Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(97)

Like you mean it.”


With her hand commanding his cock he couldn’t remember why this wasn’t the best idea ever…wait. “Condom,” he rasped.


“We don’t have a—”


“So f*cking what? You didn’t use a condom last night when you came on my belly. Or in my ass.” India teased his ear with her hot breath. “I want to feel that heat in my cunt. I want to feel your cock sliding and pounding inside me without latex. Your wetness mixed with mine. Just hardness and heat. Just you, Colt.”


Like he could deny her that.


Like you could deny yourself that.


He yanked his jeans below his knees. Then he boosted her up, fighting with the material of her skirt until it bunched at her waist.


“Help me.”


“I am.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled her thong to the side. “I’m ready. Please. Colt. Now.”


Colt bent his knees and drove deep in a single thrust.


India dug her fingernails into his shoulders. “Again. Hard like that again.”


His slow withdrawal only made the hard, fast plunge more rewarding. Again. And again. Over and over.


No kissing. He’d crack her teeth if he put his mouth on hers.


He lived in the moment, the feel of her hot * tightening with every stroke. The sharp bite of her nails through his shirt. Her irregular breathing fanning his cheek. The earthy scent of his lover filling his lungs as he filled her body with his.


She drummed her heels into his butt. “Do that little grinding thing. Like that.”


“Come on, India. Come on my cock. Lemme feel those sweet * muscles tightening around my dick as you’re comin’ hard.”


He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked, moving her head to where wanted so he could bury his lips in her neck. Nuzzled and licked the hot spot that’d send her into orbit.


“Oh! Yes.” India gasped. Her pelvis canted closer as she arched her lower back and her knees squeezed his hips. “Don’t stop.


Oh God, Colt, please don’t stop.”


Colt didn’t move his mouth. He kept his rhythm uniform, and clenched his ass cheeks as he fought off his own climax. The second her body relaxed, he hammered into her. Losing his mind in the slickness of her *, her whimpers burning his ear and how f*cking fantastic, how perfect it felt to have his come filling her up.


After the last pulse, he reconnected with her mouth and kissed her with the gentleness his body had lacked.


He kept kissing her. She kept letting him. He tried to convey that being with her was everything. Everything. He loved her with his heart, his soul, his mind, his body. And being half-naked, against his dirt-coated pickup, in the middle of nowhere Wyoming, after he’d f*cked her mindless, was just icing on the cake.


India retreated to brush soft kisses over his cheeks, and his temple, his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyelids. All the while her hands stroked his shoulders and his chest and his neck. As if she was trying to convey the same thing to him.


The moment was perfect.


Chapter Twenty


Lulled by the sound of the wheels clacking on the pavement and Colt’s presence beside her, India fell asleep.


The next thing she knew, Colt gently shook her awake. “Hey.


Come on, sleepyhead.”


She blinked and realized they weren’t at Colt’s place but hers.