“Dad. Clem.”
My daughter chooses this moment to make an appearance. I notice Clementine folding her arms over her thin top, trying to cover her tits. I drag my chair farther under the table to hide my erection and not scare my daughter away.
It’ll be a visit to hell and heaven on a pendulum if Clementine continues to talk like this. I need to set some new ground rules with her.
* * *
I come back to the apartment after discussing the plan for this morning with Lukas. I’ll drop off Mere and Clem, and then there’ll be someone stationed outside Mere’s school and Vanshionista until the girls are ready to return.
As every other day, I spread a fresh T-shirt, jeans, and my leather jacket on the bed.
Taking off my clothes and in just a pair of boxers, I walk toward my bathroom, and the door flies open.
Standing at the threshold, surrounded by white steam, is Clementine wrapped in a lavender towel.
“Keith!” She looks up at me before her gaze moves from my eyes to my lips to my bare chest.
Before she can go further and notice what she’s doing to me, I pull her chin up with my finger.
“What are you doing here, Clem?” My words come out hoarse, as if in pain. And maybe I am in pain.
This is torture. She’s giving me no chance to recover before throwing all this insanity at me.
Her wide eyes fixate on my mouth as her tongue runs over her heart-shaped, bee-stung lips.
“Focus, Clem,” I mutter between clenched teeth.
“Mere was using the main bathroom and…you were out. I thought I’d be done by the time you’d be back.”
Why do I feel like she very much hoped I’d find her exactly like this?
“I just went to see Lukas.”
She nods and water droplets fall from her wet bun onto her naked shoulder. I’m so tempted to lick that enticing, teasing slope of her neck.
“Keith.” She takes a step in my direction, which brings her only inches from me.
I take a step back to get some blood flowing into my brain instead of my cock.
“Jesus, Clem. Are you testing me? Waiting for me to break?”
“No.” She shakes her head. Hurt spreads on her face when I don’t give in to the temptation that she is.
When she steps away from me, her feet glide over the water she brought with herself. She slips and I grab her, pulling her to my chest. The towel around her pools over our feet, and her naked body presses against me.
My brain stops functioning, feeling her skin. God, how long has it been since I’ve felt this? My rock-solid dick, covered in thin cotton boxers, pokes her stomach.
She stands on her toes, her arms on my neck tightening before her curious hands hesitantly move over my back. Like the other night, I don’t stop her. I let her touch me, make me feel alive again.
I let her show me how it feels to be loved and not…forgotten and lost.
Clementine’s feet slowly rest on the ground, but her gaze remains fixed on my lips. To avoid her smoldering eyes, I close mine. I don’t know what she sees in my face, but I hear her sucking in a breath.
My moral ground shatters when she places her lips over mine. Her kiss is not hesitant. It’s like she knows she belongs here, in my arms.
Her lips are reverent, not insistent.
When she pulls back, my grip over her soft, silky waist tightens. I reserve a special place in hell for myself when I whisper, “Kiss me again.”