How Can I Resist His Playful Distractions?

I woke up the next morning feeling rejuvenated and looking forward to the hike we had planned for that day. The previous night we hadn’t made it back downstairs to join in the game. By the time Clay had been satisfied everyone else had gone to bed. Although I’d been a little disappointed, I couldn’t deny how exciting it had been, knowing we could be discovered. I never would have thought I would enjoy that kind of risk, but I guess I was learning something new about myself.

I stretched, determined to make this a day to remember. I threw off the covers, planning to sneak downstairs to make a big breakfast before we left. Just as I was about to stand, strong arms pulled me back onto the soft mattress. I squealed in surprise as he dragged me against him, my body fitting perfectly against his. He nibbled the back of my shoulder playfully but as his hands began to wander I pushed them away.

“Oh, no you don’t!” I said sternly, hoping the forced gaiety in my tone would take the sting out of my words. “I’m going to make pancakes. Come help me.”

“No, stay here,” he whined.

“Not today. We’re hiking to the waterfall this morning. Let’s get going!”

He mumbled something under his breath but eventually swung his legs off the bed to get himself up. He stood with his naked back to me, reaching his arms over his head as I admired his muscular form. How did he stay in such great shape? I felt like we had done nothing but eat and drink since we met, reflected by the several pounds I’d already gained. Resolving to get back into shape – after our vacation – I slipped on shorts and a t-shirt before heading downstairs.

As I made it to the kitchen he loudly clambered down the stairs, oblivious to the fact there were still 6 other people sleeping. I rushed over to meet him as he hit the last step. I put my finger to my lips to remind him to be quiet, and he reached out to tickle my side which I’d left vulnerable when I lifted my hand to my face. Giggling I swatted at him as he stepped toward me, pressing me backward until I leaned against the wall. His face was inches from mine, his chest crushing mine as our breaths mingled.

Thoughts of cooking long forgotten, I desperately wanted him to kiss me, touch me in that way he has that completely obliterates all thought. Instead he simply held us there as the seconds ticked by. His hands reached down to clasp mine and he lifted them up above my head as far as they would stretch. My eyes fluttered shut and I licked my lips with eager anticipation, grateful we were the only ones awake.

Pushing my legs apart with his knee, our bodies melded into one. His hot breath on my ear caused me to moan softly as he whispered, “I thought we were going to make breakfast.”

This post is in response to the daily writing prompt Rejuvenate and is part of something longer I am working on.

This post is a part of the story about the ex and comes after Why Does He Excite Me Like He Does?.

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