He wrapped his arms around my waist and I clapped my hand against my mouth. I cried out into my palm as he picked me up and tossed me back onto the bed. I turned over and tried to scramble off the bed before he fell on top of me. But I didn’t move fast enough and his body pinned me to the mattress.
Giggles fell from my lips. “I
’m in the wet spot. I’m in the wet spot.”
Clint kissed the back of my neck. “Should’ve thought about that before telling me no.”
“Clint! We’re going to be late.”
“And if you keep yelling my name, you’re going to wake up Mother Dear.”
He tickled my sides and I pressed my face into my mattress. I wiggled around, trying to buck him off as laughter made my voice hoarse. I felt myself sweating. Growing red in the face. And if we didn’t get a move on it, we’d both be late.
“Clint! Mercy! Uncle! I give!”
He chuckled. “Ready to give up and spend all day gazing into one another’s eyes in bed?”
I sighed. “We really have to go to school. We have to get you graduated. Your future depends on it, if you want a decent one.”
Reality crashed back down around us and Clint wiggled off my body. He helped me to my feet and I turned around, readying myself to apologize. But he pressed his finger against my lips, silencing any plea I might have had. And as his hand slid through my knotted hair, his eyes danced between mine.
“I know you’re right. I also want you know how much I cherish these moments we have together.”
I smiled. “Well, because of your antics, I now need a quick shower.”
He grinned. “So do I.”
“Care to take one together?”
“Do we have time for a distraction?”
“No, we don’t. Because you spent it tickling me.”
“Damn.”
I swatted his chest playfully. “Consider it a lesson learned, then. Come on. We have to be quiet. Mom’s still snoring, but she won’t be for long.”
Clint paused. “Wait, you can hear her snoring?”
My face fell and I walked over to the door. I felt him watch me, his eyes on my naked hips as they swayed. I cracked the door open and let the bombastic sound fill the room. I mean, my mother was sawing some fucking logs in her sleep. Pulling the damn curtains in from downstairs. I grinned as I watched Clint’s eyes widen. But we didn’t have any time to waste. I nodded my head down the hallway, motioning for him to follow me. And quickly, we crept down the hallway, making it into the bathroom with nothing but the sound of Mom’s snores following us.
Then we hopped into a hot-ass shower.
Clint’s hands wandered, but he didn’t try to distract me. He washed me down like he had last night, taking great care with my inner thighs. I narrowed my eyes at him. I silently scolded him as he slipped to his knees. He kissed random parts of my body, causing my skin to flush as my eyes slowly closed.
Teasing me. Relentlessly.
A few minutes before we needed to start getting dressed.
“Clint.”
He chuckled. “Just giving you a taste of what you could have had.”
I moaned. “Please, we have to go—”
“I know. I know. We do. I know.”
He punctuated his sentences with kisses, though. Against my hips. Inside my thighs. Against my lips.