“I really like it.”

“You want the recipe?”

“I’m not really much of a cook.”

It amazed her how many bachelors were clueless in the kitchen. “So what do you eat?”

“I stick to the basics. Meat. Potatoes. Chili. Eggs. Sandwiches. Frozen dinners. Or I eat out.”

“I’ll bet lots of ladies offer to fix you a home-cooked meal.”

“I usually take them up on it too.” He gave her a sly smile. “But none of those vittles have ever been as good as this.”

Georgia rolled her eyes.

“I’d offer to whip something up for you, but now that I’ve admitted I’m a lousy cook…”

“I’ll take you up on the offer, McKay, if for no other reason than to watch you squirm.”

His gaze settled on her chest. “I know a thing or two about making you squirm, don’t I?”

He laughed when she blushed.

After they finished eating, Tell insisted on doing the dishes. She wandered out the back door onto the patio.

The backyard was enclosed on three sides by a six-foot wooden fence with no trees obstructing the view of the sky. She’d even planted a vegetable garden, something she hadn’t done since living at the ranch. The lush green grass was soft beneath her bare feet. She spent most nights out here. Gazing at the stars. Listening to the night noises that were absent in a big city.

The screen door banged. Then Tell’s arms were around her. “I wondered where you’d gone off to.” He kissed the top of her head. “I checked your bedroom first.”

“Were you disappointed not to find me there?”

“Nope.”

Georgia spun around and faced him. “It’s peaceful out here.”

His eyes were so serious. “Is that what you’re lookin’ for? Peace?”

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.

“That makes two of us.” Tell spread out the blanket from the porch swing on the grass. He’d taken off his boots and his socks. And did he ever look sexy: dark stubble on his lean cheeks, wearing a tight T-shirt and low-slung jeans, his feet bare. He dropped onto the blanket with a deep sigh.

And Georgia continued staring at him.

“Something wrong?”

“No. You’re just so easy on the eyes, Tell McKay.”

“You’re just sweet-talkin’ me, hoping it’ll get you laid.”

“Is it working?”

Smirking, Tell crooked his finger at her. “Gotta come closer, my sweet, to find out.”

She straddled his groin, pinning his arms above his head. “Whatcha gonna do now, cowboy?”

“Remind you that what goes around comes around.”

Angling across his body, she smashed her br**sts into his chest, taking one teeny nibble of his bottom lip. “That sounds intriguing. What does that mean?”

“That means…restraining me now gives me the right to do the same to you in the future.”

“Just like this? Just my hands?”

He shook his head.

Wow. Tell’s dark look of challenge unfurled a long lick of want inside her. Imagining her arms tied behind her back. Or in front of her. Or above her head. Or tied to a four-poster bed.

“Sweetness, gazing at me all wide-eyed like that is bound to get you…bound in all sorts of interesting ways.”

“Promise?” she whispered against his lips.

Tell made a low growling sound and took her mouth in a savage kiss. Swamping her body with a wave of heat. His tongue swirled around hers aggressively as he cranked her lust higher.

Georgia returned his passion, rolling her hips against his pelvis and across the hard ridge in his jeans.

He dragged an openmouthed kiss down the center of her throat, commanding, “Shirt off. I want your ni**les in my mouth.”

She released his hands long enough to yank off her shirt and pop the clasp on her bra. She expected him to gather her br**sts in his hands, feeling that delicious shock of wet heat as his mouth enclosed the tip.

But Tell’s arms remained above his head. His gaze hooked hers. “Bring them to me.”

She scooted up, bracing one hand on the ground as she leaned closer to his open mouth, intending to tease his lips with the hardened tip, then pulling away when his wicked tongue popped out to lick.

He had other ideas. He arched his neck and sucked the tight point, closing his eyes as he attempted to work more of her into his mouth.

Gooseflesh broke out, starting at her nape, inching down her spine a vertebra at a time with every rhythmic pull.

He bit down harder than she was expecting and she jerked back, which allowed him to shift oral focus to her other breast. “Stay. Still.”

She tried, but her body was twitchy.

He’d latch his suctioning mouth to the hard point and then back off, teasing with little whips of his tongue. Blowing a stream of air on the wetness. Rubbing his face over the center of her br**sts, scraping the bristly five o’clock shadow across the puckered tips until they ached. She ached. Everywhere. She wanted more.

She shifted, putting both hands on the ground, and began to grind on him.

Tell released her nipple. “You can grind on me all you want, but you don’t get to come.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause I said so.”

Georgia glanced at him. The ferocity in his eyes was a little scary, until she remembered this was Tell. Laid-back Tell. Tell with the sexy, dimpled grin. Tell with the dancing eyes. Tell with the silver-tongued sweetness. Fun-loving Tell who teased her.

But there was not a hint of that man staring back at her right now.

“Why do you have that deer in the headlights look?”

“Because I remember you looked at me like this the first night you kissed me when we were dancing.”

“And how did I look at you?”

“Like you owned me.”

“Does that scare you?”

“A little. But it mostly…excites me.”

Then he was upright, his hand gripping her hair with enough force her scalp stung. “You like that take-charge side of me?”

She whispered, “Yes.”

“Get undressed.”

His command sent a shiver through her. She rolled off his lap and rested on her knees on the blanket.

He tugged his T-shirt over his head. Withdrew a condom from his front pocket and shucked his jeans and boxers.

Georgia was so busy watching Tell reveal his magnificent body that she’d forgotten what she was supposed to be doing.

All he had to do was lift a brow at her and she started stripping.

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