The Light in my Darkness

Chapter 12

If your dreams were any indication, sleeping next to Clint was bad for the control you had on your libido. Images of hot hands and hungry mouths filled your brain. You'd woken several times throughout the night only to find yourself in Clint's embrace each time. Comforted by his presence, you went right back to sleep.

When you woke in a tangle of sheets in the early hours of the morning, however, you were alone. You reached out to find his side of the bed still warm. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, you ran a hand down your face trying to chase off some of the exhaustion. You padded through your apartment and found Clint in the living room looking out the window into the dark.

"What are you doing?" you asked softly.

He turned, his brows arched up in surprise. "Did I wake you?"

You shook your head and shuffled over to wrap your arms around him. You pressed into his side and returned your embrace. "I keep waking up. This time you were gone so I came looking."

"Something wrong?"

You smiled at the concerned tone in his voice. "Just not used to sleeping next to someone I guess."

He chuckled and you tilted your head to find him smiling down at you. "Well, can't say I'm disappointed to hear that.".

You yawned even as you shook your head.

Clint hummed. "I think maybe you need to relax a little, sweetheart. What do you think?"

You were pretty sure that you already were relaxed but you shrugged. He wasn't really the best person to help you get him off your mind but you were open to suggestions. Clint shifted you in his hold so one arm was wrapped around you with his hand splayed on your lower back to keep you close to him. His other hand cradled your cheek briefly before he slid his fingers through your hair and pulled you into his kiss.

His lips danced over yours. You arched your back trying to get closer, needing more from him. Craving more after your night full of heated dreams. As if he read your mind, Clint deepened the kiss and traced your lip with his tongue. You gasped at the feeling and he took advantage of the moment to sweep his tongue into your mouth. Your tongue mingled with his as your hands found the back of his head. Your fingers dug into his hair and tugged.

He moaned making you grin against his lips. Pulling back slightly, he grinned at you. "Oh, you think that's funny? How about this?" His hand slid from your back to trace the curve of your ass. The heat from his palm felt like a fire through the thin cotton of your panties. He moved slow, deliberate until he squeezed without warning. He used his hold to pull you more tightly against him and rolled his hips into yours.

There was no mistaking his arousal as he still wore only the boxers he'd gone to bed in. The feel of his hard cock pressing against your core reminded you just how long it had been since you'd had actual sex with anyone. Damn. He covered your lips with his again and fed at them like he was starving. He grew impossibly harder which made you become even more aroused. Between your dreams and Clint your panties were sopping.

Panting, you pulled back slightly trying to catch your breath. Your tongue darted out to trace your bottom lip and his eyes followed the movement. Unsure what to say or do, you bit your lip. Clint made a sound that was almost a growl and backed you toward the sofa. He steered you to the end with the chaise lounge. When the back of your legs hit it, he stopped you. His hands lifted the bottom of your shirt as his eyes asked for permission. Biting your lip again, you nodded.

He swept the fabric up and off before tossing it aside. He licked his lips as his gaze ran over you. The fact that he wasn't saying anything had your nerves working overtime but you resisted the urge to cross your arms over your chest. "God, you're gorgeous."