Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(66)

“Me either, to tell you the truth, since it finally brought us to this point.”


Then Colt was on her, belly-to-belly, chest-to-chest, his shaft thick and hot on her sex, acting all predatory male. He shoved into her in one quick movement. “Sweet baby Jesus you feel so fine, Indy. So damn fine.”


“You ain’t so bad yourself, cowboy.” Colt did some hip wiggle maneuver as he withdrew and plunged back in and she gasped.


“What? Did I hurt you?”


“No. Just surprised me.”


“Maybe I oughta slow down.”


“Maybe.” India let her hands flow over his arms, loving the flex of the hard, carved muscles. Loving the look of concern and awe on his handsome face. Damn, he was beautiful. She knew he wouldn’t appreciate her saying so. It caused her to wonder what he saw when he looked at her. Like this. Naked, in body and soul. Face to face. As close as two people could possibly be.


“Sugar, you have the oddest look. Am I doin’ something wrong?”


She shook her head. “It’s just…you’re so…and being here with you like this…being turned on and happy and scared and not knowing if you feel the same.”


“I feel the same, do I ever.” Colt kissed her. Soul-kissed her with such warmth, passion and precision her toes curled. He threaded his fingers through hers and stretched their joined hands above her by the headboard. In this position, it seemed as if their bodies were closer. His pelvis rocked, his cock tunneled in and out of her wet and welcoming sex, not in a fast movement. Languidly.


But no less potently. No less erotically.


His damp skin sliding across hers. Melting hot and lazy kisses.


Each grinding glide of his pelvis to hers built her higher. So close, if she could just… She hooked her feet on the outside of Colt’s ankles, trying to free herself to grab his butt.


Colt squeezed her hands and pulled back to look at her.


“Something you need?”


“A handful of your ass would be great.”


“Huh-uh. Right now I’m makin’ love to you this way.”


“What way’s that?”


His lips brushed the sensitive section of skin in front of her ear and she shivered. “My way. Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you pick the next way.”



Colt hit pause. “You okay?”


India shook her head.


“What’s wrong?”


“I hate losing a bet.” Then she attacked him. The popcorn bowl hit the floor. She bounced on his lap, kissing and biting and scratching like a wildcat.


He loved every f*cking second of it.


“Hang on, lemme get this shirt off.”


“Hurry. Hurry, hurry, hurry.”


Somehow between India’s frantic kisses, he got rid of his boxers. Luckily he’d remembered to bring a couple condoms and he was suited up in no time.


“Fuck me, Colt, please.”


“Oh, I’m gonna f*ck you. It ain’t gonna be sweet and easy.”


Colt turned her toward the TV. “Spread your legs. Grab onto the coffee table. Yeah, Indy, that’s sexy as hell.” The second his cock touched the slippery core of her, he hissed.


He clicked back to the beginning of the scene and hit play.


Then he lifted her slightly and plunged in.