“Maybe you’ll rethink that statement when you see what I’ve drawn.” India watched him as he crawled toward her. With each inch he edged closer, she hugged the sketchbook tighter.
“Lemme look at the picture, Picasso.”
“I want to see how you see me.”
“Please? With caramel on top?”
She shook her head. “Back off.”
“Huh-uh. Don’t make me tickle you to get what I want.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Don’t dare me. I rock at double-dog and triple-dog dares and don’t get me started on truth or dare. Plus, I know all your ticklish spots. Hand it over.”
“Come and get it, McKay.” She attempted to roll off the bed.
His hand circled her ankle and he tugged her back on the mattress.
India shrieked and tried to wrench free, which only increased his determination.
Colt attacked her feet. She yelped and swatted at him with the sketchbook. He snatched it from her with one hand. “Hah!”
“Hey! Gimme that back, it’s mine.”
“In a sec. I just wanna look.” He studied it before his eyes met hers. He flipped the page back to her, jabbing his finger at the twin images. “You really see me this way? With turquoise stars and orange and purple flames tattooed around my pierced nipples?”
She giggled. “Gotcha. You really thought I was drawing nudie pics of you, huh?”
“You little tease.” He threw the notebook over the side of the bed and tickled her until she screamed.
The touches turned from playful to passionate. And then he was inside her, face-to-face, skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart. The more time he spent with her, the more amazed he was by her. By everything they were when they were together.
India curled her fingers around his neck. “I wasn’t kidding, earlier. You are so beautiful, Colt McKay. Beautiful inside and out.”
“Same goes, India. Same goes.” He kissed her and the world fell away.
Lovers Week Two
Colt hated cleaning the garage. So, when a sultry, “Hey, cowboy,” drifted through the open garage door, he thought he might’ve been hearing things.
“India?” Colt’s gloved fingers tightened around the shovel handle.
“In the flesh, baby.” Pause. “Literally.”
“What’re you doin’ here? It’s the middle of the day.”
“The tattoo biz is dead and my sister is running the store. So I thought to myself, I wonder what my big, sexy cowboy is doing.”
Her footsteps echoed as loud as the sudden thumping of his heart.
“Since I’m not busy, I thought I’d come out and see if I can help you. I even have my cowgirl boots on.”
Colt turned around so fast he almost got whiplash.
Holy hell. Cowgirl boots were the only thing India had on.
The shovel in his hand clanked to the concrete floor.
“Sadly, I don’t own any other western wear.”
“I’m not complaining.” Colt’s gaze slowly tracked her sexy body, from the pointed tips of her red nipples to the pointed toes of her red boots. His cock hardened. His mouth watered. “But I’m hopin’ you didn’t ride your motorcycle out here in that get-up.”
“And if I did?”
“Cam’ll have to arrest me.”
“For killin’ every man who laid eyes on you undressed like that.”
Satisfaction glinted in her eyes. “A little proprietary, aren’t you?”
“If that means you’re mine, only mine, then hell yes.”
“I am yours, Colt.”
His eyes ate her up with a hunger that bordered on obsessive.
Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed a horse blanket from the pile on the workbench. He tossed it on the concrete in front of him. Then he began to unbuckle his belt. “You’d better be over here, on your knees, ready to suck my cock by the time this zipper is down.”
She hit the ground like she was sliding bases.
“That’s good.” Colt peeled his jeans down his thighs and his blood-engorged cock slapped his belly. “Like what you see?”
“Mmm-hmm.” India licked her lips.
He circled the tip of his cock around her mouth. “Open. Take it all.”
Her lips parted and she swallowed in a drawn out tease.
“The rest of this ain’t gonna be your pace, it’s gonna be mine.
Fast and hard, Indy. That’s how I’m gonna fuck your sweet, perfect mouth.”
Her moan vibrated up his shaft.
Colt threaded his fingers through her hair for a decent grip. He pulled out and eased back in. Three, four, five slow thrusts. Once his shaft was coated with her saliva, he increased the pace.
She’d closed her eyes and kept her neck arched at an angle where she could take him deep.
It was a fucking turn on to watch her. How sexy it was as his cock disappeared between her red lips. How her fingertips dug into his thighs with enough force to leave half-moon shaped marks. How the wetness from her mouth freely ran down her chin and neck. He loved the raw power she had over him in her submission. The occasional scrape of her teeth. The teasing flicker of her tongue.
It was too much. Too good. Despite the cool temperature of the day and the garage, sweat beaded on his forehead and his whole body burned hot.
When his balls contracted, he shortened his strokes and increased the grasp on her head.
“I’m there. Right…now. Oh hell, suck. Suck hard. Suck it all.
Ah. Jesus. Your mouth is so wet and tight…fuck!”
India held him upright as he came. And came. And when his cock was empty, she licked his softening shaft and nuzzled his balls, bringing him down from the sex high with tenderness.
He looked down at her and touched her cheek. “That was awesome. And I love your obedience. Love it so much, in fact, that I’m gonna return the favor.”
She lifted both pierced brows. “Meaning I get to demand your obedience?”
“No. Meanin’ I’m gonna grab some ropes and see how long you can keep it up.”
Thursday night, the loud click of India’s bedroom door opening echoed in her room. The mattress dipped. “India? You awake?”
“I am now.”
“You probably weren’t even sleepin’, Little Miz Troublemaker,” Colt drawled. “I can’t believe you left a message on my cell phone callin’ me a dickhead.”
She smiled in the darkness. “I knew that’d get you over here in a hurry after your workout with Cam.”
“You pissed off about something?”
“Just that I didn’t see you today.”
“And I was lonely.”
He laughed softly. “So you insulted me to get me to come over?”
“Yeah. Might be masochistic, but I do love fighting with you. I love the making up part.”
“Me too.” Colt whipped the covers back. “Especially when you’re already nekkid.”
“All for you.”
“It’s not supposed to be for me tonight, remember?”
“But I missed you. Are you mad?”
“I’m still debating.” His teeth latched onto her right nipple, his left hand circled her wrists and pressed them above her head.
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.
“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.
“Part your legs.”
His rough palm was cold as it slid down her belly, over her mound. He slipped one long finger inside her pussy.
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.
“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.”
“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?”
“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.