Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(63)

“Thank God. Because I’m already close. Been a long time for me.”


“How long?”


“Not as long as you.” She slapped his butt. “Move your fine ass, cowboy.”


A snarl escaped as he pulled out and thrust in. seven, eight, nine times. “Tighter. Squeeze me tighter. Like that. Oh f*ck yeah, exactly like that.”


India’s nipple rings rasped over Colt’s chest as their upper bodies thrust and retreat. Tingles broke out across his skin. When that zippy feeling burned down his spine, and electrified his balls, he knew he’d reached the end.


Colt threw his head back, groaning, letting the sensations overtake him. Hot pulses. Pounding blood. That rush of endorphins.


Three years. Three excruciatingly long, lonely years he’d gone without this feeling of euphoria. Of connectedness.


He didn’t remember sex ever being this astoundingly good.


A sexy moan escaped from India and Colt raised his head to watch pleasure wash over her. After her soft, sated sigh, Colt kissed her. He rested his forehead to hers.


“Was it worth the wait?”


Yes, it was perfect. But he couldn’t seem to find his voice.


“You aren’t one of those narcoleptic guys who immediately start snoring afterward, are you?”


“No. Why would you—” He hid his face in her neck and pretended to snore. Loudly. Great big gulps of air that vibrated against her throat with each exhalation.


India giggled and squirmed. “Hey, stop. That tickles.”


God. He loved the sound of her girlish giggles. “I’ll stop on one condition. Spend the night with me. All night. In my bed.”


“If I say no?”


“I’ll tie you to the headboard and keep you here as my sex slave for as long as I want anyway.”


“Ah. Is this where you remind me you’re wicked good with ropes?”


“Don’t insult me by limiting it to ropes. I’m wicked good with anything that can be hooked, tied or fastened together.”


“Then I guess you leave me with no choice.”


Colt raised his head to study her. “I was kiddin’. You don’t have to stay.”


“I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I’m here because I want to be here. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” She smoothed a section of hair from his forehead and he resisted purring like a contented cat. “Although I don’t have any idea what we do now.”


“Me neither. I guess we’ll have to wing it. I think we oughta move someplace more comfortable.”



She stretched. “Mmm. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to lie on this rug naked. I thought it might be scratchy.”


“I never would’ve tried to stop you from testing that theory.”


“How about if next time you’re on the bottom?”


“Deal.” Colt smooched her forehead. “Lemme ditch this condom and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”


Chapter Thirteen


India picked up the box of condoms and headed down the hallway to Colt’s room. She switched on the overhead light and cast a quick glance around. Earth tones prevailed. The walls were deep hunter green, the fabrics a mix of browns, tans and golds, the carpet a sandy beige.


The frame of the four-poster California king-sized bed was constructed from logs. Nightstands crafted out of the same honey-colored pine book-ended the enormous bed. A matching dresser spanned the far wall. A buffalo-skin leather chair and ottoman were set at a jaunty angle beside it. The door to the walk-in closet was closed, but the door to the master bathroom was ajar. She caught a glimpse of the oversized shower and the tile floor.