Long Time Coming (2 page)

L
eigh
faced Kurt. Desire and heat radiated from his tight jaw and hooded gaze. Male
focus wrapped its sexual fingers in and around her body. Thank you, God!
"I suggest it's time we find out what we missed out on back in the
day."

  He
slipped his hand to her wineglass and set it on the deck rail. "I'm glad
you're thinking the same way I am."

  She
leaned close, pressed her breasts to his chest and waited for his lips to take
hers. She heard the same low hum that he'd used on the phone. It rolled and
rumbled and churned her insides. She was about to be taken and taken well.

  At
sixteen, he'd been gangly and good-looking with an intensity about life that
had sent her girlish heart into spins. “You’ve filled out.”

  One
side of his mouth kicked up at her appreciation.

  Broad
shoulders tapered to a thick, muscular waist. His forearms would give her
dreams for years. While she took inventory of his body, he studied her face.
Her girlhood attraction blossomed into full adult lust.

  She
placed her palms on his chest to cop a feel of solid masculine muscle. Heat.
Strength. Desire.

  “Are
we doing this or will we pretend we’re not allowed to tear each other's clothes
off?" she asked on a whisper of sound.

  "This
brother sister thing's already old." His low sexy rumble sent warm shivers
down her belly.

  She
raised her face but he cupped her cheeks and forestalled her kiss. "I want
to take this slow. I've waited too long to hurry."

  She
nodded. Now that she was here, like this, with him, she had all the time in the
world. “This has been a long time coming.” She sighed against his mouth,
thrilled by the deep desire in his voice. He'd been all too eager to see the
last of her when she'd left town and she’d been too hurt to look back.

  Until
now.

  He
moved his hands down her neck, along her shoulders and then slowly down her
ribs to her full hips. His eyes darkened with need and lust roared to life.

  His
lust.

  Hers.

  Yes.

  He
clasped her hips and kneaded flesh. “God, you’re all woman. So soft. Lush. Made
for–“

  ”Fucking?
It’s all right. I’ve heard it before.” Her mother had passed along genes that
gave her a woman’s body too soon.

  “No.
Not for fucking. For loving. You were a kid, until one day, you walked toward
me with the sun at your back. You wore a yellow sun dress. On the outside it
was baggy and shapeless, but outlined under the dress were curves I'd never
seen before. I was so turned on I scared the crap out of myself."

  Even
now, he looked appalled at his teenaged reaction.

  He
pulled back to search her face. "You were an open book. Unmarked, unfettered
and free. I could have touched you anywhere, anytime. You were so young you
didn't understand the invitation you gave me. You scared me to death."

  “That’s
why you scared off every boy in town.”

  At
his nod, she said, "Here's a fresh invitation, Kurt. Let's go to
bed." Her low belly went heavy. Needful.

  Drawing
her face to his, he settled them into their first kiss.

  A
brush of lips, a taste, a breath while her belly swooped and her heart thudded
a tattoo. She shuddered against his mouth until he pressed harder.

  His
tongue sparked an inferno as he slid into her mouth. Firm lips, deep tongue, a
hard wall of hard man, Kurt was more than she’d imagined. Her nipples beaded as
need gather low and warm. She bloomed and softened between her legs. Moistness
prepared her for him.

  The
first kiss ended when he lifted his head.

  The
next began as she pressed for more with a soft moan that said – finally!
“I’ve wanted this forever. You could have had me, been with me, I was so
completely yours,” she murmured between kisses.

  “Too
young, too ready. Too much.” He bent and picked her up in his arms. “If I’d
touched you then, we’d have been lost. I couldn’t have stopped, you’d have been
pregnant. Our lives would have been a repeat.”

  She
slid her lips to his heated neck. He was right. They’d have been swamped by
this need, overcome with youth and lust and foolish desire. His restraint had
been their salvation. “Thank you, Kurt. Thank you for being a man when you were
just a boy.”

