Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(79)

His hand circled her ankle and he tugged her back on the mattress.


India shrieked and tried to wrench free, which only increased his determination.


Colt attacked her feet. She yelped and swatted at him with the sketchbook. He snatched it from her with one hand. “Hah!”


“Hey! Gimme that back, it’s mine.”


“In a sec. I just wanna look.” He studied it before his eyes met hers. He flipped the page back to her, jabbing his finger at the twin images. “You really see me this way? With turquoise stars and orange and purple flames tattooed around my pierced nipples?”


She giggled. “Gotcha. You really thought I was drawing nudie pics of you, huh?”


“You little tease.” He threw the notebook over the side of the bed and tickled her until she screamed.


The touches turned from playful to passionate. And then he was inside her, face-to-face, skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart. The more time he spent with her, the more amazed he was by her. By everything they were when they were together.


India curled her fingers around his neck. “I wasn’t kidding, earlier. You are so beautiful, Colt McKay. Beautiful inside and out.”


“Same goes, India. Same goes.” He kissed her and the world fell away.


Chapter Sixteen


Lovers Week Two


Colt hated cleaning the garage. So, when a sultry, “Hey, cowboy,” drifted through the open garage door, he thought he might’ve been hearing things.


“India?” Colt’s gloved fingers tightened around the shovel handle.


“In the flesh, baby.” Pause. “Literally.”


“What’re you doin’ here? It’s the middle of the day.”


“The tattoo biz is dead and my sister is running the store. So I thought to myself, I wonder what my big, sexy cowboy is doing.”


Her footsteps echoed as loud as the sudden thumping of his heart.


“Since I’m not busy, I thought I’d come out and see if I can help you. I even have my cowgirl boots on.”


Colt turned around so fast he almost got whiplash.


Holy hell. Cowgirl boots were the only thing India had on.


The shovel in his hand clanked to the concrete floor.


“Sadly, I don’t own any other western wear.”


“I’m not complaining.” Colt’s gaze slowly tracked her sexy body, from the pointed tips of her red nipples to the pointed toes of her red boots. His cock hardened. His mouth watered. “But I’m hopin’ you didn’t ride your motorcycle out here in that get-up.”


“And if I did?”


“Cam’ll have to arrest me.”


“Why?”


“For killin’ every man who laid eyes on you undressed like that.”


Satisfaction glinted in her eyes. “A little proprietary, aren’t you?”


“If that means you’re mine, only mine, then hell yes.”


“I am yours, Colt.”


His eyes ate her up with a hunger that bordered on obsessive.


“Prove it.”


“How?”


Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed a horse blanket from the pile on the workbench. He tossed it on the concrete in front of him. Then he began to unbuckle his belt. “You’d better be over here, on your knees, ready to suck my cock by the time this zipper is down.”