As soon as they were in the room, before he’d turned on a single light, Georgia was all over him. Her mouth attacking his throat as she started popping buttons on his shirt. Her pelvis rubbing against his. Making those sexy-ass moans.
He put his hands over hers, stopping her frantic motions. “Georgia. Hold that thought for a sec.” He took off his hat, reached over and hit the light switch.
This was a pretty shitty room. Maybe keeping the lights off hadn’t been such a bad idea. But then he looked at the beautiful woman standing in front of him. Her breathing uneven. Her lips so full and ripe. The blush of arousal on her cheeks, those magnetic eyes of hers so completely focused on him.
“Look at you. God. You are something else.” He traced her prominent jawline with the backs of his fingers. “Take off your clothes.”
That stubborn chin came up. “I’m not stripping solo again.”
“Fair enough. Then I’ll strip you.” He yanked her denim dress over her head. He unsnapped her bra. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her bikini panties and tugged them down to her ankles.
Georgia tried to take a step back, but hobbled by her underwear, she fell ass-first on the bed.
Tell dropped to his knees in front of her. He kept his caresses easy, wanting to take hours to touch and taste every inch of her bared skin. The explosive passion wasn’t going anywhere so he’d just put it on simmer while he savored her.
But Georgia seemed a little unsure about being naked.
He wouldn’t allow it. He lightly pushed on the insides of her thighs and demanded, “Let me see you. All of you.” He heard a swift intake of breath and then she scooted her bottom to the end of the bed.
“Watch my eyes. See how goddamned turned on I am by your body.” He grinned. “And baby, if that doesn’t convince you? Look at the crotch of my jeans.”
That brought her sweet, lopsided smile.
He pressed a kiss below her belly button. Then lower. Then lower again. Leaving a longer kiss on the small strip of black curls pointing the way to his ultimate destination.
When his tongue followed that silken trail, she moaned.
He glanced up at her, his mouth hovering over her sex. Then he shoved his tongue deeply into her slick core.
So sweet. So wet. God, he wanted to suck and lick and make her come undone at least five times before he moved from this paradise. His intent to leisurely explore every delicate pink fold, to keep her hanging until she begged him to make her come…vanished.
Tell used his thumbs to pull her pussy lips apart, settled his mouth over the skin hiding her clit and began to suck.
Georgia’s body quivered. A strangled moan escaped and she arched, shoving her pelvis forward.
He loved this part of sex. Losing himself in this first taste of her. Hearing her moan louder when he lightly flicked his tongue over that swollen little pearl.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as he kept up his relentless assault. She kept murmuring, “Yes, yes, yes…” Then her body went stiff and she cried out.
Georgia’s sex pulsed beneath his lips and against his tongue. Tell stayed right there, his sucking mouth keeping rhythm until the spasms ended. He scattered kisses to the creases of her thighs, stopping to dip his tongue into that sweet, sweet honey again.
She rolled back onto the mattress, her body limp.
That was the only limp thing around here.
As he unbuckled his belt, she rallied and pushed upright. She didn’t say anything, she just watched from beneath heavy-lidded eyes as he removed his boots, shucked his jeans, boxers and socks.
When his hand tugged on the remaining buttons on his shirt, Georgia shook her head. “I get to do that.”
“That right?”
She still had her shoes on, so when she stepped off the bed, the top of her head brushed the underside of his jawline. “I’ve wanted to put my hands all over you since Sunday when we played basketball. Last night we were too…”
Tell touched her cheek. “Should I apologize?”
“God no. It was fantastic. One minute we’re arguing and the next you’re stripping me and fucking me.” She popped the next button. “You had that look of animal lust and I…”
He stayed her hand. “What?”
“I liked that you didn’t treat me like a fragile doll. You wanted me, you took me. That type of intensity is powerful, Tell. Especially when it’s new to me.” Her cheeks reddened. “I haven’t been with a lot of guys. And it’s been pretty basic sex.” She met his gaze. “But from the first time you kissed me at the Golden Boot, I knew it’d be different with you.”
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 fucked 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 cock 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 cock 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 pussy 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 pussy 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. Freefalling 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 cock 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 fucked her and reached for the remote.
Other lovers had fucked 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.”
He laughed.
She traced a scar on his rib cage. “This has been awesome.”
“But?”
“I hate to bring this up now, but when do you plan to take me back to my car?”
“I thought you were stayin’ here tonight?”
“When you were seducing me I would’ve said anything to get naked with you.” Georgia kissed the frown lines bracketing his mouth. “I loved every second of it. But I do have to work in the morning.”
“I can run you back to the rodeo grounds first thing.”
“Tell. That’s not the best option.”
“Why not?” His lips flattened. “You sure you ain’t embarrassed to be seen with me?”
“Can you hear me out without getting defensive and paranoid?”
“Fine.”
Georgia smiled at his gruff tone. “I don’t care who knows we’re together. I do care about the walk of shame tomorrow morning in front of people on the rodeo committee if I show up in the same clothes and sporting sex hair.”
Understanding flashed in his eyes. “Damn. I hadn’t thought of that.” Then his lips quirked. “Sex hair, huh?”
