First Comes Love (New Castle Book 1)

by Lydia Michaels

  She wanted the same, but they couldn’t. Not with Mia in the house. “This is so hard,” she whined. “Maybe I can get Jade to take Mia tomorrow night.”

  His shoulders sagged. “That’s not going to work for me. I have to stay out of town tomorrow night for a job. How about Saturday?”

  “Jade has a date.”

  “So Sunday when your mom takes Mia?”

  “I’ll go crazy by then.” She groaned. “What’ve you done to me?”

  “Me? How about you? I’m the one who needs to go home and shower.”

  She laughed.

  “I want you,” he whispered.

  Her forehead pressed to his chest as she sighed, the sexual tension an unresolved torture she’d have to tolerate for some time. “I want you too.”

  Tyson looked at her with dark, searing eyes as Mia detailed her aspirations to be a princess. According to her daughter, she was quite qualified. Kat glanced at the clock.

  Distracted, Mia wandered into the living room and Tyson’s fingers brushed hers. “How long until she’s asleep.”

  “Two hours.”

  He released a slow breath. “How about I come back then?”

  She nodded. Having him there and not being able to touch him was brutal.

  His lips briefly brushed her temple as he stood. “Two hours.”

  One hour and fifty-nine minutes later, Tyson returned bearing two Long Island iced teas. They sat on the front porch while Mia safely slept in her bed. Fireflies hovered low over the lawn like fallen stars as they talked.

  The simplest touch had her tensing with need. She never experienced this degree of wanting. She wanted to rub her cheek on him, sniff his neck, and press her body against his for the simple pleasure of it. She wanted him naked and on her in every sense of the word, wanted to feel him everywhere, pushing, pulling, taking, and not stopping until they were both sated.

  The hour passed at a slugs pace. Every few minutes she released a deep breath, needing to let out some of the building pressure. Maybe she should just invite him in. That wouldn’t work. Not only did she have to worry about Mia, her mother would be there bright and early the following morning.

  His thoughts seemed to be running over the same issues. “What time’s your mom come tomorrow?”

  “Nine.”

  He groaned, finished his drink in one long gulp. Her glass had been empty for a while. “I miss you,” he said, staring into her eyes and running the backs of his knuckles over her fingers.

  “I miss you too.”

  With a resigned smile, he stood and collected their glasses. “I’ll be here at nine oh one.”

  His mouth brushed hers, fueling the fire smoldering inside of her. She needed something more.

  His lips slanted over hers and she stood, lacing her arms around his neck. The heat from his body burned through the thin layer of clothing separating them. She gripped his shoulders and practically climbed up his front.

  He chuckled. “Easy, kitten. Tomorrow.”

  “I want you now,” she pouted.

  “I can stay.”

  She sighed. “No. We’re better off waiting.”

  “Mmm. It does make the heart go fonder.”

  “Fonder-shmonder. My panties are going to burst into flames.”

  He quirked a brow and shifted the glasses into one arm, his hand sliding to the damp crotch of her pants. “These panties?”

  Shutting her eyes she groaned.

  “You’re wet. I can feel it.”

  Lips parted, she glared at him. “I’ve never felt like this before. I’m turning into some sort of deviant.”

  His hand pulled away as he chuckled. “I’ll take care of you tomorrow, baby. I promise. Try to get some sleep.”

  She sighed. “Yeah right.”

  He smirked and turned. “Good night, kitten.”

  “I hate you,” she called as he crossed the yard.

  “Do not!” he called back.

  She pursed her lips. He was right of course.

  The following morning, as soon as Vivian left with Mia, Kat went inside to do the dishes from breakfast. As she rinsed the last cereal bowl Tyson knocked on the front door and let himself in. A bolt of anticipation knifed through her, sharp and heated.

  Creeping behind her at the sink, he slid his hands under her shirt and over her bra. Warm breath tickled her neck as he placed a teasing kiss at her nape. “Finally,” he whispered.

