Over the Fence (29 page)

I sat up and sighed, spotting my boxers on the floor and grabbing them, trying to ignore my erection. She was still so shy, and yet I couldn’t resist teasing her. I loved seeing her emotions play out in her expressive eyes and watching her react to my ludicrous behavior. I shook my head as I went to find my sweats and T-shirt I had left in the guestroom, pulling them on and finding a pair of socks in the laundry room. I needed to remember how new this was to her, despite her moments of bravado. When I came to the front door, Kourtney was lacing up her running shoes and I kneeled beside her to put mine on.

“You have little feet, Chefgirl,” I commented, holding my foot along hers. “I noticed your socks were midget-sized yesterday.”

She frowned up at me. “They’re a normal size, Nathan. Not all of us have huge clown feet, you know.”

“Well, you know what they say about big feet . . .” I teased and bent over to nip her ear. “And I think you saw proof of that statement last night—and this morning.”

She scrambled to her feet, staring down at me, her cheeks ablaze in color. Then she giggled and grinned impishly. “That is true,” she mused, as she grabbed her keys and opened the door. I followed her out and watched as she locked up.

Her face broke out into a mischievous smirk as she turned to me. “I can vouch for the fact, you know, and what they say is right.” She paused and allowed her eyes to drift over me. I felt my cock twitch at her leering appraisal. “You do have a very large . . .
pair of socks
. I noticed when I did the laundry. Impressive, Nathan.” With a lewd wink she took off running, leaving me behind her, laughing.

And completely horny.

It wasn’t a run. As far as I was concerned, it was nothing but a long, torturous session of foreplay. Watching Kourtney in front of me, her hips sashaying back and forth while she ran didn’t help with my erection. All I could think about was how her smooth flesh had felt under my hands as I held her tight while thrusting into her warmth last night. When she twisted her head to glance at me, all I wanted to do was pull her into the closest clump of trees, thread my fingers through her wild tresses and kiss her until she begged me to stop. Or let me fuck her. Either way I’d be a happy man. When she turned around, jogging backward, to ask me if I was okay when I stumbled, due to my mind being somewhere other than on my feet, I saw her full breasts ripple under her T-shirt, which only caused me to trip again as I grunted out a brief response. The sound of her panting, as she pushed us both harder, sent me back into the dark of the night when I had been buried deep inside her and her breathless moans were all I could hear.

I grabbed her arm long before the point I knew she used as her mid-marker for her runs and steered her back toward the house. Running with a hard-on was starting to be agonizing, and downright dangerous. If I didn’t have her alone soon, the neighbors were going to get one hell of a show. She frowned in confusion, but something about the intense look on my face made her decide to stay quiet and she kept running, not slowing down until we approached the house. She proceeded to do some stretching, causing my cock not only to harden to the point of being painful, but solidify the fact she was, indeed, trying to kill me.

“I need a shower,” she announced while digging in her pocket for the house keys.

I stared at the back of her head, my eyes narrowed. I forgot about taking it slow with her. I needed her—
now
. My hand closed over hers as she put the key in the lock. I yanked her back to me, my aching erection ground into her back as I lowered my mouth to her ear.

“I don’t think so, Chefgirl.” I growled. “After the little show you put on? I’m gonna give you ten seconds, and I’m coming after you. Wherever I find you, is where I’m gonna take you. You understand?”

“I didn’t do anything,” she squeaked in protest.

“You’ve been teasing me since you woke up.” I nipped at her ear. “Talking about my large socks . . . eyeballing me.” I grabbed her hips, holding her close as I rubbed up against her. “Making sure I got an eye-load of this sweet ass in front of me the whole time you were running. Never mind your little backward trick.” I cupped her breasts, stroking their fullness over her shirt, the nipples hardening under my touch. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice these?” I squeezed them, and her breath caught in her throat.

“I was only running,” she objected feebly, but I felt her shiver.

