Read Online That First Kiss by J. C. Valentine - Free Book Online

she put away her phone. As if. Then again…The memory of their kiss flashed in her mind and Piper flushed. When she looked up it was to find Tate glaring at her and she nearly laughed at the look on his face. He was furious. Hefting her loaded down tote higher on her shoulder, she pasted on a bright smile and headed inside. “Coffee?”
                  Kicking the door shut behind them, Tate stood frozen as he watched her unload. “What was all that about?”
                  “What was all what about?” Trying her best to sound innocent, Piper went into the dining room where she usually set up shop and went about spreading her things out on the table.
                  Tate followed. “Don’t play coy, it doesn’t suit you,” he snapped. He waited a beat, as if choosing his words carefully. “You were talking about me.”
                  “I was,” Piper said slowly, turning to face him.
                  “To whom?”
                  “My friend.” She raised her chin, daring him to get angry. She was preparing for battle. “She wanted to know if you were still as good-looking as you were at the club that night,” she volunteered, knowing he wouldn’t need any further clarification. Their little tryst remained a constant presence between them.
                  “I see.” He stepped forward and Piper noticed the storm brewing behind his ocean blue eyes. A nerve jumped in his jaw. “And what did you tell her?”
                  The dark, hungry look he pinned her with made her mouth go dry and her pussy run wet. “I told her…” He stepped closer, invading her space. “That, um…” Piper licked her dry lips and his eyes dropped to follow the movement. “You aren’t.” She watched as his shoulders stiffened and he backed away.
                  “I’m not,” he deadpanned, watching her for any indication that she was lying.
                  Drawing herself up, Piper prepared to tell the biggest whopper of her life. “Nope,” she said, popping the word. “Nothing like I remember.”
                  Actually, that was the truth. The Tate she remembered before she found out his name and that he was a total ass and the Tate she stood before now, was like night and day. The Tate from the club was a smooth, sensual creature that made her insides liquid with a simple touch. His kiss was so passionate, so tender that she still found herself replaying it whenever she was alone.
                  The Tate that stood before her now was a wretched man. He demanded and ridiculed and even though he was gorgeous to look at, the bottom line was, she couldn’t stand being around him.
                  He closed in on her, forcing her to tip her head back. “I could make you remember,” he growled. “I could bend you over this table right now and take you from behind. Would you like that?”
                  Piper’s heart thundered in her ears at his words and she felt herself wavering under the weight of his piercing eyes. The sound of his voice, rich and husky with desire, made her think of sex and the way his fingers felt thrusting inside of her. Her gaze dropped to his hands and just the sight of those long fingers made her ache all over.
                  “What do you say, Piper? Should I take you here, now?” He grinned devilishly, stepping into her, grazing her arm with his fingertips. “Yes, you want that don’t you, baby? You want to feel me moving inside you again. I bet you’re creaming your panties aren’t you? Should I check? Should I slip my fingers inside and see if you’re wet for me?” he purred, pressing his body against hers until the heat from his skin seared her.
                  She blinked, and then blinked again. Her body trembled with want, but she refused to allow herself to succumb to his sexual