Authors: Sidda Lee Tate
The First Night (8 page)
“Because.” He pointed to the book and snarled his face with disgust. “
That
person in there, the one you remember, he’s not me.”
“But it is you. I mean, you look different, and I have to admit I’m embarrassed I didn’t realize who you were. I knew you were familiar from the first time I saw you at
Night
. But as soon as I saw your picture in here,” she said, tapping the book, “everything about you came rushing back to me.”
He furrowed his brow. “I don’t understand.”
Her expression went serious and she gripped the book tighter. “How every day when we passed in the hall the only thing you ever said to me was ‘Hey, Kayla’ and how just the sound of your voice always made my day better. How I started taking a different route to class just so I could see your face.” She dropped her head, wiping a tear from her eye before it had a chance to fall. “I’m sorry. I feel like a complete idiot for not recognizing you.”
“You shouldn’t. I changed everything about me to escape that person.”
“Not your eyes. I loved the way they looked at me, as if I were the most important person in your world.” She met his gaze and realized he’d been looking at her just as she’d described since they’d reacquainted at
Night
and she had been too obsessed with not wanting someone else in her life to notice.
He rubbed his face a few times then propped his elbows on his knees, letting his hands dangle between his legs. He sat silent, not looking at her, but keeping his stare on the window.
Kayla went to him and combed her fingers across the top of his head. “One week ago, I thought there was no time in my life for someone else. And then I found you. Suddenly everything I thought I wanted was incomparable to what I realized I needed.” She took his hand and moved her head so that her eyes could lock with his. “Come with me.”
She led him through the living room, down the hall, and to her bedroom. Kayla turned to face him and took both of his hands with hers, linking their fingers.
“I don’t want to pretend anymore. I can’t keep telling myself there’s nothing between us.” She went up on her toes and brushed her lips across his neck. “I want you, Luke Gannon Knight. Thinking back, I’ve wanted you for a long time.” Kayla drew her head back and caught his gaze. “I guess it’s something I didn’t know until now.”
Gannon released his fingers from hers and cupped the sides of her head, tilting her mouth to meet his. As he did, her lips parted and his tongue slid across hers.
“Are you sure?” he asked, speaking low, straining the words.
Kayla nodded. Her arms twisted around his neck, sealing them together. Keeping his mouth fastened to hers, he ran his hands slowly down her back and gripped her waist. In one fluid movement, he lifted her and Kayla’s legs latched around him. Her hands ran through his hair and he stepped toward the bed, resting a knee on it. He sat Kayla down close to the center, hovering over her.
He hooked his fingers around the band of her pants and pulled them down her legs and off her ankles, dropping them on the floor. His eyes glimmered when he saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. She moaned low as the tips of Gannon’s fingers, trembling, traced up one of her legs and around her hip to the hem of her shirt then across the bare skin of her belly.
Without speaking, she raised her arms and smiled. He followed the silent instruction, and kissing her, he slipped the shirt over her head. Kayla gave a quick laugh and pulled his off as well, running her fingers across his toned stomach, up to his chest, and over his shoulders. She pulled him closer, pressing her breasts against his skin and hitching a leg over his hip.
His breath steadily growing ragged, he moved his lips from hers, trailing down her neck and across her chest. His mouth found a breast and he licked and nipped it, then moved to the other as his hand explored her skin, making its way to the heat between her legs, causing her clit to swell and throb. Gannon’s fingers teased at her pussy, gently brushing against her opening, just enough to send quivers through her body, making her center thump and beg for him to enter her.
“I want you,” she gasped, her hips migrating toward his. Hooking her thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans and tugging him in so that his weight fell between her legs, she wrapped them around him. “I need you inside me.”
Holding his upper body above hers, hands pressed into the sheets on either side of her shoulders, he smiled and cinched his mouth to hers, grinding his hips and growling low under his breath. He moved from her, and standing at the edge of the bed, his jeans fell to the floor, exposing his hard prick. At the same time, Kayla reached across to the bedside table and grabbed a condom from the drawer. She moved toward him, tearing open the package, reaching him as his hand cupped her dripping center. Both of them on their knees, she released a low moan at the feel of his touch and shakily sheathed him.
Gannon leaned back, pressing his hands in the mattress as Kayla climbed on, reaching between them and directing his member to her opening. Slowly she slid down, both of them groaning as his cock filled her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Gannon murmured. He sat up and grabbed her ass, guiding her hips as he thrust into her over and over and over.
Kayla, straddling him, tossed her head back, her sight growing cloudy and her breath catching in her throat as explosions of release jolted through her body. She cried out, her voice filled with bliss, and when she felt Gannon pulse inside her, discharging, growling her name through his teeth, everything under her skin trembled with maddening ecstasy.
Both of them breathless, she fell into him, wrapping her arms around him, feeling his rapid heartbeat next to hers. “This,” he whispered, his breath hoarse in her ear, “is how it should be.”
Kayla moved her head back and met his dark eyes, never again wanting to know what one day without him in it would feel like. Her hands held either side of his head, thumbs gently caressing his cheekbones.
“You said you wanted me for a long time, but you didn’t know… Well, I’ve known all along what I wanted,” he said and kissed the tip of her nose. “I just had to work through some things first. I came back searching for you.”
“I’m glad you did,” Kayla whispered. She kissed him, pulling him to her by his shoulders, shuddering at the feel of their bare skin touching. “I just want you to know, before we go any further, that I will need pancakes every day.”
About Sidda Lee Tate
Sidda Lee Tate has spent most of her life creating stories. Writing is one of her great loves, with romance and eroticism being her specialties.
Whether her words make readers cry or laugh or just downright hot, she is proud to take people on a journey with her characters. Sidda lives in a small town in Arkansas with her husband and son.
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About The Night Series
Book 1:
The First Night
Now Available
Book 2:
Hijacked
Coming Soon
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