  He
paused at the foot of the staircase. “Ready?”

  “You
can’t meant to carry me?” She squirmed, delighted to let him show off, if only
for a moment.

  He
wasn't out of breath, his arms were still tight around her. He was indeed,
capable of carrying her to his room. He kissed her again to prove he had energy
to spare.

  She
settled into the novel experience. At her height, no one had ever tried to
carry her anywhere. Caring, generous and incurably macho. Where was the Kurt
she used to know?

  When
he reached his room, he nibbled at the tender flesh of her lower lip as he
released her to slide down the length of his body.

  His
hands roved across her back, streaking heat along every nerve ending they
swept. She pressed tightly against him. The scent of fresh air rose from his
hair and shirt. Taking deep drafts of his scent, she rolled her head to let him
nuzzle at the spot behind her ear. His breath tickled, the rasp of his bristles
sensuously rough against her collarbone.

  She
reached for the top button of her blouse.

  "No,"
he whispered, "let me. I'll strip you bare and then . .  ." he kissed
her once more on the lips, ". . . I'll do this all over you."

  She
shuddered as he trailed his hands from her shoulders to her fingertips so he
could take over undressing her.  "Don't move. Don't speak," he demanded.

  Nodding,
she melted inside with a frustrated desire to reach for him.

  He
undid the first smooth, round button on her blouse with trembling fingers. He
kissed the skin beneath. The second button fell open of its own accord and she
shuddered in anticipation when he smiled slightly. Her nipples puckered as his
tongue tentatively touched her again. The other buttons followed slowly, the
skin under each one given his unique brand of reverence. She thought she would
scream before he was through.

  "Don't
move," he said. "Don't speak."

  She
dragged in a deep breath and kept her hands at her sides. Silently she begged
him to release her from this thrall but the chain of her promise kept her
silent.

  Pushing
her sleeves down her arms he bit lightly at her shoulders. She tried to nip his
ear without success. He was killing her. She squirmed with impatience.

  "No
moving." His guttural demand went urgent.

  Through
the thin lace of her bra, he caressed each nipple with his lips and tongue
until they strained against the cups. A short sound of frustration tore from
her throat as his lips left her.

  He
undid her bra and dropped it at her feet.

  She
shifted, as the heavy weight of desire settled deep and low. She'd get him for
this. She stiffened against him and glared into his eyes with a demand to
hurry. Hurry!

  Kurt
grinned. "You'll make me pay, right?"

  She
dipped her eyelids closed. Yes.

  He
knelt before her and blew hot puffs of air across her ribs and stomach. Her
knees started to quake until he grasped them. He nuzzled her through the heavy
denim of her jeans. The sound she made this time was louder, more desperate.

  She
was about to fall. Couldn't he see that?

  "Don't
move," he begged.

  By
the time he undid her zipper she flowered for him, open, and wet.

  He
slid his large palms down her thighs, moving from back to front as he removed
her jeans. When she stepped clear of them, she shifted closer. He drew in her
scent and held it. "Mm, you smell delicious."

  He
nuzzled at her soft curls.

  She
arched into him and ached.

  She
threaded her fingers through his hair to hide the shift to widen her stance.
Exquisite fire rushed and roared at the first touch of his finger as it trailed
across her mons.

  He
found her clitoris and drew a circle around the bud. She crooned and shook with
the fiery relief. Relief soon eclipsed by more need as he blew hot breath
across her exposed nerve endings.

  "Don't
move." He sounded ragged.

  She
stood still, panting to gain some control as he tugged her panties to her
ankles then off her feet. He kissed her lips once, hard, then returned to his
knees to place one gentle kiss at the heart of her.

  She
sagged against his broad shoulders, mind reeling from the luxury of touching
him.

  "Don't
move." His voice went hoarse.

  "Aahhh,"
she sobbed raggedly, breath catching. "I'll get you for this."

