“Tell it to me, then,” he demanded, turning toward her and taking several steps in her direction. She backed away from him, her grin widening.
She was a witch, he swore.
“You’re going to have to make me tell you. But you’ll have to catch me first,” she said quietly.
Then she was running toward the woods, long legs pumping, her gorgeous ass daring him with every lunge.
“Son of a—”
He tore after her.
* * *
At first, Sherona suppressed giggles with effort as she ran into the shadowed forest. She hadn’t planned to say or do anything so outrageous when she went to meet Chance today. But after sitting there for a few minutes and recalling all their erotic interludes in the forest, including the first time they’d seen each other, her excitement at seeing him had mounted to unbearable levels. Seeing his much-longed-for face and long, lean body had sent her passion to unprecedented heights.
Her mirth faded after only a moment of being on the path, however.
She could hear him behind her, his rapid footfalls informing her he was closing in fast. Her heart felt as if it would burst straight out of her chest. Her breathing came ragged and harsh. She ran faster, trying to elude him and yet wildly excited to be caught at once.
“I’m playing with you, gorgeous, just like you’re playing with me. I’m going to catch you.”
She whimpered and put on another burst of speed. The evenness of his voice when he spoke both alarmed and thrilled her. She understood. He didn’t even sound winded. He was toying with her, knowing perfectly well he could capture her anytime he wanted.
His footfalls pounded closer now. She imagined she could feel the male heat resonating off him, although she knew that couldn’t be true. If he were that close, he could grab her . . .
. . . take her.
A shiver tore through her. Her scissoring thighs stimulated her sex, making her hot and aroused. She tried desperately to increase her speed, but it was difficult on the uneven forest path, her feet having trouble getting traction. Chance’s tread sounded much more steady and rapid than her own. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide in trepidation, and she tripped when she saw how close he was to her.
He immediately caught her, the abrupt halt of her movement rattling her brain. He spun her and jerked her back against him, his mouth covering hers.
It was a conqueror’s kiss, no doubt of it, forceful and ravenous. She whined when she registered his familiar taste. His hands moved over her body in a bold claim, cupping the sides of her breasts, squeezing her waist, molding her ass to his palms before he gave her a sharp spank.
“You’re caught now, aren’t you?” he breathed out as he ravished her throat with his hot mouth.
She twisted against him, wiggling, her softness against his hardness. He captured her wrists and pinned them behind her, leaning over her until she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. It thrilled her that he held her for his consumption so easily. She cried out in excitement when he bent his tawny head and nipped at her breast. Then he enclosed a tip in his mouth, laving at her nipple with a stiffened tongue through the cloth of her bra and shirt. Sherona’s mewl of pleasure was like a wild animal’s cry in the forest.
He lifted his head but continued to kiss and take tender bites of her breasts as he pushed her to the side of the path. The world suddenly spun, and Sherona found herself facing the trunk of a wide oak tree. Chance’s hands were at her waist, unfastening her shorts with deft haste. He pressed his groin against her ass, making his arousal flagrantly known to her.
“What am I going to do?” he asked, his gruff voice sending a thrill through her.
She bit her lower lip. “Fuck me?” she asked shakily.
“You’d better believe it,” he said, shoving her shorts down to her knees. Her underwear followed. “Put your hands on the trunk,” he ordered. He sounded angry, but Sherona knew he was really just tense with
arousal. She did as he said while he held her with one arm looped around her waist, making sure she didn’t elude him this time. She felt his breath coming in pants against the skin of her back and his hand moving around her bare ass as he unbuttoned his jeans.
A moment later, he shoved his hand between her thighs, but his touch on her pussy was gentle enough. Sherona shrieked as he rubbed her clit, quick and ruthless.
“You’re soaking wet,” he mumbled. “My little captive likes to be chased.”
Sherona leaned against the tree, her mouth going wide when she felt the thick, swollen head of his penis press against her slit.
“You’re never going to run from me again, are you?” he rasped, his fingers delving into the flesh of her ass.
“I can’t promise that,” she managed between clenched teeth. She pushed back against him, longing to feel his big cock lodged deep inside her. He spanked her briskly and she stopped.
“If I don’t run, you couldn’t catch me,” she rasped.