With water droplets speckling the front of my shirt, I fluffed my hair back one last time, then unlocked the door. I threw it open, staring up into the eyes of the boy I’d come to adore. And the second his eyes laid themselves on me, he stepped forward.
“Holy fuck, I’ve missed you.”
He breathed the words against my lips before he wrapped me in his arms. He picked me up against him, pulling me to my tiptoes as I gasped in shock. My arms slid around his neck. He barreled into my house, cloaking my back and pulling me close to him. His tongue filled my mouth. His essence overcame me. The smell of his cologne wafted up my nostrils, curling my toes and making me tremble against him.
He kept walking until my back was pinned against a wall. Any wall. I didn’t give a shit which wall it was. He kicked his leg out, shutting the door closed with a crash as the world fell away.
And I took the time to melt into his kiss.
“Oh,” I mo
aned down the back of his throat. He dipped down, gripping my thighs as he picked me clear up off my feet. My head fell off to the side as the kiss deepened, our tongues doing battle for the upper hand. I sucked on his lower lip and raked my teeth across his tongue. He fisted my hair, pulling my head off to the side as he dragged his warm, wet lips down my neck.
I gasped with desire in my bones.
Not once did he comment on how red my face was. Not once did he realize its puffiness. He kissed me. Devoured me. Ground his hips against me as he pinned me to the wall with his strength. I was taken aback by it all. By the way he effortlessly picked me up. I groaned as he pulled my shirt off to the side, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
And when his face came back to meet mine, he cupped my cheek, causing me to smile as I drank him all in.
I giggled. “I take it things went well?”
He kissed me softly. “Better than ‘well.’”
“Well. I suppose that’s… good.”
I grinned at him as he snickered. I laughed softly as he pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. But when he captured my lips again, I sighed. Groaned. Rolled against him as I felt his cock pulse to life. The kiss was long. Sensual. His tongue lingered and his taste filled my mouth. My hands meandered into his hair, twirling up into its curls. He’d let it grow out a bit. Just enough for the ends to start flipping upward. Curling in on themselves and giving me just enough to hang on to.
I adored it.
“So are you going to tell me the good news, then?”
Clint paused. “Oh. Yeah. I should do that.”
I snickered. “You really should, handsome.”
He pulled back, seating me against the wall with his hips as his hands found mine. He threaded our fingers together. I placed my hands above my head. He pinned me to the damn wall, his eyes falling to my breasts. The way he licked his lips made me cast out all desire for our movie night. Replacing it with another desire.
“Clint?”
He shook his head. “My God, you’re breathtaking.”
I blushed. “You seem much better.”
He smiled. “Because I am. They’ve cleared me, and expect me to make a full recovery.”
“Wait, what?”
He nodded. “My therapist even cancelled my appointment with the hospital tomorrow. I don’t have to see anyone for another three months.”
“Wait, what!?”
He chuckled. “I’m free as a bird, and stronger than I’ve been in weeks.”
“Clint! Holy shit!”
I bucked against him, freeing myself enough to wrap myself around his body. I hugged him close, burying my face into the crook of his neck. And as he held me tightly, our laughter filled the room. Tears of happiness rushed my eyes. Finally, this damn nightmare was over. Clint had been healed. He’d recuperated. And it seemed as if things were finally swaying back in our favor.
I kissed his neck. “I’m so happy for you.”