Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(62)

His arms. Back to his pecs.


“Indy,” he said sharply. “Are you supposed to be doin’ something for me?”


“Uh. Yeah.”


“So what’s the problem?”


Her gaze finally made it to his face. “No problem. I’ve seen you with your shirt off, Colt. But it’s like this is the first time I’m really seeing you. You’re amazing. All golden skin and delineated musculature. I want to run my hands all over your chest and belly. I want to trace every muscle and vein with my tongue until your skin is shiny wet with my saliva. I want to suck on your nipples. And while I’m sucking on them, I’ll imagine how it’d be to tattoo such perfect skin.”


“Enough.” Colt unbuckled his belt, wincing at how hard his cock was. “Get to it.”


“I totally forgot what I was supposed to be doing.”


He smiled wickedly. “Touchin’ yourself.”


“But, I don’t know—”


“Need a little direction?”


“Please.”


“I like it when you say please. I’d like it even better if I heard you beg. Put your finger in your mouth. That’s it. Now get it nice and wet.” While watching her, he unzipped his jeans. “Put it on your clit. Show me how you get yourself off when you’re alone.”


India moaned softly as she rubbed the skin beneath the piercing.


“Do you pinch your nipples?”


“Sometimes.”


“Show me.”


She stilled. “Not until I see your cock.”


Colt raised his eyebrows at her demand.


“Please.”


He gave her his back as he removed his jeans. Before he could turn around, her hot, naked flesh pressed to his.


“I’ll finger myself to orgasm and let you watch another time, but right now… I want you so bad.” She brushed openmouthed kisses across the center of his spine. “Please.”


No way could he deny her or himself another second. “I’ll grab a condom and be right back.”


“I bought a box on the way over. They’re in my purse.”


His cock twitched so hard it slapped his belly. “Get one. Now.”


The sound of cardboard ripping. Plastic crinkling. Then India stood in front of him holding a purple square. “Can I put it on you?”


“Nope.” Colt snatched it out of her hand, ripped the package open. While he sheathed himself, he lowered his head and kissed her. He hadn’t meant for the kiss to be lazy and languorous, but it was. Sweet and perfect. “Indy. I need to f*ck you before I lose my ever lovin’ mind.”


“Yes.”


They fell to the rug in a tangle of arms and legs. He rose above her, his cock poised at her entrance, his gaze holding steady, his breathing ragged, fear and anticipation warred inside him.


“Colt?”


“I’m here. Where I’ve wanted to be for too damn long.”


Pinning her wrists above her head, his gentleness vanished. He snapped his hips, slamming home with one deep thrust.


Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If he came at the touch of her hand, what were the chances he’s last beyond three or four more strokes as her * sucked at his cock like a hungry mouth?


None. Zero. Zilch. Nada.


Colt rubbed his mouth over her ear, letting the studs and piercings catch on the inside of his lower lip. “This is gonna be short and sweet.”