That First Kiss (30 page)

             
The tiny moan Piper released shot straight between his legs, hardening his cock beneath her. “We can’t have that now, can we,” he said against her lips, pushing his hips up so she could feel his erection. “Feel what you do to me?”

             
“Yes,” she whispered, bringing her hands up to grip his hair and draw him closer. “Make love to me, Tate. Here. Now. I need you.”

             
“Right here?” he asked, smiling as he kissed her. “What if someone walks in and sees us? I’m not sure I like the idea of anyone else seeing my woman naked and wanton.”

             
“Then we should lock the door,” she suggested. She moved to stand up and Tate dug his fingers into her hips, preventing her from going anywhere. She wore a bright, knowing smile as she dropped back into his lap and ground her moist center against him.

             
Tate grunted. This woman was going to be the death of him. “Where would be the fun in that?”

             
“You’re a dangerous man, Tate Larson.” She nuzzled his neck, swiping her moist little tongue across his carotid and nipping at his jaw as she made her way back up to his mouth. “Dangerous, and dirty, and sexy, and all mine.”

             
Tate growled possessively. “You got that right, baby.” Hooking the straps of her dress with his thumbs, he tugged them down her arms until her breasts spilled out. Even now, so early on in her pregnancy, they were fuller and rounder. His mouth watered and he leaned forward to have a taste.

             
Piper’s head dropped back on her shoulders. “Oh, Tate, that feels so good.”

             
Tate licked the swells of each breast, nuzzling the lacy bra until he exposed one ripe nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Between her legs, Tate sought out her panties, finding them soaked through with her arousal, and pushed them aside. His fingers slipped past her delicate folds with ease, and Piper bucked against his hand, seeking release.

             
Tate teased her flesh, massaging her breasts with is mouth while his fingers delved in and out of her slick heat, until every muscle in her body shook. Until he knew she had reached the breaking point.

             
She whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of her body. “Tate,” she breathed, her words a plea for him to return.

             
“Shh, I got you, baby.” Tate unzipped his fly and pushed his pants as far down as they would go without him moving her. Grabbing his cock in his hand, he pumped his fist up and down a couple of times until a small bead of pre-cum pooled at the tip.

             
“I want you inside me,” Piper said, licking her lips as she stared down at the swollen head. “Now, Tate. Put it in me.”

             
She held her panties to the side and lifted her hips. Tate cursed as she lowered herself down on him. All that heat, all her swollen flesh enveloped him, and it was his undoing. “Fuck, Piper, harder,” he groaned, closing his eyes and focusing on the incredible feeling of being buried deep inside her. Piper rode him, gripping the arms of the chair to give her more leverage. Within minutes, Tate felt her muscles clutch his cock, the spasms of her inner walls setting off his own release.

             
He came so hard, his toes curled and light exploded behind his closed lids.

             
Piper dropped her head to his shoulder, breathing heavily. Tate was completely drained, his brain foggy as sleep beckoned him, but somehow he managed to lift his arms. He held her for a long time, tracing his fingers down her spine, tasting her skin and listening as his heart slowly returned to normal.

             
His flaccid cock slipped free of her warmth and they shared a chuckle. “I guess that means it’s time to get dressed,” Piper said, easing off of his lap.

             
“I suppose it does,” Tate agreed regretfully as he shoved himself back inside his pants. Standing, he helped her back into her dress, the process taking twice as long because they kept stopping to kiss and touch one another.

             
When he pulled away, he ran his hands down her arms, twining their fingers together. “I love you, Piper,” he said, setting her off again. Lifting his hand to her face, Tate used his thumb to smooth away a lone tear.

             
Piper nuzzled his palm. “I love you, too, Tate. So much.”

             
“Since the beginning,” he told her, and she knew exactly what he meant.

             
Piper nodded, her smile warm, her eyes and heart full of memories. “Since that first kiss,” she murmured.

             
It had taken far too long for them to reach this point, and the road there had been long and arduous, but as Tate stood there, staring into the eyes of the woman he loved, the mother of his child, he realized that every doubt, every heartbreak, had been worth it.

He might not have had a say
in who he fell in love with, but in this one thing, he and his heart were in total agreement. He was in love with the woman who stood before him, and that was never going to change.

With her, he was finally home.

The End.

Acknowledgements

              When I first started writing the Night Calls series, I knew right away that this wasn’t something I would ever let my mother read! That will never change. I love you, Mom, but I think giving you one heart attack is enough to last a lifetime. To be fair, though, I did warn you.

             
Thank you to ALL the bloggers and betas that have helped me along the way. Your support means the world to me. Without you authors like me wouldn’t be where we are today.

             
For my husband who always has my back. Thank you for your continued support and enthusiasm, for your willingness to test out those racier scenes (I know, it’s a sacrifice), and for not being afraid to tell me when my writing is total crap. Your courage in the face of this Irish girl’s temper is much appreciated. I wouldn’t have the courage to finish a single word without you by my side.

             
A HUGE thank you my editor, L., for being such a smarty-pants. You make everything shine!

             
For my family, who lives out of a laundry basket more often than not, and who probably knows the back of my head better than my face during the times when the writing bug holds me captive. Thank you for your understanding and support. I promise to cook you warm meals and provide you with wrinkle-free clothing and watch that scary movie with you, again, even though we’ve already watched it several times. Until I start writing the next book, anyway.

             
I love you all!

About the Author

Writer. Mother. Wife. Hardcore rocker. Romantic.

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JC is the author of erotic fiction.

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