Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(79)

“Georgia—”


“Why are you here if I’m such an untrustworthy blabbermouth?”


He rubbed his jaw along hers. “You know why.”


“No, I don’t. Especially not after you accused me of taking advantage of your family because we are…whatever this is.”


Looked like it was up to him to define it. “Whatever this is…is a relationship. Although neither of us wanted to name it, that’s what it’s been since day one.” He eased back and peered into her eyes, half-afraid she’d deny it.


“You’re good with that?” she asked carefully.


“Yep. Are you? If we continue to keep it casual?”


Georgia lifted her chin. “Just sex?”


He shook his head. “It’s been about more than just sex for us since day one too. I can admit that now. Can you?”


“Yes.” She briefly closed her eyes and pressed her mouth to his. “I missed you this week. I thought about you a lot. And I’m sorry that I was too unsure about us and this…relationship just to pick up the damn phone and call you.”


This sweetness was one of his favorite things about her. “Same here. For us supposedly bein’ ten years older and wiser, we sure acted like teens a snit, didn’t we?”


She laughed softly. “Let’s not do that anymore. We’ll act like adults. So should we spit on our hands and shake on it? Or will a pinkie promise work better?”


Damn woman made him laugh. “How about if we just seal the deal with a kiss?”


“Deal.” She took his mouth like she owned it. And damn if that didn’t make him hard as a f*cking fence post.


Once he caught his breath, he said, “As long as we’re clearing the air, I’m sorry I listened to bullshit speculation from my family before I talked to you. You deserve better from me. I was a dick. It won’t happen again. I promise.”


Georgia seemed taken aback by the apology. She was even more surprised when he murmured, “That said, darlin’, you’re still getting a spanking.” Then he fused his mouth to hers. Kissing her until his cock was hard as concrete and her lithe body bowed into his.


When they came up for air, Tell loved the bee-stung look of her lips after his harsh kisses.


After untying her shirt and freeing her arms, he said, “Turn around.” As soon as she was in position, he nuzzled the back of her head, breathing in her scent. “Since I’m feelin’…generous, I’m gonna let you keep your pants on.”


“So it won’t be your bare hand on my bare ass?”


“You sound disappointed.”


“I’m not.”


“Good thing. Because you earned fourteen pops on this perfect butt of yours.” He kept his mouth by her ear, teasing with his hot breath and hotter words. “How pink you think your ass will be when I get done?”


She squirmed.


“I guarantee we’ll both feel the burn, even through the denim.” He traced the curve at the top of her ear with a fleeting lick of his tongue. “But if you were bare-assed, I’d use my tongue to cool down those flaming cheeks when I finished.” His nose slipped behind her ear, following that section of skin to the hollow below the lobe. “Can’t you just feel my mouth all over your sweet ass?”


He felt her swallow hard.


“Bend over and brace yourself.”


Georgia flattened her palms on the wall, making her body into a ninety-degree angle.


Goddamn she looked beautiful. He ran his hands up her spine and across the compact line of her shoulders. There was just one problem. He slid his hands into her hair and tugged her head up. “Better. Stay like that.”


She glanced over her shoulder at him, not defiantly, but warily. “Why?”


“I’m gonna need to see your face, sweetness. See if you like what I’m doin’ to you.”


“And if I don’t?” she asked softly.


“Then tell me to stop and I will.”


Georgia broke eye contact first.


Tell let his hands roam over her. Never staying too long in one place. Rubbing. Stroking. Petting. Building the tension. He finally gave in and smacked her left butt cheek.


“Oh.” She dropped her chin to her chest and seemed to gather herself. Then she raised her head, ready for the next one.


But Tell had no intention of dragging this out or making her count the strokes. He swatted her ass with hard, fast strokes. By the time he finished, Georgia had been pushing back into him for each spank. Her breathing came in short pants and she whimpered softly. Sexily.


Slapping his hands on the wall above hers, Tell caged her body beneath his.


Georgia cranked her head around to get at his mouth. Kissing him crazily. Hot flashing tongue, lips shifting on his as she tried to swallow him whole.


That buzz of need became louder and louder until Tell had to force himself to stop kissing her. “I gotta know… Are you wet?”


“Yes,” she practically sobbed. “I never knew it could be like that… God. That was nothing like the spankings I got as a kid.”