Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(80)

He released a strangled laugh.


She rolled her spine against his chest, pressing her ass into his groin. “Please. I feel like I’m about to burst.”


After one last nip to her nape, Tell pushed upright. Then he tugged on her shoulders and spun her back into the wall, again trapping her body beneath his. “I want you in my mouth.”


“Yes.”


Another soft pass of his lips over hers. “And I want your mouth on me.”


“Oh.” A pause as his intent became clear, then, “Oh!”


“Lift your arms.” As soon as she did, Tell whisked off the lacy camisole and filled his hands with her breasts. He pressed kisses from her mouth, down her throat, between her cleavage, lowering himself to his knees, continuing his southerly progression, only stopping when he reached the waistband of her jeans. Stopping to marvel that this beautiful woman was sharing so much with him besides her body.


“Tell?”


“Mmm. Sorry. Just takin’ a minute to admire the view.”


“Ah. Could you admire and take my jeans off faster? Because you’ve got me all kinds of worked up.”


Smirking at her, he fingered the button before his thumb flicked it open. Then he worked her zipper down slowly. Such a f*cking rush, watching the heated impatience warming those icy-blue eyes.


Georgia lifted a brow. “Remember that whatever you do to me, I do to you—the exact same way.”


He laughed and yanked her pants to her ankles. “Step outta them shoes.” After she kicked them and her jeans aside, he placed his mouth over her mound. Tonguing her clit through the silky fabric. Breathing in the scent of her arousal. Snaking his tongue beneath the elastic to taste her.


“God. Do that about a hundred more times, won’t you?”


“In a minute.” She really got squirmy when her panties were gone and no barriers remained between them. He slid his hands up the inside of the thighs, intending to spread her open for a little kiss, when Georgia clamped her hands around his face and her legs shut.


“Huh-uh. My turn. Stand up so I can strip you.” She smirked. “And play with you a little.” When he was on his feet, she pushed him against the wall.


Jesus.


Georgia attacked the buttons on his shirt. Once it hung open, her hands were everywhere on his chest. The way her nails scraped down his pectorals hardened his nipples and his cock, making it damn hard to swallow. She swirled her finger inside his belly button. She traced each rib. She outlined every cut muscle. With her tongue. Oblivious to the way his body shook, she played with his nipples. Sucking, biting. Twisting with just the tips of her fingers.



Generally driving him out of his f*cking mind, which he probably deserved.


She knelt at his feet and said, “Gimme your heel so I can take off your boot.”


“That’s okay, I can do it.”


“You’ll either let me do it, or that big cock of yours isn’t going in my mouth.”


A little shocked by her vehemence, Tell lifted his foot. “Who made you boss?”


“You just did.” She cupped her hand around the bootheel and pulled up. “Next.”


This was weird. And thank God he’d put on clean sweat socks today. Ever since he was a kid, he’d been self-conscious about his smelly feet. He reached down to pull her up before she could get a whiff, but she slithered out of his grasp.


“I mean it, Tell, knock it off. You keep your hands on the wall and let me do this.”


“Why?”


“Because I want to.”


“What if I can’t?”


“What’s the problem?”


Be honest. “Because…f*ck. My feet smell like something goddamn died in my boots, okay? I don’t want you…”


Georgia merely blinked at him as she tugged off his sock. Then she bent down and…


No. Holy mother of God, no…


She licked his foot, straight across the knuckles of his toes. Twice. Then she slipped her tongue between the webbing of each toe. Twice.


Fuck. His knees damn near buckled. He just about shot in his jeans. Who knew that was so erotic? And goddamn she turned an embarrassing moment into something so sweet and hot.


Tell didn’t protest when she removed his other sock. But he was in no way prepared for when Georgia licked and sucked on his toes. Who knew an invisible line ran from his feet to his balls? Every lick felt like she had her tongue on his sac.


Enough.


When she rose to her knees, he grabbed her biceps and hauled her up so they were nose to nose. “Your * in my face. Now.”


“Uh. Okay.”


He picked her up and carried her into the living room, setting her on the reclining chair.


Georgia’s eyes were enormous and brimming with heat. He stripped off his jeans and boxers. His gaze encompassed the reclining chair as he walked toward her.


“Should that wild look in your eyes scare me, cowboy?”


“Only if you’re not flexible enough for the way I wanna try this. But I saw you doin’ them cheerleading jumps, so I don’t think it’s gonna be an issue, bendy girl.”