Page 50 of Tempt

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Garrett

The heat had beenawful today, and I’d work in an attic running wiring for a restored property that Jackson Construction is responsible for. Being on the electrical crew and a licensed electrician wasn’t always bad, but I’ll admit I hated climbing through an attic. Thankfully it had not been insulated and all the old was already cleaned up.

But the heat, damn the heat is a killer.

Then by late lunch I was over at Bud and Gemma’s, helping dad shovel stalls, which added to my disgust, because not only was I sweating my ass off, but I also then smelt like horse shit too. My day had not been a great one.

I’m exhausted, but thankfully freshly showered using the small house Bud converted to a place his helping hands could clean up or crash, have lunch in the air conditioning or anything else they may need.

I didn’t really like the idea of climbing up in my new truck smelling like shit, so I took advantage of the hot shower and change of clothes I always kept with me.

Driving home, it’s past dusk, I yawn, turning into my space in front of my apartment building. My headlights flash over the front of the building and immediately I see a figure, all curled up, leaning against the railing outside my front door.

Putting my truck in park the person moves, and it's then I notice it's Kyra.

Grabbing my bag, I turn off the truck and climb out just as she stands and takes a few steps toward me.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I say, confused for a moment. “Why didn’t you call and tell me you were here waiting?”

She stands and reaches out and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer and I don’t hesitate moving in close. “I haven’t been here long, and I didn’t want to interrupt your work day.”

“You could never interrupt,” I assure her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah,” she doesn’t sound reassuring, but moves on quickly, not giving me the opportunity to push. “Missed you and was hoping that I could stay over. Order in something, maybe, watch a movie.” She leans back looking up at me. “Then you could take me to bed where the two of us can wear each other out a bit,” smiling as she bites at her lip in an attempt to hide her smile.

“I must say I’m liking these plans you’ve made,” damn my girl is being all sweet and even a little naughty tonight. “What do you say we watch the movie in bed, that way we can make-out like a couple teens and when things get wild, we are already where we need to be?”

“I like your plan even more.”

I start walking her backwards toward the door, using my key to unlock it, before moving her inside. Dropping my bag to the floor, I reach up cupping her face in my hands and pulling her lips to mine. I’m not oblivious, I can tell she has something on her mind. But I also know that with Kyra she has to build up to the stage where she can talk freely. I don’t much care for something eating away at her and her taking that shit all on herself, but pushing her can backfire and I don’t want us to be in that place either.

“What do you feel like eating?” I ask, still holding her close, kissing the corner of her mouth, then skimming my lips over hers.

“Not hungry,” she adds quickly, then she’s chasing my lips with her own.

“No,” I ask, smiling at her eagerness.

I’m not entirely sure I should allow her to drown her worries in sex, but she is really damn hard to resist. Kyra is all hands at the moment, and tongue, and—

My thoughts fade when I feel her push her hand beneath the hem of my shirt and slide down. The second her soft hand wraps around my growing erection I feel like I swallow my damn tongue.

“Not for food,” she adds, suddenly kneeling down in front of me and pulling my shorts down along the way.

“Baby, wait,” I take her hand in mine and try to pull her back upward. “Somethings on your mind, and—,”

“Nothing is on my mind,” she assures me. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for hours.” Pulling her hand away she wraps her fist around me and starts to stroke. Reaching out I brace myself, by laying my hand flat on the wall. “I don’t want to talk,” she looks up at me leaning in to drag her tongue along the underside of my cock. “I don’t want food, or even a movie,” she adds doing it all over again. My knees feel weak, and my fucking heart is racing to the point that I feel like it may just beat right out of my chest. “All I want is for you to let me get you so worked up that you feel like you might lose your mind and then I want you to take me to your bed.”

Fuck!

“Okay?” She asks as if I could ever tell her no at this point.

I nod, and watch as she leans in, taking me fully into her mouth. The way she is looking up at me, through her long lashes, those damn turquoise eyes of hers, eating away at any other thoughts I may have had.

I’d give her whatever she wanted on any given day but right now, in this moment, hell there really were no limits.

My thighs tense, and she hollows out her cheeks, pulling back still watching my reaction.

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