaint of, “Hey!” was lost the second his mouth enclosed the bared tip.


Her skin was so warm and silky under his callused hands.


While he suckled the right nipple, the fingertips of his left hand stroked the underswell of her left breast. He’d always been a fan of big tits, but this handful of perfection was more than enough to satisfy him.


He slowly freed her nipple, tugging on the ring with his teeth, and watching her shadowed face to gauge her reaction.


“Colt.”


“You’re right, my aftershave does smell good on you.” Colt rubbed his cheek and jaw across her chest, and used his chin to separate her cleavage, kissing the inside of each breast. “Kinda makes me wonder where else it’d smell good.” He rained kisses, brushing his smoothly-shaven cheek over her arched neck. “Mmm.


Here’s another good spot.”


India groaned. A shiver rippled through her.


“I’m bettin’ the best place is that tender spot right between your thighs. Am I right?”


“Yes. You’re welcome to test it out.”


He trilled his lips to her left nipple. “I wish I hadn’t shaved. I’d like you to feel my whiskers on your delicate skin as I’m markin’ you with my scent.”


“Please. I-I—”


Colt’s tongue toyed with the nipple ring. He licked circles around her areola just to watch it pucker into a tight point. “Tell me what you want.”


“To get off with you. Like this, fully clothed. With your mouth sucking my nipples as I’m rocking on you.”


“It’d be the second time you’ve made me come in my pants.”


“Then next time you can come in my hand. Or in my mouth. Or in my *. But damn you, Colt, I’m so wet and—”


He slammed his lips to hers to shut her up. Jesus. If she continued that tempting talk he’d come without her touching any part of his body. Keeping hold of her shoulders, he angled his pelvis so all their good parts rubbed together.


She arched in complete abandon. “Yes.”


“Where do you want my mouth? Here?” Colt scraped his teeth down her neck. “Or here?” He latched onto her right nipple.



“There. Oh. Damn. Can I move my hips faster without smashing your cock?”


“Move as fast as you want. The faster, the better.”


“Thank God.”


The air in the cab seemed to increase by a thousand degrees.


Heavy breathing distorted the stillness and steamed up the windows.


Perspiration coated her skin as he feasted on her. When he felt her thighs tighten, and heard her soft gasp, he bit down on the captive nipple.


India came in a bucking, noisy explosion of heat and sound that sent Colt straight over the edge.


It’d taken him longer than a minute, but not by much.


She slumped forward, burying her face in his neck. “If you don’t want to drive home in those sticky jeans, you’re welcome to come in and take them off.”