Branded as Trouble, Page 23Lorelei James
“I know, Colt, me too. ”
“No foreplay. ”
“Fine. ” She kissed him. “Good. ” She kissed him again.
“Whatever. We’ve had two weeks worth of foreplay. ”
“Hell, woman, we’ve had three fuckin’ years of foreplay,” he growled. “In my bed. Now. ”
“No. No more waiting. ” India trapped his face in her hands.
“Right here. ”
“Where? Against the wall? On the couch? Over the chair?”
“On the white rug. Move the coffee table. ”
“Done. ” He set her down and dragged the iron and glass table out of the way as if it weighed nothing. Then he reached for her again.
The kiss was explosive. She tasted of mint and coffee. She fought him for control, her tongue dueling, then coy and teasing.
Colt could kiss her for days. And he would, right after he fucked her. At least twice. “I wanna see you. All of you. Clothes off. ”
India whipped her shirt over her head. Unhooked her satin bra and tossed it aside.
He groaned. “Those pierced nipples are about the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. ”
“Oh, trust me, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. ” She peeled the black denim down her legs and kicked it by the couch. A funny smile twitched the corners of her lips. Wearing just a teeny pair of dark blue panties, she raised her arms above her head, performing a whole body shimmy.
When she spun around, his mouth watered. The fact India wore a thong didn’t surprise him. The sun and moon tattoos, one inked on each of her perfectly round ass cheeks—now those surprised him.
“Goddamn, I cannot wait to trace those designs with my tongue. ”
“Come closer. I want you to take my thong off. ”
“With pleasure. ” Colt dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers into the elastic running across her hips. He paused to kiss the jewel dangling from her belly button. Keeping his hungry gaze on hers, he slid the thong until it reached the tops of her feet. He allowed his eyes to gorge on her as they descend the length of her body, taking in the beautifully long sweep of her neck, her delicate collarbones, the gentle swell of her chest. Her compact ribcage, the muscles of her torso and the body jewelry winking at him from the sexy indent of her navel.
His gaze moved to the rise of her mound. Her completely hairless mound. He grinned. “Sugar, I should’ve guessed you’d be a Brazilian kind of gal. ”
“Mmm-hmm. ” Colt placed his mouth on the top of her pubis and brushed his lips back and forth across the bare skin. So soft.
Closing his eyes, he let his tongue follow the sweet cleft leading straight to paradise. At least, he’d intended to, but his tongue ran into a barrier. A metal barrier. He opened his eyes.
Holy shit. A thin bar stretched above her clitoris, piercing the skin above it.
“Sweet Jesus. And I thought the nipple rings were sexy. ” He closed his mouth over the piercing and her clit and sucked. Once.
Twice. Three times. He groaned at the sweet, musky, slightly metallic taste and the way her hands tightened in his hair.
“I wanna spend hours with my mouth between your legs.
Sucking. Licking. Biting. Makin’ you come all over my face, drivin’ you to the point you won’t even know your own damn name. ”
“God. Yes. ”
He gave her one last lingering suck before he pushed to his feet. “Look at me. ”
India locked her eyes to his.
With one hand he pulled at the edge of his shirt until the snaps popped. “Touch yourself as you’re watchin’ me get undressed. But don’t come. There’ll be hell to pay if you come before I’m inside you. ”
“Oh. Umm. Are you always this…?”
“Demanding when it comes to sex?”
“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 nipples. 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 cock 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?”
“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 nipples?”
“Show me. ”
She stilled. “Not until I see your cock. ”
Colt raised his eyebrows at her demand.
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 cock 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 fuck you before I lose my ever lovin’ mind. ”
They fell to the rug in a tangle of arms and legs. He rose above her, his cock poised at her entrance, his gaze holding steady, his breathing ragged, fear and anticipation warred inside him.
“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 pussy sucked at his cock 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. ”
“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 fuck 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. ” -->