Page 32 of Tempt

“Kyra,” my name is nothing more than a whisper.

I can feel him growing harder beneath me, my thin pajama pants doing nothing to hide his excitement.

The windows of the truck are starting to fog.

I notice Garrett glance toward the house, and I place my hand on his jaw, pulling his lips back to meet mine.

“Ky,” he whispers, leaning back, again looking toward the house.

“Baby, we can’t do this.”

“What? Yes, we can.” My words are hurried, and I don’t even care how desperate I sound.

“We can’t,” he adds again and suddenly I feel almost desperate to convince him otherwise.

“Why?”

“For one we are in the middle of the driveway with your neighbors and anyone else that drives by having a clear view of what’s happening.”

I look toward my neighbor’s house and remember just how nosy he’s been lately. The idea of his beady eyes watching us makes my stomach feel sour.

“And two, your Gran has looked out of the blinds a few times and now all I can think about is that if we have sex in the cab of my truck for the first time she’ll think I’m an ass. Not to mention she’ll know we are having sex.” His eyes widen, making me laugh.

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” I snicker, and he narrows his eyes at me. “But it'salso cute that you value Gran’s opinion so much.

He reaches up to cup my face. “I value you,” he confesses, “which is why I’m not gonna do this, here, now.”

I won’t lie and say that disappointment doesn’t flood me. But I also find it extremely sweet that he cares so much.

“Tomorrow night, the guys all want to meet up at Mercy.” He cups my ass and slides me further forward, my chest now pressing to his. “You free to join me?”

“It’s not a guys night only?”

Leaning in, Garrett kisses my lips. “The ladies’ll be there too.”

I nod, smiling with anticipation of spending time with him.

“Maybe you can pack an overnight bag, and stay over?” Excitement courses through me but I do my best to hide the giddiness I feel.

“A sleepover,” I pretended to ponder.

“Pretty sure we won’t be sleeping a whole lot, but hey call it what you want.” I bite my lip and hold back the laughter bubbling inside me when I find him grinning from ear to ear.

“I’d love to stay over at your place and not sleep.”

With my face in his hands he pulls me to him once more and for the next five minutes we work on really fogging up the windows. Tomorrow night cannot come soon enough.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

Garrett

“Where’s Kyra?”Gretchen asks, leaning onto the bar next to me.

The band is playing loud, people are hollering orders to the bartender over the music, and laughing as it all echoes around me. All I can focus on is the phone I hold in my hand. The unanswered text on my screen as the minutes tick by.

“Garrett?”