  "I
hope so."

  She
glanced down and found him looking up at her. His gaze was so heated, it
scorched. She gave a soft sigh and waited.

  He
found her again, open and ready. Shock waves of intense arousal ricocheted
through her lower abdomen and she collapsed onto the bed. Leigh closed her eyes
against the frustration burning through to her fingertips. The soft rustle of
clothing falling away filled the room.

  She
opened her eyes. He stood, broad at the shoulders, thick at the waist, and from
a thatch of dark hair his cock rose like a stanchion, thick, wide and ready. As
much as she'd suffered the ache of unfulfilled need, so had he.

  The
look of full dangerous arousal on Kurt's face thrilled her as she skittered
backward up the bed. When her head reached the pillow, she smiled, opened her
legs and let him see the effect he’d had on her.

  "Do
that again."

L
eigh
closed her legs, opened them. The light caught Kurt's hard gaze. "Again,"
he demanded.

  She
teased him with more as he prowled up to her pussy from her ankles, leaving
soft wet kisses in his wake. By the time he'd settled at her apex, she was
thrashing. The man was slow. And deliberate. And frustrating, but immovable.

  He
feathered her clitoris with his tongue, then pressed and retreated several
times, bringing her closer and closer to implosion. The hard press of his penis
on her calf promised the moon if only he'd go faster.

  "Haven't
we waited long enough?" she gasped between rolling waves of sensation.
"Fuck me, Kurt! Now."

  He
chuckled.

  "This
is not amusing. It's torture."

  "Teasing."

  She
lifted his head, saw his lips glistening with her juice. "This is over. Do
me now."

  He
lifted an eyebrow then nodded. The press into her came swift and hard and she
whooped with victory as her lips spread to take him. The fullness, the ripeness
of his urgency, his weight on her felt too right. Perfect. Exquisite.

  "Rock
me," he urged, as he thrust deep.

  Too
late, she was shattering already, overcome by the sudden rush of freedom to
touch, to feel, to love him.

  When
she floated back to here, he still held her. Small diamonds of perspiration
shone on his brow as he clenched his jaw to maintain control. "Rock me,
Leigh. I need you."

  She
rocked. Thrust and hold, thrust and hold, the rhythm meant to take him to
release. He growled into her ear. She smiled into his.

  Tension
built as again and again she took him deep, holding him until he lifted her
hips to surge into her.

  "Kurt!"
she cried as he slid into her, urgent, orgasmic. He strained against her hips,
driving her body along the sheets. His heart pounded against her chest, his
arms taut, his buttocks hollowed with each thrust. And then, she was swept
high, high on her own spearing release.

  They
held each other so tight, Leigh couldn't tell if the trembles she felt were
hers or Kurt's.

  In
the bright morning light, she found the coffee maker had been preset and
fresh-brewed coffee awaited her. She filled two mugs and returned to bed. Kurt
sat up, and scrubbed his chest hair, looking more like a bear than ever. His
dark blond hair tufted all over his head.

  She'd
speared her fingers through the strands as she'd held his head between her
thighs. She went juicy at the memory. "Good morning. Are you Happy Bear or
Grumpy Bear this early?"

  She
stood by the door uncertain if she should stay or go.

  “You
look frightened, Goldilocks. Come here, I promise I won’t hurt you." He
patted the mattress and relief eased her into stepping forward to offer him
coffee.

  She
settled in beside him, let the warmth of his body heat her. "And for the
record, you're not a hairy beast."

  He
stopped mid-sip and looked at her with humor. "Good to know."

  "Actually,
you're perfect." In too many ways.

  His
lips pursed as he held back a grin. "So are you." A sly hand slid up
the inside of her thigh. "As much as I want to recharge and continue what
we started last night, we need to get to Marion's."

  "Agreed."

