Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(99)

She moved so she could roll him on his back. She brushed the hair from his forehead. “I wouldn’t have asked you to stay if I didn’t want you here next to me.”


“Why?”


Because I love you. Now was not the time for that confession.


“I’ve been so rough with you. Last night. And now tonight.”


Colt angled his head and kissed the inside of her wrist. “You deserve…”


When he didn’t finish, India said, “What?”


“Tenderness.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I can give you passion, but I’ve never given you…”


He had given her softness and gentleness; he just hadn’t realized that’s what it was. But here was the opportunity she’d wanted to show him her softer side. “Then let me give you tenderness, Colt.”


His eyes flew open.


“Let me give you sweetness. Let me make love to you.” Let me show you how much I love you, Colt McKay.


“Indy—”


“Please.” She traced the outline of his jaw. “If you hate it, I promise I’ll let you f*ck me as hard and raw as you want.”


He managed a smile.


India threw a leg over his hip and straddled his belly. She reached up and knocked the pillows to the floor. “There. Now I have room to work.” She set her hands by his head on the mattress.


“Close your eyes.”


He did.


She pressed a soft kiss on his lips. And another. And another, until there was no break and they were kissing nonstop. Not frantically, unhurriedly. She eased back, latching onto his wrists and moved his arms up above his head so she could run her fingers across the muscles of his biceps, triceps, and forearms. Touching him, feeling his cock jerk against her butt made her all the more determined to go slow.


India slid her lips down, flicking her tongue over the sexy dimple in his chin, trailing openmouthed kisses over his neck, past the hollow of his throat, between his pecs. She let her mouth follow the curve until the pebbled nipple brushed her lips.


Colt hissed.


“Mmm,” she said, lapping at the flat disk. She blew across the wetness and worried the pointed tip between her teeth. She switched back and forth between the two nipples until his upper body arched into her from the attention.


“I hope you’re not spending so much time licking and kissing me there because you’re secretly measuring me for a tattoo?”


Her chuckle against that sensitive flesh brought another groan from him.


“You have nice nipples.”


“Yeah? What makes them nice?”


“Big. Round.” India’s tongue drew a full circle. “Not much hair. A pretty color. Brownish-red, but not too much red.”


“I can’t believe I’m askin’ this, but nipple color matters?”


“Of course. Some guys’ nipples are ugly. They’re too small or centered weird on their chest. Or eww, they’re buried beneath too much chest hair. Yours—” she watched his eyes as she tongued the tip, “—are perfect.”



“Glad you think so.”


“So sensitive too. I know you love it when I do this.” India sucked the whole nipple into her mouth.


He groaned.


India kissed and nuzzled every inch of his chest. Enjoying the chance to take pleasure in his body, not just his cock. She gave him credit; he left his arms above his head and didn’t attempt to seize control.