Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(75)

Luckily she didn’t smack her head. Unluckily, their teeth clacked together, piercing her bottom lip.


“Ouch.”


“Sorry.” He gently sucked at the raised bump while strumming the pads of his thumbs down the side of her neck. Seductively.


Delicately. “Better?”


“Mmm.”


“Bed. Now.”


India took his hand and led him into her bedroom, clicking on the lamp in the corner.


When they stopped by the side of the bed, Colt pinned her wrists behind her back. His mouth brushed her ear. “Tonight you’re mine. You’ll do as I say. Understand?”


“Yes.” Good God it turned her on when his dominant side came out to play.


“Get your favorite vibrator and half a dozen of those silk scarves you love so much. Then strip and get in the middle of the bed.”


“What are you going to be doing?”


“You’ll see.”


India rummaged in her drawer. How ironic that the vibrator was beneath the scarves. She draped the silken strips across the end of the bed, set the vibrator, a new tube of K-Y and a few condoms next to them and removed her clothes.


When she glanced at Colt as she spread out on the sheets, he was completely, gloriously nude.


Oh yeah.


Then he reached for a scarf and leveled her with the molten look that spelled pure trouble. “Hands above your head.” He tied her left wrist to the metal headboard and repeated the process on the right. “Can I trust you to keep your legs in place?”


“No. You’d better tie them.”


Colt growled.


He chose the narrowest scarf and carefully threaded it though the nipple rings. He tugged lightly and the sensation zinged from her nipples straight to her core. “Oh. Wow. Do it again.”


He pulled a little harder. “Interesting that Miz India likes a bite of pain with her pleasure.”


“Colt, I don’t know about this.”


“I won’t hurt you. But I am gonna drive you more than a little crazy.” He hung above her body, his knees bracketing her hips, his hands by her head.


“Why didn’t you blindfold me?”


“Because I want you watchin’ everything I’m doin’ to you.”


Colt kissed her. Hot. Wet. Slow. He sat back on his haunches between her straddled thighs.



India stared at his erection and the slick spot the tip left above his navel. “Is that bad boy for me?”


He ripped open a condom and rolled it on. “How about if we get your first one outta the way?” he said, reaching for the vibrator.


A loud bzzzz reverberated as he cranked the vibrator on high.


He placed the tip over the top of the piercing and left it there, keeping constant sensation on her clit.


“Oh God, I might set the new speed record.”


“I could almost come from just lookin’ at you all tied up and listening to you make those sexy-ass noises. Let go, there’s plenty more.”


Sure enough, the continuous contact sent her into a fast orgasm. A quick throbbing that both eased her and left her hanging on the edge, wanting more.


She’d barely caught her breath when Colt placed his mouth on the curve of her throat and sucked. He pulled the scarf back and forth between the rings so the silk constantly slid across her hardened nipples.