T
hey
showered, ate a quick breakfast and as they pulled into the familiar driveway,
the weight of nostalgia settled in Leigh's chest. Kurt tugged her hand into his
lap and gave it a squeeze. She blinked back moisture and gave him a breezy
smile.

   "I’ve
got an appointment with the realtor today," he said. "We could walk
through the place with him while you make a list of things to sell.”

  "It'll
be easier for me than Marion." A home sorted through and catalogued,
pieces discarded. Her heart beat a tattoo as she looked at the lovely old home.
"I want my own family to grow up in one just like this." The veranda
beckoned, deep and cool in summer, protective in winter. The trees were large
with limbs strong enough for tire swings.

  "This
was a great place for children. I was too old when I came here to hang around
much, but all the little kids loved the yard and the big kitchen table."
He subsided as he, too, let nostalgia claim him.

  As
she walked through the place again, Leigh noted the flowered wallpaper in the
upper hallway was exactly as she remembered; faded yellow roses growing in
straight lines up the wall. The smell was different. She sniffed. Closed in at
the least, musty at the worst.

  “We’ll
have to put in some elbow grease to get the house ready,” she told Kurt when
they reached Marion’s room. He’d listened to decorating and staging ideas
without interruption. In fact, he'd been extremely quiet throughout the tour
with the realtor.

  She
threw back Marion’s heavy drapes and opened both windows that overlooked the
street. Seeing Kurt in deep conversation, she felt a stab of want so strong she
could have swooned with it.

  She
grabbed a scatter rug and shook it out the window. Kurt caught the motion and
laughed up at her. "We'll need to clean from top to bottom," she
called out to him.

  He
waved. “I’ll be right up to help.”

  She
shook the life out of the scatter rug, coughing with the dust. When she turned
into the room again, she found Kurt against the door frame, grinning at her.

  “I
tried six months ago to get her a maid service but she wouldn't hear of
it," he said in his rough sensual voice. An underlying burr of desire made
her moisten.

  "How
about some hot teenage bedroom sex?"

  "You
mean the way I wanted back then?"

  But
she'd already grabbed his hand to tug him down the hall to her old room. The
furniture was more scuffed, the paint and curtains updated by a decade, but
memories Kurt as a teenager were fresh and tart. "I thought of this when
the realtor opened the door to this room."

  "Me,
too." He grinned when she kicked off her shoes and shucked her jeans.
"Did you think of this back then?"

  "Eventually.
At first I wrote your name a million times in my journal, but by fifteen I'd
moved into hot steamy dreams." She lifted the coverlet on the narrow bed.
"Not a lot of room, but we'll manage."

  He
followed her down onto the mattress, each squeak of the bedframe a blatant
reminder that they were both bigger now. Bigger, more needful, more aware and
infinitely more in tune.

  She
giggled. "This is hot, but loud."

  "I'll
take your mind off loud, just let me slide down –" his bristled chin
started a firestorm between her legs– "yeah, that's right," his
tongue found her, "so delicious, like strawberry cream . . . "

  He
swept her up and off the bed, out of the room, into the heavens with his tongue
and fingers, while she let her teenaged fantasies play out behind her eyes.
Kurt, climbing into her window, Kurt, stealing kisses in the kitchen, Kurt,
taking her in dirty mysterious ways that thrilled her teenaged body into early
panting orgasm.

  "Some
day, will you climb in through the bedroom window?"

  He
looked up her body, mouth still working her. His eyes crinkled at the corners
as he grinned. He chuckled with his tongue on her clit.

  Electric.

  She
shuddered into her orgasm and swore that one day, she'd pull out her old
cheerleading costume and meet him under the bleachers.

An
hour later, sated and relaxed, Kurt leaned over Leigh in the tiny, squeaky bed.
She stretched out in languid satiation her curves fitted against him. He didn't
care that her feet were cold and tucked between his calves. He'd kept her feet
in the air for most of the time spent in this bed, so payback was only fair.
"Are you sure you want to leave?"

