I giggled as I placed the pictures back in the container.
“I smell Chinese,” I said.
“They also threw in a small cup of that tea they make that you like so much.”
“You mean that tea that makes you heave?”
He snickered. “Yep. So, if you want any kisses now, get ‘em while they’re hot.”
I smiled. “Don’t mind if I do.”
I placed the container back in the box as Clint made his way for me. He set everything down just as I stood and his arms cloaked my entire body. I felt his hands roaming down my back. Our lips collided as his hands gripped my ass, giving it a soft squeeze. I smiled against his lips and he chuckled as his tongue slid along my lips. Every time he kissed me, I felt like a teenager again. Sneaking around. On the brink of getting into trouble. Ready for action, no matter the time or place.
“Mmm, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” he murmured.
I nuzzled my nose against his. “Me too.”
“And as much as I’d love to continue this little thing we’ve got going here, I’m going to need some energy before that happens.”
“Too much to handle for you, hot stuff?”
He growled playfully. “Never.”
I laughed before he captured my lips, muting my sounds. Then he picked me up and carried me into the kitchen. He sat me on the edge of the counter, his hands sliding up and down my thighs. I felt myself warming for him, gravitating to him. It had been such a long day to wrap up one of the longest weeks I’d had in a while.
And suddenly, my body wanted nothing to do with the food he’d brought home.
“You want some wine to go with this food?” Clint asked.
I paused. “Actually, I’m thinking about sipping that tea with dinner.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “It’s not like you to turn down wine. You feeling okay?”
“You calling me a lush, Mr. Clarke?”
“And what if I am?”
I slipped my arms around his neck. “Why, I’d take offense to it before telling you I’m simply not feeling like wine tonight.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “What are you feeling like, then?”
I grinned. “Why don’t you come back this way and find out?”
His smile grew wolfish as his eyes hooked with mine. His hand migrated into my hair, fisting it in the way only he could. I sighed as he pulled my head back slowly. His tongue licked up my pulse point, making me shiver. The smell of Chinese faded into the background, replacing itself with the smell of Clint’s cologne, his musk, and the scent of his breath as his lips found their way to the shell of my ear.
“I love it when you wear my clothes,” he whispered.
And whatever sickness my body still held on to slipped away as his lips kissed my skin.
2
Clinton
She tasted like mint and coffee. A smell I had attributed to her very quickly as we had grown together. Her curves had only grown thicker over the years. And my palms loved them. I slid my hands up and down her thighs, feeling her melt into me as my tongue stroked along the roof of her mouth. I’d missed her all day. I mean, I missed her every day I was away for meetings. But today had been different.
Today, I’d practically longed for her.
“Mmm, Clint.”