Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders 13)

Tell groaned. “And then what did I do? Became that same type of guy you didn’t want. With the innocent dates and the waiting to get nekkid and wild.”

“You don’t need to read up on the Kama Sutra to impress me, but I don’t want you to hold back.” She focused on unsnapping his buttons and ridding him of his shirt.

Now that he wouldn’t have to worry about holding back with her…didn’t that just bust open the vault to all his kinkiest fantasies?

Georgia ran her hands over his chest. Tracing the ridges of his pectorals. Following the edge of his rib cage down to his lower abdomen. Then she locked her gaze to his as she wrapped her hand around his cock, delicately sweeping her thumb over the spot beneath the head.

As much as Tell wanted to see those hot lips circling his cock, it could wait. “We sorta slowed down. Maybe I shoulda gone with my first instinct and f**ked you against the door as soon as we walked in.” He bent to align his mouth with her right nipple. Licking the hardened point with the very tip of his tongue. “On the bed. Now.”

Georgia placed a soft kiss on his sternum and scooted onto the bed.

Tell ripped open a condom, rolled it on and crawled across the mattress. She’d parted her thighs, keeping her arms above her head, making her body one long line of curves he couldn’t wait to explore. Lowering himself over her, hips to hips, he fit his c**k to her core, gliding into that tight heat. Then he ran his palms up her arms until he reached her wrists. Threading his fingers through hers, be began to move.

Her gaze never left his. For the several long, sensuous strokes, they stayed in that silent connection of bodies touching from feet to hands, being skin to skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Georgia.” He kissed her. Hungrily, frantically, even as he kept the same steady rhythm. His c**k pausing outside her entrance on every fourth stroke before he snapped his hips, slamming into her to the root. Withdrawing slowly. Dragging out this pleasure as long as possible. Their mouths breaking only long enough to suck in more oxygen.

Georgia’s fingers squeezed and released as her body strained to match the rhythm of his. He wanted to feel that same clenching and unclenching sensation of her pu**y around his cock.

Tell kissed a path to the sweet spot below her neck. Then he rammed into her fast and hard on every stroke until she arched against him violently.

Her sexy wail burned his ear as her pu**y clamped down on his cock. Her grip on his hands was almost painful as she rode out her orgasm.

The strong pulses and pounding rhythm were so perfect, his own release caught him unaware. He came hard and fast. A head rush. A brain freeze. Free-falling into the abyss. Then nothing but the decreasing thud thud thud of his heartbeat in his ears.

Georgia nibbling on his jaw brought him back to reality. He eased back and looked into the face of a satisfied woman.

Despite the cramp in his ass, and in his arms, he wanted to stay right here with her, just like this—sweat-soaked, sticky and sated. Possibly forever.

His c**k was totally on board and his aches and pains disappeared.

He rolled his hips and she gasped. He whispered, “Again,” and lost himself in her, half-afraid he’d never find his way back, half-grateful that he’d found her at all.

Wasn’t Tell McKay just as cuddly as a kitten?

After he’d rocked her body—twice—she’d expected a sweet kiss and then he’d pull back.

But after he’d ditched the condom, he’d returned to bed, tucking her body against his, trailing his rough-tipped fingers up and down her spine as her head rested on his chest.

It’d be heavenly, if it weren’t freaking her out.

Georgia couldn’t remember the last time she’d been held so tenderly in the aftermath of spectacular sex.

Maybe never.

Wasn’t that sad?

Deck had f**ked her and reached for the remote.

Other lovers had f**ked her and reached for their pants.

So she didn’t have much experience with this…lying around in the afterglow type stuff.

Wouldn’t that make an awesome confession?

Funny thing, Tell. I’m not used to the snuggly routine because previous lovers couldn’t wait to get the hell away from me. Maybe they were disappointed in my bedroom skills, or maybe my O face is fugly, but sweetness after sex? Nope. Not familiar with that. So forgive me if I—

“What’s wrong? You tensed up.”

I’m a loser and a bad lover and too mortified to tell you, although you’ve probably already figured it out. “Nothing.”

Tell put his fingers under her chin, lifting her face up. “Don’t go silent on me now, hot lips. What’s goin’ on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“You were amazing.”

He shook his head, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Huh-uh. We were amazing. Together. There are two people in this bed, Georgia.”

“I know. Believe me, I know. I’ve never…” She rubbed her fingertips on the razor stubble that had sprouted on his jawline. “You’re just overwhelming.”

A tiny wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows. “You don’t mean overbearing?”

“No. I… For supposedly being in charge of my own sexual needs and sexuality, I don’t have much experience with men like you.”

“Men like me,” he repeated. “Meaning what?”

Georgia blinked at him, unsure the level of honesty she should strive for. Especially when he was naked and she was looking into a face that could make angels sing.

Yeah, saying girly stuff like that will make him take you seriously—not.

“Georgia?”

“Men like you who have the moves. The experience.”

“You sound a little pissed off about that,” he said tersely.

“Not at all. I’m not making any sense. Just forget it.”

“Nope. Take a deep breath and time to gather your thoughts, because I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

She didn’t want to screw this up. “I acted like a cat in heat around you last week because I thought it might get you to finally see that I’m not the goody-goody I used to be. Now I’m worried you’re disappointed I wasn’t a tiger in the sack. And I didn’t live up to all the fantasies you’ve supposedly had about me.”

“Jesus. Stop. You are sex on legs.” Tell let the backs of his knuckles outline her face. “I want the you that you are now. Not the girl who sat in front of me in history class.”

Relieved, she tossed off a flip, “Eh. She wasn’t that cool anyway. A bit of a prude, I’ve heard.”