“With the way you always mess with my hair? I’m sure I look like I just rolled out of bed after a wild romp.”
“It’s a good look on you.” He curled a hank of hair around his finger.
“So you’re not mad?”
“Nope. But I expect you’ll stay with me tomorrow night.”
Of course he would. “Motel sex is pretty hot.”
“You’re pretty hot,” he shot back with a sexy growl. “In fact, let’s burn up the sheets once more before I haul your sexy ass back to your car.” Tell flipped her on her back and rolled on top of her.
Her belly rumbled like an empty railcar.
He squinted at her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hungry?”
“The only hunger I cared about feeding was what I saw in your eyes.”
“Now who’s the sweet-talker? I’m still starved for you, sweetness.” He kissed her three times, each kiss lingered a little longer than the last. “But you ain’t gonna be able to keep up with my appetites if I don’t feed you.”
Georgia finished dressing and watched Tell tucking in his shirt and refastening his belt buckle. Something about getting dressed after experiencing such explosive heat together made her self-conscious of her rumpled state. She smoothed her hair and tugged her dress into place.
Then Tell was in her face, giving her the gentlest kiss while his fingers firmly held her chin. “Every time you get that embarrassed look, I’m gonna kiss it right off your pretty face. No matter where, no matter when, understand?”
He wasn’t being his playful, fun self. She wondered how many women knew this side of him. Rather than speculate, she just asked. “Are you always this intense after sex?”
The heat in his eyes didn’t dissipate. Tell slowly shook his head. “Apparently only with you.”
Oh man.
They drove to a truck stop on the outskirts of town. Tell ordered the steak and egg platter while Georgia chose blueberry pancakes.
“We’re lucky this place is open twenty-four hours.”
He picked up her hand and rubbed his lips over her knuckles. “I’d like to keep you tied to my bed for twenty-four hours.”
She blushed but held his molten gaze.
“That didn’t send you running away screaming.”
“Was it supposed to? Because the thought of you showing me all your sexual tricks and making me come so many times I lose track sounds like an awesome way to spend a day.”
He laughed. “You constantly surprise me.”
“That’s me. Miss Unpredictable,” she said with an edge of sarcasm.
“You don’t feel that way?”
“Only with you.”
Another kiss to her knuckles. “Then you should be around me all the time.” He frowned and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Hang on, I gotta take this. Dalton? Why’re you callin’ me this late? Uh-huh. No. That’s fine, but it sucks. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll leave after the event tomorrow night. But just remember you can’t do this next weekend. I’ll be gone Saturday morning. Nah. I can do ’em Sunday but it’ll be late. Fine. Drive safe.” He laughed. “Fuck if I’ll tell you, perv.” Tell hung up and looked at Georgia. “Sorry. Dalton is goin’ to Colorado in the morning and won’t be back until Monday. Which means I have to head back tomorrow night after the rodeo so I can do chores Sunday morning.”
Georgia sighed. “I have to be here Sunday morning to wrap everything up. So much for us spending tomorrow night together.”
“Come by my place on Sunday when you’re done.”
She paused a beat too long before saying, “Okay.”
Tell’s eyes were on her. “Something wrong?”
“Not wrong. I just
wanna know that we’re both okay with keeping this casual. Us hanging out until the reunion.”
“Is that important to you, keeping things casual?”
She nodded.
“Sure.” Tell fiddled with the straw in his water glass. “I just got to thinkin’. Aren’t some of these rodeos small potatoes for a PR firm outta Dallas?”
“One of the stipulations when we absorbed the company was that we fulfilled the contracts of all the events, no matter the size.”
“Did you have problems with other existing contracts?”
“A few. Mostly because the committee didn’t want to work with an out-of-state firm. After the fifth cancelled contract, my boss decided to send someone to Wyoming as proof we were invested in the local community. Local meaning, within four hundred miles,” she said dryly.
“Did you volunteer?”
“I was volunteered.”
He glanced at her sharply. “You don’t sound too happy about that.”
Hedge. “No way do I want to think about work when I’ve got a gorgeous hunk of man sitting across from me,” she cooed. “Can’t we talk about something else?”
“Fine. Let’s talk about you. What’s the most exciting place you’ve been in the last ten years?”
“I went to Cozumel for a week.”
A depraved look settled on his face. “Now I’m imaging you in a bikini, sipping fruity girl-drinks on the beach. I’d like to’ve been there to rub suntan oil all over your hot skin.” Then suspicion entered his eyes. “Who’d you go with?”
“My mom. It was my college graduation present. I haven’t been anywhere since.” She took a sip of water. “How about you?”
“I spent the summer down south. A buddy I met on the circuit dragged me to a swamp in Louisiana and a beach in Pensacola. Went someplace in Mississippi where the drawls were thick as molasses and I couldn’t understand nothin’. Guess that’s how I ended up eating opossum and turtle.”
Georgia laughed. “So were them tasty vittles?”
“I didn’t know what it was at the time.”
“Were you ever tempted to stay down there?”
Tell shook his head. “I’d got tired of the humidity, the bugs, the slower pace. I also figured out I didn’t have what it takes to become a championship saddle bronc rider.”
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