Page 22 of Tempt

“I still remember the first day I saw you, the day my mom and I showed up at the bakery and your Gran introduced us.”

“I was eleven and had just moved in with her permanently.”

“Yes,” and I was smitten. She may have been broody and withdrawn but I had never been more tempted.

“I was a wreck.”

“And even then you were beautiful.”

“I don’t know about that,” she offers me a smile.

I dip my chin, moving in to offer her yet another soft kiss. “Trust me,” I whisper, resting my forehead to hers. “I just hate that I wasted so much time.”

“Well, then maybe we should stop wasting it.” Pulling back I look into her turquoise eyes and all the tension I feel fades. “I’m just saying if you’ve wondered, and I’ve wondered too, why should we keep waiting and wasting?”

“I like the way you think.”

“I have my moments,” Kyra smiles and this time she kisses me.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

Kyra

I rollonto my left side and fluff my pillow beneath my head. I’m wide awake, my thoughts are all over the place.

My lips are still tingling from the kiss I shared with Garrett only hours ago. I actually feel like when I close my eyes and relive the moment over and over that it still seems so real.

Again I fluff my pillow, trying to create the perfect place to lay my head, only it doesn’t exist.

So I roll over to my right side, and stare at the wall. Curling my legs bringing my knees toward my chest only to then straighten them and finally I roll to my back.

With my arms straight down at my sides I now stare up at the ceiling watching the fan blades spin around and around.

The ticking of one blade echoes, and in my mind I’m trying to count the turns.

“Grrrr,” I growl out while I sit up in my bed. The covers on my legs suddenly feeling hot I kick them off and turn sideways, placing my feet on the floor.

I have been lying here for hours, trying to ease my thoughts. I can’t seem to shut everything off. The way he showed up and kissed me, pinning me to the frame. Then Gran, God love her, but she has the worst possible timing.

I wanted it to go on and on forever, but I only got seconds, or so it felt. A tease, a snippet of what it could be like with Garrett and now, I can’t think of anything else.

My mind is like a speeding train without brakes only going faster and faster.

Standing up I walk over to the window and peer outside, needing something else to occupy my thoughts, yet there is nothing. No raccoon, no squirrels, not even a bird. There is nothing but trees and they aren’t even blowing in the wind.

At this point I’m begging for a storm, a crack of lightning and roar of thunder. Hell, even a truck backfiring.

Walking out of my room, I remain as quiet as possible and go to the refrigerator in search of a glass of wine.

Once I have it, I walk over to the couch and sink back into the plush cushions, staring out the large picture window overlooking the road.

It’s got to be well after midnight, and every sane person is in bed, yet here I am wide awake.

I want to hit rewind and have Garrett right back here in the living room with me.

Slowly I sip my wine, enjoying the quiet of the house. I stop trying to fight the visions and feelings, instead I give in to them.

The glide of his hand over my arm, higher, higher until he skims over my shoulder and along the side of my neck.

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