Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders 6)

“Oh. Umm. Are you always this…?”

“Demanding when it comes to sex?”

She nodded.

“More than this. Is that gonna be an issue for you?”

She shook her head. Her eyes roamed over his chest. His abs.

His arms. Back to his pecs.

“Indy,” he said sharply. “Are you supposed to be doin’ something for me?”

“Uh. Yeah.”

“So what’s the problem?”

Her gaze finally made it to his face. “No problem. I’ve seen you with your shirt off, Colt. But it’s like this is the first time I’m really seeing you. You’re amazing. All golden skin and delineated musculature. I want to run my hands all over your chest and belly. I want to trace every muscle and vein with my tongue until your skin is shiny wet with my saliva. I want to suck on your ni**les. And while I’m sucking on them, I’ll imagine how it’d be to tattoo such perfect skin.”

“Enough.” Colt unbuckled his belt, wincing at how hard his c**k was. “Get to it.”

“I totally forgot what I was supposed to be doing.”

He smiled wickedly. “Touchin’ yourself.”

“But, I don’t know—”

“Need a little direction?”

“Please.”

“I like it when you say please. I’d like it even better if I heard you beg. Put your finger in your mouth. That’s it. Now get it nice and wet.” While watching her, he unzipped his jeans. “Put it on your clit. Show me how you get yourself off when you’re alone.”

India moaned softly as she rubbed the skin beneath the piercing.

“Do you pinch your ni**les?”

“Sometimes.”

“Show me.”

She stilled. “Not until I see your cock.”

Colt raised his eyebrows at her demand.

“Please.”

He gave her his back as he removed his jeans. Before he could turn around, her hot, naked flesh pressed to his.

“I’ll finger myself to orgasm and let you watch another time, but right now… I want you so bad.” She brushed openmouthed kisses across the center of his spine. “Please.”

No way could he deny her or himself another second. “I’ll grab a condom and be right back.”

“I bought a box on the way over. They’re in my purse.”

His c**k twitched so hard it slapped his belly. “Get one. Now.”

The sound of cardboard ripping. Plastic crinkling. Then India stood in front of him holding a purple square. “Can I put it on you?”

“Nope.” Colt snatched it out of her hand, ripped the package open. While he sheathed himself, he lowered his head and kissed her. He hadn’t meant for the kiss to be lazy and languorous, but it was. Sweet and perfect. “Indy. I need to f**k you before I lose my ever lovin’ mind.”

“Yes.”

They fell to the rug in a tangle of arms and legs. He rose above her, his c**k poised at her entrance, his gaze holding steady, his breathing ragged, fear and anticipation warred inside him.

“Colt?”

“I’m here. Where I’ve wanted to be for too damn long.”

Pinning her wrists above her head, his gentleness vanished. He snapped his hips, slamming home with one deep thrust.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If he came at the touch of her hand, what were the chances he’s last beyond three or four more strokes as her pu**y sucked at his c**k like a hungry mouth?

None. Zero. Zilch. Nada.

Colt rubbed his mouth over her ear, letting the studs and piercings catch on the inside of his lower lip. “This is gonna be short and sweet.”

“Thank God. Because I’m already close. Been a long time for me.”

“How long?”

“Not as long as you.” She slapped his butt. “Move your fine ass, cowboy.”

A snarl escaped as he pulled out and thrust in. seven, eight, nine times. “Tighter. Squeeze me tighter. Like that. Oh f**k yeah, exactly like that.”

India’s nipple rings rasped over Colt’s chest as their upper bodies thrust and retreat. Tingles broke out across his skin. When that zippy feeling burned down his spine, and electrified his balls, he knew he’d reached the end.

Colt threw his head back, groaning, letting the sensations overtake him. Hot pulses. Pounding blood. That rush of endorphins.

Three years. Three excruciatingly long, lonely years he’d gone without this feeling of euphoria. Of connectedness.

He didn’t remember sex ever being this astoundingly good.

A sexy moan escaped from India and Colt raised his head to watch pleasure wash over her. After her soft, sated sigh, Colt kissed her. He rested his forehead to hers.

“Was it worth the wait?”

Yes, it was perfect. But he couldn’t seem to find his voice.

“You aren’t one of those narcoleptic guys who immediately start snoring afterward, are you?”

“No. Why would you—” He hid his face in her neck and pretended to snore. Loudly. Great big gulps of air that vibrated against her throat with each exhalation.

India giggled and squirmed. “Hey, stop. That tickles.”

God. He loved the sound of her girlish giggles. “I’ll stop on one condition. Spend the night with me. All night. In my bed.”

“If I say no?”

“I’ll tie you to the headboard and keep you here as my sex slave for as long as I want anyway.”

“Ah. Is this where you remind me you’re wicked good with ropes?”

“Don’t insult me by limiting it to ropes. I’m wicked good with anything that can be hooked, tied or fastened together.”

“Then I guess you leave me with no choice.”

Colt raised his head to study her. “I was kiddin’. You don’t have to stay.”

“I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I’m here because I want to be here. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” She smoothed a section of hair from his forehead and he resisted purring like a contented cat. “Although I don’t have any idea what we do now.”

“Me neither. I guess we’ll have to wing it. I think we oughta move someplace more comfortable.”

She stretched. “Mmm. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to lie on this rug naked. I thought it might be scratchy.”

“I never would’ve tried to stop you from testing that theory.”

“How about if next time you’re on the bottom?”

“Deal.” Colt smooched her forehead. “Lemme ditch this condom and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”