The First Night by Sidda Lee Tate Page A

would extend her budget, it was worth it. Once.
    The first one listed, Arnie’s Lawn and Landscaping, agreed to come out for an estimate at noon the next day. Satisfied with taking at least one thing off her shoulders, she went to her bedroom, took off her jeans, and flopped on her bed for a quick nap. She set the alarm clock for six-thirty. One hour was enough time to gather some much needed energy for studying. She pulled the comforter over her shoulders, snuggled her head into the pillow, and within minutes she was out.
     
    The shirtless stranger stood at the foot of the bed, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands, or her tongue, on his ripped, lickable abs. “Take off your panties,” he said smoothly, confident as he unbuttoned his jeans.
    Confused by her desire for the dark-haired man, she did as she was told and slowly removed them. Her chest thumped with vigor as the black lace thong slid over her legs, and she noticed she was topless, her bare nipples standing at attention.
    He unzipped his pants, exposing his huge bulge, and smiled with a considerable amount of fiendishness that made Kayla’s thighs twitch. “Spread your legs, I want to see you,” he said.
    “I don’t know,” she replied shyly, though she wasn’t sure why. Everything inside her was screaming to let him take her.
    The man’s wicked grin remained as his jeans hit the carpet with a soft thud. His hands wrapped around her ankles as he bent down to kiss the top of her feet. Climbing on the bed to join her, he planted his soft lips on each of her knees, then every inch of her thighs, causing her sex to nearly drip with wetness.
    “Is this what you like?” he asked, reaching her center, his breath hot as his lips hovered centimeters from her sensitive folds. He met her gaze with his dark eyes. Eyes she’d seen somewhere before.
    Breathing heavily, she nodded. Grabbing his hair, she guided his lips to her nipples, arching her back and gasping as he slid a finger inside her. He inserted another, twisting and rotating, curving them toward that special spot that would send her body into uncontrollable shudders. She spread her legs wider, making room for a third digit and allowing him to thrust them deeper. She whimpered as her hips moved in motion with his hand.
    Almost there.
    Can’t. Breathe.
     
    Kayla snapped her eyes open, looked at the clock, and quickly became pissed at herself for sleeping through the alarm. It was eight and she’d wasted valuable study time. She sat up and tossed her legs over the edge of the bed, wondering why she was out of breath. Remembering the dream, she smiled and ran a hand across her panties. Wet.
    She pushed the panties to the side and with her fingers, felt the slickness. Enjoying the touch, she slowly slipped two fingers inside, rotating them gently just as the man had in her dream, driving them deeper then back out, repeating until her pussy throbbed. It was an ache she was unable to take care of alone.
    She wished the shirtless stranger from her dream was real.
    She wished she had stayed in the dream long enough to feel his shaft thrusting inside her.
    She wished she didn’t have to depend on a dream to get some cock.
    Exasperated, Kayla flopped back against the mattress and stared at the ceiling. Was a date, one date, too much to ask for? Maybe she should put herself out there more. She did cut back on classes in order to have more of a social life. She considered Sharon’s invitation once more and decided to take her up on it.
    She dressed in her favorite pair of jeans, a loose black blouse, and her four-inch, strappy, silver pumps, then looked in the mirror one last time. She felt and looked sexy as hell and was pretty certain none of her coworkers would recognize her. The only way any of them had ever seen her was in…well, her work clothes, with no makeup and her long hair pulled back in a twist.
    She grabbed her keys and bag and headed out of the house.
     

Chapter 2
     
    Kayla pulled her car