Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders 13)

“That’s because things aren’t going anywhere.”

“Where do you suggest we take things on our third date, Georgia? Skip the getting to know each other part and head straight for the nearest bed?”

She backed up. “You know what? You’re right. I’m being pushy. I’ll go. Thanks for the drink.” She spun away from him.

Tell wouldn’t have believed Georgia could run in such ankle-breaking heels, but she was hightailing it out the door.

Dammit.

Tim clapped him on the back. “So, McKay, when the f**k did you hit your head?”

Tell glared at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He pointed toward the exit. “Dude, you’ve got a screw loose if you’d rather be with us than her.”

The guy had a point.

“Thanks for the kick in the ass, buddy, I owe you.” Tell took off, catching her halfway across the gravel parking lot. He picked her up, covering her shriek of surprise with his mouth.

She fought him for about two seconds, then her arms wound around his neck and she kissed him back.

He didn’t stop moving until he reached the back end of his pickup, setting her down long enough to drop the tailgate. He hoisted her onto his lap, facing him, crossing her ankles behind his butt.

The light in the parking lot allowed him to see her face, but the angle he’d parked his truck meant no one could see them.

“You flounced off in a snit before I got to say my piece.”

“Because I’ve heard that particular piece before.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. We’re taking it slow. You’re gonna spend two solid days in my bed once we finally get there…blah blah blah.”

That seemed a little sarcastic. “But you don’t believe it?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Georgia let her fingers trace his jawline, the hollows of his cheeks, the corners of his eyes and the arch of his eyebrows. Then she murmured, “Look at you. So different now. You’re all man. Hardly any trace remains of that cute high school boy I knew.” Her mouth curled into a mysterious smile.

“That’s an interesting smirk, hot lips.”

“Just wondering if that high school boy still inside you is afraid I’ll reject you if you try and touch me.”

His jaw tightened beneath her stroking fingers. “Not true.”

“So true.” Georgia flicked her tongue across the seam of his lips. But rather than diving in for a kiss, she retreated. “Come on, McKay. Don’t you want to get to second base with me tonight?”

Automatically his gaze dropped to her chest. Damn. She’d always had such a great rack. Now that he was inches away from those perfect br**sts…the go slow portion of his adult brain was suddenly silenced by the show me your boobies! section of his teenage brain.

No surprise which side won.

“I’ll admit that contraption you’re wearing—while sexy as all get-out—is a little intimidating for a simple country boy like me.”

“It’s just a bustier.”

“Mmm. The boost-e-ay needs gone.” Tell’s hot gaze hooked hers. “Untie the bow.”

She curled the satin ribbon around her finger and gently tugged until the bow disappeared, leaving two short ribbons dangling along each side.

“Show me more.”

The next two hooks didn’t reveal much.

Georgia must’ve been impatient because she popped the last few hooks in rapid succession until the bustier hung open completely, and goddamn he could see smooth white flesh from her neck to her navel. And those pretty, perky ni**les.

“Beautiful.” He slid his hands up her back and around her rib cage to peel away the sides of the stiff material. His thumbs stroked the underswell of her br**sts and the soft, plump sides. Each new stroke sent gooseflesh across her arms. Seeing her reaction caused his c**k to jerk against his zipper.

“Tell. Please. Touch me.”

Since she asked so nice… “Remind me again about second base. ’Cause I never got to it in high school.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope. I was a late bloomer, remember? So second base means I just get to touch? Or do I get to use my mouth?”

“Uh. It can be whatever you want.”

“Oh. I want all right.” Tell lowered his head and Georgia arched back slightly. He pursed his lips around the already hard nipple and sucked.

She groaned and bit her lower lip.

He delicately swirled his tongue around the crest of her nipple until she squirmed. Then he bit down with enough pressure to get her attention.

“What the…” She shuddered when he did it again.

Tell pulled her upright and pressed her against the hard planes of his chest. He brushed his lips over her ear, keeping his hand cupped around her breast trapped between them. “You like a little pain.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Liar.” He pinched her nipple and she quivered.

“Tell—”

“Do you like that? Yes or no?”

“Yes, okay? Yes. Do it again.”

Another pinch brought forth another moan from her.

“You will be honest with me, Georgia. Even if you haven’t been honest with other men who’ve enjoyed your body. Maybe especially if that’s been the case.” He blew gently in her ear. “Make no mistake. I will enjoy the hell out of this body, and I can give you everything you’ve been afraid to ask for.”

“God, you’re killing me. Please. More.”

He growled and pushed her back. Squeezing her tits together so he could nip and suckle her ni**les. Making her moan and thrash. The scent of her arousal teased his nose every time she rocked her hips forward. And damn if she wasn’t riding the sweet spot on his cock. And double damn if he didn’t just want to spin her around, yank her pants down and f**k her. Leaving suck marks over every inch of that beautiful skin. From beneath her strong, stubborn chin to the tips of these tasty ni**les.

Georgia moaned louder; her fingernails dug into his biceps as she pushed her nipple against his teeth.

Fuck. She was hotter than fire. Tell sucked harder, switching between her left and right ni**les. Licking. Biting. Devouring her until she released a long wail.

A pair of male voices echoed to them. “Did you hear that?”

“What? I don’t hear nothin’.”

“That’s because you’re drunk. Them grunting and moaning sounds mean someone is getting f**ked good.”