  Her nipples hardened as he gently pinched the pebbled tips, her body heating like a brushfire in a drought. Turning in his arms, their lips found each other’s in a rush as she wrapped her damp hands around his neck.

  Squeezing her ass, he lifted as her legs wrapped around his hips. A giggle of excitement raced through her as he moved them toward the bedroom. “This has been the longest damn week of my life.” He kicked the door closed and tossed her on the bed. “Clothes. Off. Now.”

  Stripping away her clothing with frantic pulls and tugs, she squirmed as his body fell over hers, his mouth chasing every exposed inch of flesh with starved intent. Her hands yanked away his shirt as he shucked his jeans. Tangled limbs twisted as laughter interrupted their frenzied kisses.

  “This is insane.” She rolled with him, arching as he stretched and licked up her side.

  “This is what you do to me.” The soft tear of foil sounded, her only warning before her thighs were nudged apart to accommodate his broad hips. She was so wet he slid in without resistance and cursed. “Fuck, kitten, you’re soaked.”

  Lifting her hips she met his thrusts as they quickly gave in to their rushed need. “I barely slept last night. This is all I’ve been able to think about.”

  Hips snapping forward, he drilled into her. “God, me too. It’s gonna be quick.”

  Quick was fine. She was desperate for relief. Her body stretched as the sense of fullness stretched her. Reflexively, her fingers dug into his muscled back as he buried her in the bedding with each hard thrust. Her body quaked as he shuttered and sweet relief came in a fast wave, dulling the edge of need so potent it was nearly frightening.

  Their bodies collapsed together, tension giving way to ecstasy. He rolled them to their sides, his heart thundering under her ear as her legs slipped from his and they panted. “Seeing you only one day a week is not nearly enough,” he gasped.

  “I have a half day on Thursday for Fourth of July. Maybe I could ask Mrs. Bradshaw to keep Mia until the normal time and I can come see your construction site.”

  His hand glided over her shoulder, softly petting and holding her close. “That’d be nice. I wanted to talk to you about The Fourth. I’m having a picnic. Nothing big, just family, but I wanted you and Mia to come. You can invite Jade too if you’d like.”

  Leaning up on an elbow, her trance was broken as she weighed the sincerity in his eyes. “You want me to meet your family?”

  “Of course I want you to meet my family. I told you, you’re my girl.”

  A tight smile teased her lips. “I never met a boyfriend’s family before.” Giddiness quickly transcended into concern. “What should I wear?”

  “A turban,” he joked.

  Gently shoving his face into the pillow with her palm, she laughed. “I’m serious. I want to make a good impression.”

  “Wear your normal clothes, Kat. It’s a picnic, nothing fancy.”

  “Should I make something? Oh my gosh, this is so exciting! Will there be music and little checkered tablecloths?”

  “If you want to bring something, you can, but you don’t have to.” His head twisted as he studied her. “Haven’t you ever been to a backyard barbecue before?”

  “My parents aren’t really the grilling type. When I was a kid, I went with Jade’s family to a pool party. Other than burgers and stuff, what do people normally eat at picnics? I want to make something really, really great.”

  “Huh, well, my sister will probably make fried chicken and my mom will probably bring baked macaroni and cheese. So whatever you feel like bringing
, go ahead, but babe, you don’t need to impress anyone. They’ll love you no matter what. Trust me. Don’t stress yourself out.”

  Finger tapping on her chin, she considered her cookbooks. “Maybe a dessert. Can we go to the library before we hit the market today? I want to go online and look up some recipes.”

  “Just use my phone.”

  “Where is it?” She really should save up for a smart phone since she couldn’t afford a computer.

  He kissed her and pulled her back down on his chest. “Later. I’m not done with you yet.”

  Sighing, she snuggled into his side. They had all day. Still, she was distracted. “I’m going to make something delicious.”

  His fingers slowly traced over her breasts as he let out a contented sigh. “I’m sure you are.”

  How had she never experienced something as basic as a backyard barbecue? He and Kat really did come from different backgrounds. Her excitement touched him. He’d throw barbecues every week if they made her this happy.

