Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders 13)

“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**king 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 c**k 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.”

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 br**sts. He pressed kisses from her mouth, down her throat, between her cle**age, 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**king 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 ni**les 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 ni**les. Sucking, biting. Twisting with just the tips of her fingers.