Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(46)

“Were you disappointed not to find me there?”


“Nope.”


Georgia spun around and faced him. “It’s peaceful out here.”


His eyes were so serious. “Is that what you’re lookin’ for? Peace?”


“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.


“That makes two of us.” Tell spread out the blanket from the porch swing on the grass. He’d taken off his boots and his socks. And did he ever look sexy: dark stubble on his lean cheeks, wearing a tight T-shirt and low-slung jeans, his feet bare. He dropped onto the blanket with a deep sigh.


And Georgia continued staring at him.


“Something wrong?”


“No. You’re just so easy on the eyes, Tell McKay.”


“You’re just sweet-talkin’ me, hoping it’ll get you laid.”


“Is it working?”


Smirking, Tell crooked his finger at her. “Gotta come closer, my sweet, to find out.”


She straddled his groin, pinning his arms above his head. “Whatcha gonna do now, cowboy?”


“Remind you that what goes around comes around.”


Angling across his body, she smashed her breasts into his chest, taking one teeny nibble of his bottom lip. “That sounds intriguing. What does that mean?”


“That means…restraining me now gives me the right to do the same to you in the future.”


“Just like this? Just my hands?”


He shook his head.


Wow. Tell’s dark look of challenge unfurled a long lick of want inside her. Imagining her arms tied behind her back. Or in front of her. Or above her head. Or tied to a four-poster bed.


“Sweetness, gazing at me all wide-eyed like that is bound to get you…bound in all sorts of interesting ways.”


“Promise?” she whispered against his lips.


Tell made a low growling sound and took her mouth in a savage kiss. Swamping her body with a wave of heat. His tongue swirled around hers aggressively as he cranked her lust higher.


Georgia returned his passion, rolling her hips against his pelvis and across the hard ridge in his jeans.


He dragged an openmouthed kiss down the center of her throat, commanding, “Shirt off. I want your nipples in my mouth.”


She released his hands long enough to yank off her shirt and pop the clasp on her bra. She expected him to gather her breasts in his hands, feeling that delicious shock of wet heat as his mouth enclosed the tip.


But Tell’s arms remained above his head. His gaze hooked hers. “Bring them to me.”


She scooted up, bracing one hand on the ground as she leaned closer to his open mouth, intending to tease his lips with the hardened tip, then pulling away when his wicked tongue popped out to lick.


He had other ideas. He arched his neck and sucked the tight point, closing his eyes as he attempted to work more of her into his mouth.


Gooseflesh broke out, starting at her nape, inching down her spine a vertebra at a time with every rhythmic pull.


He bit down harder than she was expecting and she jerked back, which allowed him to shift oral focus to her other breast. “Stay. Still.”


She tried, but her body was twitchy.


He’d latch his suctioning mouth to the hard point and then back off, teasing with little whips of his tongue. Blowing a stream of air on the wetness. Rubbing his face over the center of her breasts, scraping the bristly five o’clock shadow across the puckered tips until they ached. She ached. Everywhere. She wanted more.


She shifted, putting both hands on the ground, and began to grind on him.


Tell released her nipple. “You can grind on me all you want, but you don’t get to come.”


“Why not?”


“’Cause I said so.”


Georgia glanced at him. The ferocity in his eyes was a little scary, until she remembered this was Tell. Laid-back Tell. Tell with the sexy, dimpled grin. Tell with the dancing eyes. Tell with the silver-tongued sweetness. Fun-loving Tell who teased her.


But there was not a hint of that man staring back at her right now.


“Why do you have that deer in the headlights look?”



“Because I remember you looked at me like this the first night you kissed me when we were dancing.”


“And how did I look at you?”


“Like you owned me.”


“Does that scare you?”


“A little. But it mostly…excites me.”


Then he was upright, his hand gripping her hair with enough force her scalp stung. “You like that take-charge side of me?”


She whispered, “Yes.”


“Get undressed.”


His command sent a shiver through her. She rolled off his lap and rested on her knees on the blanket.


He tugged his T-shirt over his head. Withdrew a condom from his front pocket and shucked his jeans and boxers.


Georgia was so busy watching Tell reveal his magnificent body that she’d forgotten what she was supposed to be doing.