PINK MIST 2 ½

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

A few hours later, and a big mess afterwards... I was sitting on the nursery's floor with my legs stretched out in front of me. Nathan was shirtless, stretching in his try to pain the ceiling.

I bit my lip with desire as I observed the muscles of his back rolling beautifully. His whole statuesque body was driving me insane. As I tried to get up, my hand landed on a puddle of the arsenic color.

It's amazing how easily annoyance can change to entertainment. An impish thought flashed through my head in almost an instant. I licked my lips as I placed both of the palms of my hands inside the color.

Nathan was engrossed to his task, not paying any attention to me or my doings. I kept humming a tune as I did before, trying to keep him from catching his eye.

When I finally had stopped my humming session, I was already too close to him. I stretched my arms and slowly dragged my hands down from his shoulders to his butt, squeezing them when they reached that delicious part.

Nathan tensed to the contrast of the cold paint on his warm skin. He took a sharp breath and allowed the shaft he was using to fall from his grip. As he started to turn around, I took a step back, giggling.

"What the... why did you do that?"

"Your back... your butt... your muscles were driving me insane, Nate! My hormones are on their peak! I had do touch you..." I chuckled, hiding my hands behind my back like a kid who's trying to hide his toy.

"Couldn't you just swipe the color off first?"

"Where would the fun be in that?" I murmured, placing the back of my hand on my mouth to shut my self up.

"My baby wants fun?" He whispered, grabbing a brush soaked in yellow paint.

"I'm actually pretty good, love! I'll go and make some coffee," I replied, hesitantly moving towards the door.

"Nah, fun first... coffee later," he muttered as he bolted towards me.

I kept dodging him for some time before he finally had me in the corner. He was striding in the room like he was just walking while I was trying to keep my self from suffocating, falling short of breath.

"Nate, don't do it... I'm feel nauseous," I pled, pretending to be feeling sick.

"What's wrong?"

He looked at me worryingly, placing his hand on my cheek and caressing it with his thumb. I took a deep, yet short breath and pretended to feel disgusted by the taste of my mouth.

Thinking that I distracted him with my little act, my cocky self felt proud. Boy was I wrong... An impish smile spread on Nathan's face as he took with his free hand from his back pocket the yellow painted brush.

"You don't want to do this, Nate. You really don't!"

"Is that a threat?"

He looked at me while cocking his eyebrow, a shine of malice flashing in his eyes. I had to choose my next words very carefully if I wanted to avoid getting painted.

"Why would I threaten you?" I muttered, "I'm just feeling sick with all the smell coming from the paint."

Nathan nodded, placing the brush back into his back pocket while giving me a beautiful smile. I smiled back at him, repressing a sigh from escaping my lips. I wanted to keep my act up as long as it would take for me to slither out of the room.