I turned the handle and opened the door, then coaxed her forward.

“Ten seconds. You have ten seconds.”

The door slammed behind her and I heard the lock turn. I snickered since the key was still in the lock so it wasn’t going to stop me. I opened the door and stepped inside, the cool air welcome to my overheated skin from the run. But nothing was going to cool the desire I had burning inside of me until I was buried deep within Kourtney. I stood, listening, but could hear nothing. “Nice try,” I called out. “You may have bought yourself another few seconds, but that’s all! I’m still coming after you.”

Only silence met my ears and I grinned. She was hiding, but she couldn’t have gotten far. I sauntered into the kitchen and filled a glass of cold water, gulping it down as my eyes swept the room. I peered into the living room but realized there was nowhere there for her to hide from me. While I was filling the glass again, my eyes fell on the closed laundry room door, which I knew had been open earlier when I had grabbed my socks. I drank down the water, eyeing the door, then refilled the glass. Walking over, I eased the door open, scanning the seemingly empty room in the dimness. But, I could hear her—muffled little gasps were coming from behind the door where her small chest freezer was located, and I knew, without a doubt, she was huddled on the top. I stepped farther into the room, flicked on the light and hooked the door with my foot, slamming it shut. I turned to face Kourtney, who was pushed into the corner as far as she could get, her hands covering her mouth as she stared at me, her eyes wide.

I handed her the full glass of cold water. “You need to drink this.”

She hesitated, then reached out with a shaking hand to take the glass. Her shoulders relaxed a little, thinking I had only been teasing her. I waited until she had begun to sip the water before leaning forward, dropping my voice again. “You need to be hydrated for what is gonna happen here.” I tapped the top of the freezer. “Right . . .
here
.”

She froze with the glass partway to her lips. I reached over and tilted the glass to her lips. “Drink, Kourtney. Drink it all.” I leaned closer. “You’ll need it.”

I watched the liquid disappear, my eyes never leaving her face. I licked my lips in anticipation, smirking when I saw her hand tremble again.

“I need a shower,” she whispered, glancing down at her drenched T-shirt.

I moved closer. “No. I want you like this.” I nuzzled her neck, my tongue swirling on her damp skin, tasting the salty flavor. “Hot, sweaty . . .
wet
.”

She whimpered.

“You done?” I asked, indicating the empty glass she had clutched in her hand.

“I’m still thirsty?”

I shook my head. “It’ll have to wait now, Kourtney. I’ve been thirsty for much longer.”

“For what?”

I leaned forward, wrapping my hands around her thighs, and pulling her forward to the edge of the freezer. “You.”

She gasped.

I moved closer. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked. I didn’t want her afraid. I never wanted to do anything to frighten her.

“No,” she breathed.

“Good. Now . . . where was I?”

I grabbed her knees, spreading her legs wide and jerked her flush to me. Her gaze flew up to mine as she felt my cock; hard and ready. “I didn’t do anything,” she said.

“This is how you affect me.” I cupped the back of her head, burying my fingers into her thick hair, covering her mouth with mine and kissing her, my tongue stroking and exploring her mouth. I wrapped an arm secure around her, lifting her a little, then yanked her shorts off and down her legs so fast, she had no time to protest. I grinned against her damp neck. “I’m another kind of ninja. Except I do it the right way; I
take off
the clothes.” My hand stroked her hip, finding bare flesh and I stilled, pulling back. I arched an eyebrow at her knowingly. “Commando today, my lovely Chefgirl? How . . .
fortunate
. . . for me.”

Her cheeks flushed. I reached down to grab her T-shirt. I wanted her naked. Her hand gripped mine, her head shaking wildly. “I want it on,” she said timidly.

“I want it off.”

“Turn the light off, please,” she pleaded.

“I want to see you,” I insisted.

Her face paled as pure panic flooded her features, her eyes filling with tears. “No, Nathan, please . . .” Her voice trembled.

