Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(61)

The kiss was explosive. She tasted of mint and coffee. She fought him for control, her tongue dueling, then coy and teasing.


Colt could kiss her for days. And he would, right after he f*cked her. At least twice. “I wanna see you. All of you. Clothes off.”


India whipped her shirt over her head. Unhooked her satin bra and tossed it aside.


He groaned. “Those pierced nipples are about the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”


“Oh, trust me, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” She peeled the black denim down her legs and kicked it by the couch. A funny smile twitched the corners of her lips. Wearing just a teeny pair of dark blue panties, she raised her arms above her head, performing a whole body shimmy.


When she spun around, his mouth watered. The fact India wore a thong didn’t surprise him. The sun and moon tattoos, one inked on each of her perfectly round ass cheeks—now those surprised him.


“Goddamn, I cannot wait to trace those designs with my tongue.”


“Come closer. I want you to take my thong off.”


“With pleasure.” Colt dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers into the elastic running across her hips. He paused to kiss the jewel dangling from her belly button. Keeping his hungry gaze on hers, he slid the thong until it reached the tops of her feet. He allowed his eyes to gorge on her as they descend the length of her body, taking in the beautifully long sweep of her neck, her delicate collarbones, the gentle swell of her chest. Her compact ribcage, the muscles of her torso and the body jewelry winking at him from the sexy indent of her navel.


His gaze moved to the rise of her mound. Her completely hairless mound. He grinned. “Sugar, I should’ve guessed you’d be a Brazilian kind of gal.”


“You approve?”


“Mmm-hmm.” Colt placed his mouth on the top of her pubis and brushed his lips back and forth across the bare skin. So soft.


Closing his eyes, he let his tongue follow the sweet cleft leading straight to paradise. At least, he’d intended to, but his tongue ran into a barrier. A metal barrier. He opened his eyes.


Holy shit. A thin bar stretched above her clitoris, piercing the skin above it.


“Surprise.”


“Sweet Jesus. And I thought the nipple rings were sexy.” He closed his mouth over the piercing and her clit and sucked. Once.


Twice. Three times. He groaned at the sweet, musky, slightly metallic taste and the way her hands tightened in his hair.


“Colt—”


“I wanna spend hours with my mouth between your legs.


Sucking. Licking. Biting. Makin’ you come all over my face, drivin’ you to the point you won’t even know your own damn name.”


“God. Yes.”


He gave her one last lingering suck before he pushed to his feet. “Look at me.”


India locked her eyes to his.


With one hand he pulled at the edge of his shirt until the snaps popped. “Touch yourself as you’re watchin’ me get undressed. But don’t come. There’ll be hell to pay if you come before I’m inside you.”


“Oh. Umm. Are you always this…?”


“Demanding when it comes to sex?”


She nodded.


“More than this. Is that gonna be an issue for you?”


She shook her head. Her eyes roamed over his chest. His abs.