Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(65)

“And this one?” He pressed his lips to the black scorpion tattoo on the upper swell of her left breast.


She refocused. “I thought it’d be funny to have a deadly insect crawling out of my bra.”


“What about this one?” He traced the large blue starburst pattern surrounding her belly button.


“I designed it when Skylar decided to leave the rat race in California and turn her hobby into a business.” Her belly rippled when his thumb brushed over the design and the jewel dangling from her navel.


“Seems odd that you’d celebrate her success by inking yourself.”


“It was supposed to be for her, but she chickened out. I liked the design too much to let it go to waste. My friend Brett in Las Vegas did it.”


“Another good decision.” Colt lowered his head, allowing his hair to tease her skin before his mouth descended to lick the outline of the tattoo. Repeatedly. Thoroughly.


“Any other questions?”


“Not right now.” He dragged his tongue down the center of her body. Slowly. “God, you’re so soft.” Colt nuzzled her mound. “You smell so good. I wanna bury my face here. Let your scent mark me.


Feel your sweet juices flowing down the back of my throat.”


“If that’s what you want, Colt, I won’t stop you.”


He looked at her across the expanse of her body. Those blue eyes were dark with intent. “Oh, I want.”


“Are you going to make me wait?”


“No. I’ve been starvin’ for a taste of you for too long. Spread your legs.” He traced the metal bar with his tongue. “Did it hurt to get pierced?”


“A little.”


“Why’d you do it?”


“I lost a bet.”


Colt looked up. “Seriously?”


“Uh-huh. Since I lose all the time I should probably give up betting, huh?”


He chuckled. “I don’t mind when you lose to me, sugar.”


“After I had it in for a while…I liked it.”


“I like it too. A lot.” Then he pulled the piercing and her clit into his mouth and sucked.


Her pelvis shot up.


He clamped his hands around her hips and held them down.


Again, no foreplay, no teasing, no fingers stroking the inside walls of her *, just a relentless rhythmic sucking.


“Your mouth is so…God, do you know how to use your mouth.”


A hum of approval vibrated up her core. He backed off and blew across her flesh, wet from his mouth and her own arousal.


“Give it to me. I wanna feel you come.” He refocused all that suctioning power on her clit.


That’s all it took. The orgasm pulsed through her so fast she barely squeaked a sound as her sex throbbed beneath his dancing tongue.


Damn. Talk about quick.


After Colt released her tender flesh, he kissed the inside of her thigh. “You okay?”


“Mmm.” The crinkle of a condom wrapper forced her to open her eyes.


“Now that we finished the speed round…”


Heat stained her cheeks. “Sorry.”


“Don’t be. I am still the undisputed winner for the first time you put your hand on me at your apartment.”


“I’m not sorry I touched you.”