I stilled at the fear I heard coming from her tone. I cupped her face gently, tilting it up to look at me. “Hey. Stay with me, Chefgirl. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I need my shirt . . . please.”

I looked at her, confused.

“
Please.
”

“You can have your shirt, but I want the lights on,” I compromised, remembering my promise to myself to allow for her shyness. I could work with that. “I want to watch you come,” I added, my voice husky with desire.

“Okay,” she breathed.

I captured her mouth again, needing her to just feel, to forget everything but my touch and what it did to her. I held her tight and was soon rewarded when her legs wrapped around my hips. Her hands restlessly gripped my shoulders and arms, then slid into my hair, holding me close. I kissed her until I felt her complete surrender to me—her body soft and trusting in my arms, her entire being lost in the moment. Using one hand, I yanked my sweats down, and my erection sprang free. I groaned when I felt Kourtney’s hand wrap around me, stroking and pumping, and I bucked up into her touch. I covered her hand and dragged my cock through her heat, coating myself in her wetness. We both groaned at the sensation.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Chefgirl.” I murmured against her ear.

Smiling at the strangled noise that came from her throat, I surged forward, burying myself in her wet heat. Her muscles tightened around me, and I hissed in pleasure at the intensity of her embrace. “Hold tight, baby.”

I kept one arm wrapped around her waist, bracing the other on the wall behind her. I began thrusting in long, hard strokes; my raging desire staved off too long to even try and be gentle. Kourtney’s head fell back, small pants escaping her lips as I took her. The need to fill her, to claim her as mine was prevalent. Nothing else mattered, nothing but this moment, these sensations and the woman causing them. I buried my head into her shoulder as I continued to drive into her powerfully, her moans a sweet noise all around me.

Nothing had ever felt this good. No one ever made me feel the way she did. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted this woman. “Mine, Kourtney.” I groaned into her ear. “Tomorrow . . . every time you move . . . every time you sit . . . you’re going to remember who you belong to.” I shuddered at the intensity of the feelings coursing through me. “S
ay it
. . . tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours.” She whimpered.

I growled in agreement, bending her back and slipping into her even deeper, both of us moaning. The sounds of our sweat-soaked skin, echoed in the small room. Kourtney’s voice, chanting my name like a prayer, was like wild music to my ears. Our bodies flowed and melded in perfect harmony, and I knew I would never have enough of her.

I could feel my orgasm beginning; my balls tightening, my spine tingling as I fought to hold it off, wanting her with me.

“So . . . fucking . . . good,” I panted in her ear. “You feel so good, baby. Come for me, Kourtney. I want to hear you.”

Her hands tightened in my hair, as she succumbed to her pleasure; the sexiest sound I had ever heard filling the air before she cried out my name. I watched her fall apart, her body arched and taut, her beautiful eyes wide in wonder, cheeks flushed and damp. The sight alone was enough to push me over the edge. I let go of the wall and gripped her as I came; all the air left my body and I gasped out the one word that mattered.

“Kourtney.”

I held her, my face buried in the nape of her neck, as I dragged in oxygen and the scent of her skin. Tremors shook my body, the aftermath of my orgasm, and I struggled not to collapse on top of her. I knew I should ease my grip or let her go, but I couldn’t. I needed to hold her and feel her touch. Any space between us was too much right now. I shivered at the feeling of Kourtney’s gentle hands stroking my neck and her sweet voice in my ear whispering loving endearments. Slowly, I felt sanity returning and I moved away, our eyes locking. I searched her face for any sign of unhappiness, sighing in relief when I found none.

I cupped her cheek, my hand trembling now. “You okay, Kourtney? Was it too much?”

She turned her face to kiss my palm, her shy expression saying everything.

My legs gave out and I crumbled to the floor, wrapping my arms around Kourtney’s legs and resting my head in her lap, panting. “
Jesus
, baby. That was fucking . . . unbelievable. I swear you’re gonna kill me.”