  Their age difference didn’t bother him anymore. On the contrary, it made him feel younger. He’d been so convinced thirty-six was the beginning of the end, but since meeting her he felt like his life had been given a fresh start.

  As they lay in a twisted knot of covers and limbs, he considered how happy he’d been this past week. Sure, it was agony, waiting to get his hands on her, but it was more than that. It was moments like this, simply resting beside her, knowing he had the freedom to hold and touch her, breathe her in.

  He couldn’t remember ever laughing so much with a woman. At the end of the day his face was sometimes sore from smiling. He liked catching glimpses of her in the morning and after work. Loved talking to her before he went to sleep each night.

  Running his fingers through her downy hair, he smiled. He could tell her mind was working overtime, considering what dish to prepare for the little get-together. She was such a contradiction, wild one minute and a conservative picture of domesticity the next. He liked that other people didn’t easily see that frisky side of her. He wasn’t sure where their relationship was heading, but he knew, without a doubt, he didn’t want to let her go. Speaking of which—he rolled her to her back. “Okay, that’s enough time spent thinking about desserts. I want mine.” She laughed and he kissed his way straight to ambrosia.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kat pulled into a gated sand lot where several cars and Adams Construction trucks were parked. In the distance, a cement truck poured the foundation for a new project Tyson contracted. She smiled as she saw his broad shoulders standing nearly half a foot above the rest of the men as he held out a blueprint.

  He shaded his eyes and smiled as she approached. Handing off the blueprint, he excused himself. A film of grain dusted against her dewy skin as a truck rolled by. Her heart pounded as he stepped within arms reach.

  Smiling, he bent to brush his lips over hers. “Hello, beautiful.” Her breath caught as he stepped away.

  The surrounding construction had her speaking in a low shout. “This is amazing. You’re building a house from scratch?”

  “Yeah,” he shouted back and took her hand. “Come on. Let’s go into my trailer where we can talk.”

  He walked her toward an aluminum trailer that reminded her of the mobile classrooms used during high school. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, he unlocked the door. The chilled air-conditioning blanketed her as she entered the space.

  The trailer was bigger than it appeared from the outside. Xerox machines, a large conference table lined with metal folding chairs, a coffee pot, and a desk in the corner were the basic furnishings.

  “This is nice,” she said as the door closed behind her, muting the sounds of the construction. She turned and bumped into his chest.

  His eyes dilated as he caught her shoulders. His mouth pressed to hers with an unmistakable sense of urgency. She moaned into his mouth, lips curving in a smile. Backing her toward the table, he corralled her through the tight space. The back of her legs touched the table as his hands went to the buttons of her blouse, quickly plucking them from their holes.

  “I waited all week for this,” he whispered, as his lips moved down her throat.

  “Ty, we’re in a trailer.”

  “We’re in my office,” he corrected. Unlatching the clasp of her bra, he lifted her rear onto the table and slid her skirt up her legs. “I love it when you wear skirts.”

  His mouth found her breasts. “I locked the door. No one will bother us,” he said, pulling the tight bud between his teeth.

  All apprehensions disappeared at the click of his belt buckle. His mouth was a welcomed distraction. His hips made a space between her knees as he dug in his pocket. Lifting his head, he tore the condom open between his teeth. She watched, mesmerized, as he slid it over his long cock. His slow gaze met hers. “Put me inside of you.”

  Shifting, she wedged her panties aside and gripped him, guiding her to her sex. He groaned with pleasure as he slid deep. Breath mingled as her body awakened under the familiar sense of his possession.

  Feet dangling from the edge of the table, he cupped her bottom as he settled himself deep in her sex. “Ease back. I got you.”

  Blouse undone, her back lowered to the cool table.

  “Raise your arms,” he instructed, tugging her blouse open so he could see her breasts. She obeyed and gasped, as he gathered her shirt and suddenly twisted the material at her wrists, cinching her hands together. “Don’t let go.”