  "It's
a good promotion. But it would mean at least three years in Japan."

  He
studied her lovely, expressive face from her slight widow's peak to her
determined chin. Her eyes clouded at the mention of three years.

  She
shifted to slide under him while awareness rose along with his cock. It wasn't
their omnipresent attraction this time, but the knowledge that this would soon
be over.

  He
couldn't see anything beyond her leaving. And he didn't want to lose her again.
"What if I said I'd buy this house?"

  "What?
Why?"

  As
he spoke without thought, he filled in a new future. One with her in it.
"The market's hit an all time low and I'll pay more for the house than
anyone else. Marion will be better off, and we'll keep the house in the family,
so to speak."

  "It
might be nice to imagine you raising children here. You'll be a great
dad." Again her eyes clouded and he heard a soft hitch in her voice she
tried to cover with a smile.

  "I
said we, Leigh. To hell with Japan. Stay here. Let's give this a
shot." He pulled back to see her reaction.

  Her
eyes couldn't go any wider. Knockout eyes, killer smile, a glow that lit her
from the inside. He read her acceptance before her mouth could move.

  And
then he kissed her, deep, hard, gentle and coaxing. He kept his eyes shut tight
so she wouldn't see the wetness he felt. His hand found her wetness, stroked
those velvet petals until they blossomed.

  "Kurt,"
she breathed in between kisses, "you know how to rock a girl's
world."

  He
pressed his fingers into her holding her deep, weeping channel. "Answer
me, Leigh. I'll even climb in your window." Every week, if he had to. He
rubbed her until she caught her breath.

  "Three
years is a long time to be gone."

  He
nuzzled her ear. "And this has been a long time coming for us. Try with
me, Leigh."

  After
her initial surprise, she leaned into him, angling her head for better contact.
She reached around his back and held on, smoothing her hands across the
muscles, heating him through.

  Her
scent rose, warm and flush and he laughed with the headiness. "Let me take
you home, little girl," he murmured.

Home. Home is where the heart is. And her heart
had always been here. But with Kurt making it clear he didn't want her she'd
forced herself to look for a future elsewhere.

  "You're
serious? You want me to stay?"

––––––––

  "W
e’ll
make a home together, a life in the house where it all started. I've never been
more serious."

  She
shook her head no. His eyes turned dark at the negative shake. Thunder gathered
in his expression, until she realized he’d misinterpreted. "I'm shaking my
head because I can't believe it. You sent me away. I only left because I
couldn't bear to be here without you."

  "No
Japan?"

  "No
Japan."

  With
that, he laughed from the bottom of his barrel chest and lifted her into his
arms for a deep bear hug and whispered the words she’d longed to hear. “I love
you. I have for years.”

  Her
heart kicked back into even pumps. “Even when I was twelve?”

  “Especially
then. You were honest, and funny and smart. The way you felt about me was
written all over your face, all the time. But I was old enough to know the time
wasn’t right for us.”

  “So,
you waited?”

  “And
waited, and waited. Then, when I heard about your promotion, I couldn’t wait
any longer. I may have exaggerated Marion's reaction to the move, but I had to
take drastic measures.”

  "But
you said she cried."

  "She
did. But I'm not sure she went to her sister's for any reason other than to
give us time alone."

  "Her
sister was always fit and healthy so I wondered that, too."

  "But
just in case this move is difficult for her, I plan to have her old home movies
transferred to DVD. We'll watch them together."

  "Oh,
Kurt. That's very sweet." She slid her hand to his ready cock. He
shuddered with the contact. She squeezed the length until he groaned with need.
"You made me wait a long time. You deserve to be punished." She
squeezed him again and slid her hand up and down his stiff rod.

  He
kissed her deeply. “A long time . . . .” He pulled her under him, eager and
ready.

  She
opened her legs and felt the press of heated flesh between her moist lips and
sighed with contentment as he slid inside. “But worth the wait.”