Off Limits Neighbor

“Come on,” he says with a grin. “I promise I won’t bite, unless you ask.”

I can pretend all I want that I resisted, but in the end, there was never a snowball’s chance in hell that I was going to say no. “Okay. I’ll meet you there.”

4

Reynard

I run my hands through my hair as I head back to my house. The shower I’m about to take is going to be ice fucking cold. After a couple hours of watching Klara’s ass in leggings and feeling her up against me when I kept her from falling through the floor? Jesus, I’m done for.

My clothes are coming off as I climb the stairs. I need to move fast so that I’m ready when she gets here. And if I’m going to have any chance of keeping my hands to myself, I need some relief.

It doesn’t matter that I already got myself off to thoughts of her ass last night. And this morning. The need feels absolutely insatiable. I’m hard before I even step into the shower. Hell, I’ve been half-hard all day and desperately trying to keep it from showing.

If Klara is here and she wants more, I’ll have no problem with that. But I’ll never assume, even if I’m begging the universe for it.

My hand moves with intention, seeking pleasure. Remembering when I stumbled over her yesterday, felt her body against mine. I fantasize about how the rest of her would feel.

I stroke and twist under my shaft, increasing the pressure until it’s exactly the way I like it. After that, it’s only minutes until pleasure sweeps down my spine and flows down the drain. My groan echoes off the shower walls.

What I wouldn’t give to have her in here with me. My imagination has no end to ideas of what we could do in here together.

I rinse myself off and wrap my towel before I fall into the trap of thinking about Klara on her knees in the shower. I’d end up with my hands around my cock again, and I don’t have time for that.

This Klara is a very different Klara from the one that I remember, but I have no idea how long she takes to get ready. I’ll probably have time, but I want to be sure. Getting dressed, I do a sweep of the house to make sure that everything is clean before I grab a beer and crack it open. I don’t know what she likes to drink, but I’ve got a decently stocked bar.

Energy is prickling under my skin and I feel like I could run a marathon right now. I want her to be here, and I can’t sit still, pacing back and forth in the living room. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. Hell, I haven’t felt this way ever. There’s something electric about Klara that I can’t let go of. And maybe getting her away from that hell of a project will let me get to know her better.

Now I’m wishing that I really got to know her when we were younger, and we had the chance.

It’s not long before I see her heading down the sidewalk toward me, and if I were smart, I would play it cool and wait for her to ring the doorbell.

I’ve never been cool.

Opening the door, I lean against the doorframe while she approaches, and it gives me the chance to just look at her. She’s wearing another skirt, but this time it’s a dress. Flowing and breezy, the fabric skimming her body and falling away as she walks. Those little peeks of her body make it very hard for me to keep my eyes on her face. But not that hard, because Klara is so fucking beautiful, I feel like I can’t breathe.

And with damp hair curling around her shoulders and the dress, she looks so much more at ease.

Stopping in front of me, she smiles. “Hi.”

“Hey.” I step aside and gesture into the house.

I’ve lived here for years and it’s been my passion project. But now I’m looking at it the way that Klara must be—with fresh eyes. Suddenly, I’m nervous.

But her eyes go wide as she looks around the house. It’s a lot bigger than the ones in the cul-de-sac she’s repairing, in a nicer neighborhood. It sounds crazy that they would be so close together. You’d think the two areas were suburbs of two different cities, but that’s Affliction Creek. It’s just the way it is.

The interior of this house is wood. A lot of wood. Carved pieces mixed with white walls and warm accents. Hardwood floors that I take time to make sure are always shining.

“This is…beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

She laughs softly. “Honestly, I didn’t realize that they made houses like this in Affliction Creek.”

“They don’t,” I say, shutting the door. “At least, not typically. There’s almost nothing left of the house I bought except for the bones.”