  She lay before him, arms bound above her head, eyes glazed with lust, completely at his command. Withdrawing slowly, his cock rested at her opening as he leaned down and kissed each of her breasts. His hand slid under her right knee, slightly raising her leg, and he slammed back into her core. A sharp cry left her throat as pleasure knifed through her.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.” He thrust again, rocking the table. “So fucking hot, Kat. Here in my office, completely exposed. I wanna lose myself in you.”

  Arousal trickled from her sex at the erotic imagery, her being taken right there on a table others used for proper business purposes. Fifty plus construction workers continued about their day only a few feet away. It was completely reckless, yet she trusted she was safe with him. She was always safe with him.

  She trusted him with everything. With her body. With her heart. With Mia. In that moment her worries floated away as something inside of her broke free. She abandoned any remaining sense of modesty, too far gone to mourn its departure, and pressed into him. “More,” she whimpered.

  “More what? Tell me what you want, kitten.”

  “I want…” He ground his hips into her, filling her completely, yet she greedily wanted more. “Touch me.”

  “Where?” Leaning over her, one palm planted on the table beside her head, bracing his weight, he stared into her eyes. His thrusts slowed, taunting her, as he ground his cock deeper into her core.

  Her eyes widened as he brushed some hidden path of nerves. “There!”

  “Here?” The hand gripping her knee let go. She tightened her thighs on his hips. The table rocked as he pinched her nipple. She moaned in pleasure, but it still wasn’t what she wanted most.

  “Say it, Kat. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll still feel me inside your body when you go to sleep tonight.”

  He increased his pace and a stack of papers tumbled off the table, scattering across the floor. Her body coiled tighter, peaking, cresting the wave as an intense orgasm threatened to break inside of her. So close.

  “Say it,” he growled through clenched teeth. He was stalling his own release.

  Need overwhelmed modesty. “My clit! Touch my clit, Ty, please—”

  His fingers were on her before the last word left her mouth, rapidly rubbing and she immediately shattered as his body continued to pound into hers.

  Her channel tightened and he groaned. She cried out, arching, her fingers tightening into fists as each wave of pleasure p
ulsed through her veins. Her mind let go as ecstasy carried her away.

  There was no start or end. It went on and on. Crashing waves of sensation waned to whispered tremors. Different parts of her body suffered different spasms of pleasure. Her heart beat wildly, a fast thumping reverberating a slow throb all the way to her sex. . Her warm, tender body became a firefly lazing in the heat.

  “We aren’t done yet.”

  Her eyes shot open as he raised her legs, securing her ankles over his broad shoulders, his thumbs rooted firmly in the soft underside of her knees. Her ass lifted off the table as he thrust hard, holding her in a way that wrapped her body tight around his cock.

  Breath sawed out of his lungs as she cried out in pleasure. Faster and faster he pumped. His back arched as his release came with a guttural shout. With each pulse of his cock, the echo of her heartbeat filled her ears.

  His palms landed with a thump beside her head as he braced his weight over her chest and trembled. Intimacy slammed into her as his heavy lidded gaze found hers. How could so much emotion stem from such a raw moment of lust? Her feeling went beyond lust and she had to fight to keep the words locked inside.

  He opened his mouth as if to say something and seemed to think better of it, instead, kissing her tenderly. Gradually, he pulled back and she tried to find her bearing.

  Flushed and shaky, her hands trembled as she focused on fixing her bra and fastening the buttons of her wrinkled shirt. He gently brushed her hands away and fastened the last few buttons for her.

  “How long do you have until you need to get Mia?” he softly asked.

  She looked at her watch. “I should probably leave in about twenty minutes. Do you have a mirror? My hair’s a mess.”

  “Sorry,” he apologized and stepped closer. “Here let me see if I can fix it.” Fingers gently raked through her hair as he placed a couple strands behind her ear. “That looks good. You’re always beautiful.”

  “You’re biased.”

  “True.” He smirked and kissed her nose, helping her stand. “Come on, I’ll give you a tour of the site before I walk you to your car.”