CHAPTER 244

Her skin had warmed the metal. He traced the tiny ring with the very tip of his tongue, then drew the beaded nipple into his mouth.

With his each rhythmic suck, she dug her fingernails deeper into his skin.

As Colt kept nuzzling her breasts, kissing a line up her bared throat, using his teeth and his tongue and his lips, somehow one of India’s hands had moved to his groin.

His breath stalled and he groaned.

She took that as a positive sign and she went from rubbing the length of his shaft, to curling her fingers around the base and stroking upward.

The softness of the fleece beneath the heated grip of her palm felt good, too damn good, because it’d been too damn long since he’d experienced a woman’s touch. She had to stop.

Colt attempted to knock her hand free, but she’d latched onto his hip with her other hand and held him in place.

That tingling sensation started and his balls tightened.

No, no, no, no. Too soon. He couldn’t blow this fast. He couldn’t embarrass himself by shooting