Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(81)

She arched, anxious to lose herself in the passion that always flared between them. His avid mouth was on her breast, sucking at the hoop piercing her nipple.


But he stopped.


“What?”


“Have you been touchin’ yourself while you’ve been waitin’ for me to get here?”


Crap. How had he known?


“Will I find your sweet cream if I slide my hand between your thighs?”


Distract him. She moaned and arched harder.


“Answer me.”


“Yes.”


“Part your legs.”


His rough palm was cold as it slid down her belly, over her mound. He slipped one long finger inside her *.


Eyes closed, she murmured, “That feels good.”


“How good?” Colt added another finger, pumping both deep, adding that delicious twist at the end she loved. “As good as when you got yourself off?”


“Better. It’s always better with you.”


“Then you should’ve waited.” He removed his hand.


India froze.


“You’re a bad girl, Indy. Makin’ me worry for nothin’. And while I was worryin’ you were gonna rip me a new one for some reason like you’re prone to do, you were here, diddling yourself, bold as you please.” His breath was hot in her ear. “Bad girls get punished. Roll over and take your licks.”


“But—”


“Don’t make me tell you twice.” Colt released her wrists.


While she rolled onto her stomach, she heard him taking off his clothes. Heard him open a nightstand drawer. Heard the crackle of plastic as he ripped open a condom. Blood whooshed in her ears as her excitement rose.


“Get on all fours.” The bed dipped.


“What are you gonna do?”


His hard, hot upper body covered her back and his chin came over her shoulder. “Bad girls don’t get to ask questions. Do I need to gag you?”


“No.”


“Then be still.” Colt trailed love bites from shoulder to shoulder. Then his tongue slowly followed the line of her spine from her nape to her tailbone. And back up. And back down.


Goose bumps spread across her skin. She moaned at the eroticism in his teasing touch, the wetness of his tongue, the coolness of his breath, the rasp of his beard, the silky swish of his hair, the tiny bite of anger guiding his movements.


And his scent drove her crazy. India knew he hadn’t showered after leaving the gym. The dark, male musk of his sweat coated his skin and she breathed it in, hoping that scent would linger on her and the sheets after he left.



Colt lightly sank his teeth into the tattoo on her right butt cheek. He flicked his tongue around the design. Then he let his tongue lead the way to the left butt cheek, and he briefly lapped at the crack of her ass. Another bite. More licking.


Her whole body shook. “Oh God, Colt. I’m—”


His lips were on her ear. “You took your licks like a good girl.”


“I thought by ‘licks’ you were going to spank me.”


“Would you like that?”


Yes. But India bit her lip instead of confessing.


A beat passed, then whack whack on each of her butt cheeks.


“Answer me.”


“Yes, okay? I’ve always wondered what it’d be like, not that I’ve ever let a man spank me because of some of that crap from my past, but I trust you not to take it too far.”