“Yep.”
Butterflies took wing in her belly when Tell asked, “How adventurous are you feelin’, Miss Hotchkiss?”
“Very.”
“Remember you said that.”
Chapter Fourteen
He propelled Georgia into the room and shut and locked the door.
“I had at least one class with you every year, throughout high school. And every one of those years I had a fantasy of some sort about you and me.”
“What did these fantasies of yours include, Mr. McKay?”
He ran the backs of his knuckles over her jawline, tempted as always by her soft skin. “Typical teenage guy stuff. Groping. Kissing. More groping. You whispering in my ear what a stud I was, because I didn’t have a freakin’ clue about sex.”
“You’re telling me that your fantasies about me were innocent?”
“Back then? Yep. But now that I’ve got the experience… Well, I’ll remind you that I ain’t exactly tame these days.”
“Thank God for that.”
“You willing to do a little play actin’ with me? Takin’ a trip back in time?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Revisiting history class. Senior year.”
“Sure.” Georgia smiled and fingered the ends of his bolo tie. “Lose the sport coat and the hat. The you from ten years ago wouldn’t have worn those to class.”
Hot damn.
Tell took his seat, his heart pounding ridiculously hard. “Start at the front of the classroom and walk to your desk like you always did.”
Georgia wandered up to the front of the classroom. She took her time reading a laminated sign. Then she walked to the other side of the chalkboard and studied the fire escape route and building layout placards.
Tell was getting antsy. He almost called out to hurry up, but he realized this was part of the game. Every day he’d been in his seat early, waiting for that first glimpse of her as she sashayed into the room. On game days, she’d worn the super short, super tight cheerleading uniform. He’d always loved game day.
Georgia took her seat, not looking at him at all. No different than when they’d been in class together. She tossed her head and the aroma of her hair wafted back to him.
That sweet blast from the past hit his lungs and traveled straight to his groin.
Then Georgia stretched her arms above her head and released a soft groan. Twisting her upper body sent her hair flowing back and forth, as mesmerizing as a pendulum.
Years before, he’d been too afraid to touch her. But he wasn’t now. Keeping his hand as light as a helium balloon, he stroked that black silk. So tempting to twine his fingers through it and tug to get her attention. But he reminded himself that Hot Lips never paid him any mind unless she wanted something from him.
She turned in her chair to face him, gifting him with her megawatt grin. “Tell McKay. Just the man I needed. I’m hoping you can help me out.”
“With what?”
“The assignment. I didn’t get my homework done because I was up late cleaning stalls, since we’ve got four horses set to foal at any time.”
“And?”
“And I need to copy yours.”
“Georgia—”
“Please? Just this once. I promise I won’t ask again.”
Dammit. Tell remembered how easily she charmed, tempted and cajoled him into doing whatever she wanted.
But he wasn’t going to make this easy on her. He leaned forward and murmured, “Just this once has been ten times over the course of the year.”
Her haughty look was hot as hell. “I didn’t realize you were keeping track.”
Tell shrugged. “I just think it’s time I got something in return for helpin’ you out.”
“What do you want?”
“What do you think I want?” he countered.
Georgia trailed her fingertips across his rough knuckles. “I never noticed how large your hands are. I think you want to put these hands all over me.”
He quickly wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “Wrong. I want a kiss. Not a peck on the mouth. A real kiss. With tongue and everything.”
“Okay.” She bit her lip. “I can meet you after school.”
Tell shook his head. “Right here, right now.”
“Why can’t it wait?”
“Because I know you. You’ll have second thoughts just like you did with the project. So if you want to copy my homework, you’ll let me taste my fill of them hot lips. Right now.”
Desire flashed in her eyes. But she still played the game. “I don’t want to get busted for a PDA.”
“The teacher ain’t here.” Tell brought her palm to his mouth and placed a kiss in the center. “And I don’t give a shit what anyone else says or thinks.”
She finally sighed. “Fine. Pucker up. The bell is about to ring.”
He laughed softly. “Not so fast.”
“But—”
“Come closer.”
Georgia complied with just enough trepidation to make it believable.
They met in the middle of his desk. The angle was a bit awkward, but this was how he’d imagined it.
Her lips were so full and ripe he ached to take a bite. He skimmed his mouth over hers, catching the edges of her upper and lower lips with the soft, smooth inside of his. Letting the moist undersides cling together before following the contour with a painstakingly slow glide.
Her breath came in short bursts, mingling with his measured exhalations. When he swept the tip of his tongue across the seam of her lips, she moaned, opening for him fully.
Tell curled his hand around her neck, taking possession of her mouth. His tongue warred with hers; every swirling stroke kicked his need higher. Each suck, each lick, each slide of wet lips urged him to drag her out of the seat. Urged him to press and grind their bodies together.
When she eased back, he focused his attention on the section of her throat where her pulse jumped. He could feel her body vibrating, and he realized the kiss had shaken her as much as it had him.
“Georgia.” His teeth scraped her throat. “I want you.”
“God. Yes. Don’t stop doing that.”
As many times as he had imagined this scenario as a seventeen-year-old boy, he hadn’t choreographed the logistics. He didn’t want to bend her over. He wanted to look in her eyes as he slid home. The student desks were too small and unstable for what he had in mind.
But the teacher’s desk was perfect.
“Baby, we gotta move.”