Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(15)

Tell’s eyes ate up every inch of Georgia’s sexy body as she meandered toward him. He drained his beer and set the bottle aside, meeting her halfway. “You came back.”


“Yes.”


“Why?”


“There’s something…compelling about you, Tell. There always has been. I couldn’t stay away.”


He bit back a growl. “You know what that means.”


“Yes, I do.”


“Say it. Out loud.”


“You’ll be in my bed or I’ll be in yours. Either way, we’ll be lovers.”


He ran his palm down her arm, from her shoulder to her fingertips. Her skin beaded and a tiny shiver rolled through her.


Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.


Without asking, Tell clasped her hand and led her to the dance floor. Holding her felt as good as he’d imagined.


She was such a petite thing. The sky-high heels she wore put the top of her head level with his chin. She definitely had curves in the right places now, all luscious woman, not athletic girl.


“You haven’t said much, Tell.”


“Just thinkin’.”


“About?”


“You. Bein’ so short. Remembering when the cheerleaders threw you in the air at football games.”


“They’d be hard-pressed to basket-toss me now.”


Tell tipped up her chin. “You looked good then, but you look even better now.”


She said, “Oh really?” as if she didn’t believe him.


“Yep. Now I won’t worry that I’ll break you when I f*ck you hard.”


Those stunning eyes widened. With shock? Some. But mostly interest.


Tell just smiled and spun her around the dance floor.


They didn’t speak through the next song; they held fast and learned the rhythm of their bodies until they were in perfect synch. Georgia followed his lead like she was born to it. Would she be that yielding in bed?


You don’t want that. You want her all over you like a cat in heat. Hissing. Scratching. Rubbing. Purring.


“You okay?”


He refocused on her. “Yeah. Why?”


“You made a strange noise.”


“Probably a growl.” He bent his head closer to hers. “I suspect you’ll bring out the beast in me.”


“Are you trying to scare me off, cowboy?”


“Nope, but maybe this will.” Tell twined a handful of her hair around his fingers, pulling those soft tresses to tilt her head back. He kept their gazes fastened as his mouth descended. Once their lips touched, he kissed her with the zeal of a seventeen-year-old boy, but with the finesse of a twenty-eight-year-old man.


She surrendered to him, kissing him with passion as alluring as the taste of her. The press of her lips, so pillowy soft, yet so firmly locked to his hungry mouth, sent a spike of desire straight to his dick.


Tell could’ve kissed her all damn night, but he’d taken things a step further than was smart. He released his possessive grip on her hair and broke the seal of their mouths, feeling her rapid exhalations on his kiss-swollen lips.


She opened her eyes. A mix of wonder and hunger flared in the icy-blue depths.


They began dancing again. “That oughta get some tongues a’waggin’.”


Georgia didn’t crack a smile.


“What?”


“Let’s make their jaws drop. Come home with me tonight.”


Immediately his dick was on board with her suggestion. But a quick f*ck wasn’t in the cards for them. He’d been waiting a long time for this, so she sure as hell wasn’t getting instant gratification. A little sexual teasing would be good for her. For him too.


She brushed her mouth against the corner of his lips. “You know you want to.”


“Like you wouldn’t believe. But we’re gonna do this the right way. We’ll spend time together before we slip between the sheets.”


Her eyebrows knitted. “I don’t understand. Aren’t we trying to convince them we’re lovers?”


“If we want people to believe we’re really a couple, then we need to be out and about doin’ couple things, not just banging each other behind closed doors.” Tell put his lips by her ear. “Once I get you nekkid—and trust me, sweetness, that will happen sooner rather than later—we’ll be there for a while. A good long while.”


Georgia shivered.


When the band switched to a fast tune, he led her off the dance floor and purposely sat across from her in the booth.


“What now?”


“You’ll go home. I’ll stick around here for another hour or so. Then we’ll meet tomorrow.”


Her eyes narrowed. “Let’s get one thing straight. If we’re a couple, then I expect you to only be with me.”


He bristled. “You think the second you’re out the door I’ll take some other woman home with me? Wrong.”


“You sure? Because you admitted earlier that you have a reputation as a player. I’ve seen the glances other women are throwing your way.”