Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(52)

“I know. Which is why we’re goin’ this way.” They cut through the hallway to the main floor. As soon as they reached the locker bay, he crowded her against the cool metal, bracing his hands by her head. “I imagined doin’ something like this every damn day for almost three years. Since the very first time I saw you.”


“Imagined what?”


“Pressing you up against the locker and kissing the livin’ hell out of you.” Then Tell lowered his mouth and did just that. Turning her anger into passion. Passion he could coax forth with just the touch of his lips to hers.


The potent kiss hit her like a fifth of Scotch.


He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck. His hot breath teased the damp skin and she shivered.


“Did reality live up to the teen hype?”


“Way better.” A grinning Tell stepped back and grabbed her hand. “Come on. I have another fun idea.” He towed her behind him through the hallway, stopping in front of room 226.


“Mrs. Wall’s classroom.”


“Yep.”


Butterflies took wing in her belly when Tell asked, “How adventurous are you feelin’, Miss Hotchkiss?”


“Very.”


“Remember you said that.”


Chapter Fourteen


He propelled Georgia into the room and shut and locked the door.


“I had at least one class with you every year, throughout high school. And every one of those years I had a fantasy of some sort about you and me.”


“What did these fantasies of yours include, Mr. McKay?”


He ran the backs of his knuckles over her jawline, tempted as always by her soft skin. “Typical teenage guy stuff. Groping. Kissing. More groping. You whispering in my ear what a stud I was, because I didn’t have a freakin’ clue about sex.”


“You’re telling me that your fantasies about me were innocent?”


“Back then? Yep. But now that I’ve got the experience… Well, I’ll remind you that I ain’t exactly tame these days.”


“Thank God for that.”


“You willing to do a little play actin’ with me? Takin’ a trip back in time?”


“What do you have in mind?”


“Revisiting history class. Senior year.”


“Sure.” Georgia smiled and fingered the ends of his bolo tie. “Lose the sport coat and the hat. The you from ten years ago wouldn’t have worn those to class.”


Hot damn.


Tell took his seat, his heart pounding ridiculously hard. “Start at the front of the classroom and walk to your desk like you always did.”


Georgia wandered up to the front of the classroom. She took her time reading a laminated sign. Then she walked to the other side of the chalkboard and studied the fire escape route and building layout placards.


Tell was getting antsy. He almost called out to hurry up, but he realized this was part of the game. Every day he’d been in his seat early, waiting for that first glimpse of her as she sashayed into the room. On game days, she’d worn the super short, super tight cheerleading uniform. He’d always loved game day.


Georgia took her seat, not looking at him at all. No different than when they’d been in class together. She tossed her head and the aroma of her hair wafted back to him.


That sweet blast from the past hit his lungs and traveled straight to his groin.


Then Georgia stretched her arms above her head and released a soft groan. Twisting her upper body sent her hair flowing back and forth, as mesmerizing as a pendulum.


Years before, he’d been too afraid to touch her. But he wasn’t now. Keeping his hand as light as a helium balloon, he stroked that black silk. So tempting to twine his fingers through it and tug to get her attention. But he reminded himself that Hot Lips never paid him any mind unless she wanted something from him.


She turned in her chair to face him, gifting him with her megawatt grin. “Tell McKay. Just the man I needed. I’m hoping you can help me out.”


“With what?”


“The assignment. I didn’t get my homework done because I was up late cleaning stalls, since we’ve got four horses set to foal at any time.”



“And?”


“And I need to copy yours.”


“Georgia—”


“Please? Just this once. I promise I won’t ask again.”


Dammit. Tell remembered how easily she charmed, tempted and cajoled him into doing whatever she wanted.


But he wasn’t going to make this easy on her. He leaned forward and murmured, “Just this once has been ten times over the course of the year.”


Her haughty look was hot as hell. “I didn’t realize you were keeping track.”


Tell shrugged. “I just think it’s time I got something in return for helpin’ you out.”


“What do you want?”


“What do you think I want?” he countered.


Georgia trailed her fingertips across his rough knuckles. “I never noticed how large your hands are. I think you want to put these hands all over me.”