Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(53)

He quickly wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “Wrong. I want a kiss. Not a peck on the mouth. A real kiss. With tongue and everything.”


“Okay.” She bit her lip. “I can meet you after school.”


Tell shook his head. “Right here, right now.”


“Why can’t it wait?”


“Because I know you. You’ll have second thoughts just like you did with the project. So if you want to copy my homework, you’ll let me taste my fill of them hot lips. Right now.”


Desire flashed in her eyes. But she still played the game. “I don’t want to get busted for a PDA.”


“The teacher ain’t here.” Tell brought her palm to his mouth and placed a kiss in the center. “And I don’t give a shit what anyone else says or thinks.”


She finally sighed. “Fine. Pucker up. The bell is about to ring.”


He laughed softly. “Not so fast.”


“But—”


“Come closer.”


Georgia complied with just enough trepidation to make it believable.


They met in the middle of his desk. The angle was a bit awkward, but this was how he’d imagined it.


Her lips were so full and ripe he ached to take a bite. He skimmed his mouth over hers, catching the edges of her upper and lower lips with the soft, smooth inside of his. Letting the moist undersides cling together before following the contour with a painstakingly slow glide.


Her breath came in short bursts, mingling with his measured exhalations. When he swept the tip of his tongue across the seam of her lips, she moaned, opening for him fully.


Tell curled his hand around her neck, taking possession of her mouth. His tongue warred with hers; every swirling stroke kicked his need higher. Each suck, each lick, each slide of wet lips urged him to drag her out of the seat. Urged him to press and grind their bodies together.


When she eased back, he focused his attention on the section of her throat where her pulse jumped. He could feel her body vibrating, and he realized the kiss had shaken her as much as it had him.


“Georgia.” His teeth scraped her throat. “I want you.”


“God. Yes. Don’t stop doing that.”


As many times as he had imagined this scenario as a seventeen-year-old boy, he hadn’t choreographed the logistics. He didn’t want to bend her over. He wanted to look in her eyes as he slid home. The student desks were too small and unstable for what he had in mind.


But the teacher’s desk was perfect.


“Baby, we gotta move.”


She attempted to smooth her hair back into place as she slid out from the desk.


He laughed and hauled her close. “Your hair is gonna look a whole lot messier by the time I get done with you.”


“Tell. I don’t know about this.” She squirmed out of his hold and started backing away from him.


He stalked her. “You drive me outta my f*ckin’ mind, Georgia Hotchkiss.”


“Maybe we should sneak out and do it in your truck.”


“Maybe you oughta get it through that pretty head of yours that I’m gonna have you. My way. Now.” Tell had let her retreat until she’d literally backed herself into a corner. He slapped his hands on the chalkboard beside her head.


Just as he leaned closer, she snaked her arms around his neck, and stole the kiss from him. Her body movements were porn-star-worthy as she made those f*cking needy little moans.


He had years’ worth of fantasies revolving around him and Georgia alone in a classroom, but dragging this out wasn’t an option.


“Are you wet for me?” he whispered.


“Sopping wet,” she whispered back.


“Who’da thought such a pretty mouth could be so dirty?”


“Show me dirty.” She nuzzled his neck. “I’ve wanted you for so long. So, so long.” Her tongue zigzagged back up to his ear. “Fuck me, Tell McKay. Fuck me now. No one ever has to know.”


A primitive growl was the only sound he could manage. He held on to her biceps as he pulled her away from the chalkboard and spun her toward the desk. He kicked the chair aside, releasing her only long enough to sweep all the papers off the surface, just like in that teenage fantasy.


She emitted an eep of surprise as he picked her up and set her on the surface. Her heated gaze met his when he unbuckled his belt.


“Pull that dress out of my way.”


The fabric clung to her thighs as she inched the dress up to her hips. She twisted a finger in the elastic band of her silver thong. “You want me to take these off?”


“Yes.”


He watched with his damn tongue hanging out as she whisked that scrap of satin down her trembling legs, then fingered herself with a soft moan of delight.


Then he was wedged between her thighs. Condom on, he lightly pushed her shoulders with a murmured, “Lie back.” Soon as she was, he slid into her. Easily. Fully. He slanted over her, taking her mouth the same way he took her body. With unrestrained passion.


Georgia arched; her tits bounced into his chest with his every aggressive thrust.