Steamy Excerpt – The First Night by Sidda Lee Tate

Can the last place she needs to be become the first night of her forever?

She planned to meet her coworkers for drinks and be home in a few hours. Getting drunk and staying out all night was not an option. Not for Kayla Dobbs. Going to a bar was already pushing her limits. Between her full-time job and night classes, there was no time to spare for a social life, and certainly no time for a relationship. But when she meets Gannon, the sexy bartender whose hypnotic eyes seem to follow her every move, she wishes things could be different.

Although Kayla doesn't recognize him, Gannon knows exactly who she is—she was the one girl in high school he'd always wanted but had been afraid to pursue. He's changed a lot since high school though, and maybe now he has a chance at making that dream come true.

As she breaks free from her self-induced lifestyle of studying and work, Kayla realizes that no matter how concrete her life plan is, sometimes it only takes one night, one person, to alter it forever.

Content Warning: contains descriptive sex and strong language


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Gannon, no longer able to resist her, in an instant of weakness reached over and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up on him. Her lean thighs straddled his legs. "You're killing me," he growled. He loved the bright blue of her eyes, her long dark hair, and light fair skin.

Kayla's hands gripped his shoulders. Her thumbs caressed the skin of his neck and he remembered how earlier at his house, her mouth was there. Her expression went serious, and for a moment they just sat there soaking in one another.

No. He couldn't do this. He shouldn't do this. In the past, giving in to his desires always left him empty and he turned into an ass. He didn't want it to be that way. Not with Kayla. Not like earlier.

"Touch me," she groaned.

When he didn't move, she took his hands and put them on her breasts. Gannon moaned, unable to refuse the feel of her nipples prodding at his palms through her shirt. He slowly slid his hands down until her erect nipples sprung between his fingers. The temptation too great, he caved. He leaned in, putting his mouth inches away from her cotton covered breasts.

His tongue swirled around the taut buds. Kayla whimpered softly and he nibbled with his teeth, then with his lips. His hands pressed between her shoulder blades, bringing her closer. She yelped with pleasure. Under other circumstances, he would have continued, but with her, he knew he'd let himself get carried away and he had to gain control. With great reluctance, he pulled his mouth away from her.

Gannon tilted his head, resting it against the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes, his hands planted on her hips. "We shouldn't do this."

But Kayla was undeterred. With his neck fully exposed, her tongue traced its length to his lips. She crawled up him, and the heat of her center rested on his stomach as her face hovered over his. The intensity in her eyes made him aware of each pulse of blood filling his erection. Her tongue gently outlined his lips.

He groaned. "It shouldn't be this way." Even as the words left his mouth, he kissed her. Light at first, then deeper, massaging her tongue with his. The feel of her lips, soft and plush against his, sent his mind into a frenzy. He pulled her closer, closing the already small space between them. Gannon's hands slid under her top, against her skin and up her waist.

She laughed into his mouth and pulled away long enough to slip her shirt over her head and toss it across the room. "What about now?" she asked, her chest heaving with each breath, her voice low and raspy. "Will you have me now?"

He nodded his consent, afraid his speech would get lost in the hammering of his chest. Kayla gripped his shoulders, biting on her bottom lip. His hands cupped her breasts, kneading and caressing. His mouth took turns suckling and nipping at each one.

Kayla grabbed a fistful of fabric from his shirt, wrenching him to her. "Kiss me."

Their mouths locked, and she clung to him as if he would pull away. He would never pull away. Not now.

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