Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(29)

She groaned and bit her lower lip.


He delicately swirled his tongue around the crest of her nipple until she squirmed. Then he bit down with enough pressure to get her attention.


“What the…” She shuddered when he did it again.


Tell pulled her upright and pressed her against the hard planes of his chest. He brushed his lips over her ear, keeping his hand cupped around her breast trapped between them. “You like a little pain.”


“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”


“Liar.” He pinched her nipple and she quivered.


“Tell—”


“Do you like that? Yes or no?”


“Yes, okay? Yes. Do it again.”


Another pinch brought forth another moan from her.


“You will be honest with me, Georgia. Even if you haven’t been honest with other men who’ve enjoyed your body. Maybe especially if that’s been the case.” He blew gently in her ear. “Make no mistake. I will enjoy the hell out of this body, and I can give you everything you’ve been afraid to ask for.”


“God, you’re killing me. Please. More.”


He growled and pushed her back. Squeezing her tits together so he could nip and suckle her nipples. Making her moan and thrash. The scent of her arousal teased his nose every time she rocked her hips forward. And damn if she wasn’t riding the sweet spot on his cock. And double damn if he didn’t just want to spin her around, yank her pants down and f*ck her. Leaving suck marks over every inch of that beautiful skin. From beneath her strong, stubborn chin to the tips of these tasty nipples.


Georgia moaned louder; her fingernails dug into his biceps as she pushed her nipple against his teeth.


Fuck. She was hotter than fire. Tell sucked harder, switching between her left and right nipples. Licking. Biting. Devouring her until she released a long wail.


A pair of male voices echoed to them. “Did you hear that?”


“What? I don’t hear nothin’.”


“That’s because you’re drunk. Them grunting and moaning sounds mean someone is getting f*cked good.”


“Let’s see if we can find ’em,” the drunken guy slurred. “I wanna watch live porn. See some big bouncing titties.”


They both froze. Tell’s eyes met Georgia’s. He mouthed, “Sorry.”


She wasn’t happy as she began to re-fasten the hooks with shaking hands. He didn’t offer to help; he just kept his hands on her lower back, holding her steady. The only thing that’d stopped him from f*cking her right there on the tailgate of his truck was…well, they were on the tailgate, in the parking lot of a damn bar. He wanted so much more than bouncing in the bed of his truck the first time he made her come undone.


Good timing, though, with the interruption from the peeping drunks. Tell had been seconds away from throwing common sense and caution into the wind, taking Georgia amidst the hay, dirt and tools in his truckbed. How f*cking romantic would that have been?


She tapped his shoulder to get his attention. “You can let go of me now.”


“Sure.” Tell stood and set her back on her feet.


She made a big show of straightening her clothes and a big point of not looking at him.


“Georgia, I’m sorry—”


“Me too.” Her gaze snapped to his. It wasn’t embarrassment in her eyes, but anger. Or frustration?


He took a step forward only to have her take a step back.


“Stay where you are, Tell McKay. I seem to lose all rational thought when you put your hands on me.”


Tell couldn’t help but grin. “But, sweetness, that’s the way it’s supposed to be when I’m touchin’ you.”


“Not in public. Again. Not when you have no intention of following through after getting me so worked up. Again. I’m such an idiot. Again.” Georgia took another step back. “Look, I have to go.”


“But—”


“Do you want to come back to my place so we can finish what you started?”


When he didn’t immediately answer, she released a harsh laugh. “I didn’t think so.” She whirled around and set off at a good clip across the parking lot.


He followed her.


She stopped beside a black Honda with Texas plates. “I’ll see you.”


“When?” he demanded.


“Not tomorrow. I can’t…I have something else going on.”


Why did he get the feeling she was lying? “Fine. Thursday night. I’ll pick you up. We’ll go out for a nice supper.”


“Tell, I don’t think—”


He closed the distance between them. “I will be at your place at seven on Thursday night.”


“All right.”


“And you are gonna give me a goodnight kiss.”


“Why don’t you just take one?” she taunted.


“Great idea.” He clamped one hand on her ass and grabbed a fistful of her hair, angling her exactly where he wanted as he plundered her mouth.