I nod.
His head drops, and he licks over my collarbone. “I would’ve locked that nap room door and showed you how I like to nap.”
My fingers stretch through his damp hair. “I think I have an idea.”
He leans right, locking the bedroom door with a simple turn of his fingers. “Let me get my point across.” He drops to his knees, looking up at me as he tugs my shorts down over my hips. They slide down my legs, pooling at my feet. My underwear joins them.
My tongue runs over my lips in anticipation.
“Do you know what’s coming Paisley?”
“Me,” I manage to say.
Klein smiles. “How do you always make me smile or laugh in situations like this?”
“It’s a talent.”
“So is this.” He leans in, pressing his nose to me. His hands are on my thighs, running their length. “Your skin is soft.”
I squirm as he runs his nose up and down me. Through my lust-filled thoughts, I register footsteps in the hallway. Then a knock on the door, only two feet away from where I am against the wall.
“Paisley?”
I look down at the top of Klein’s head, frazzled. He looks up at me. “It’s Shane,” I mouth, careful not to make any noise. My body is confused. It’s like I was running a sprint, and then somebody yanked on my collar.
One side of Klein’s mouth curls up, arrogant and possessive. He leans forward and softly kisses me. “So?”
“Paisley, are you in there?” Shane’s voice infiltrates my moment.
My head bobbles, my hands shake in front of me. What am I supposed to do right now? And Klein, well, he is not stopping. He is getting started.
“Answer him,” Klein murmurs, the words a vibration against me.
I swallow. “He-ey,” I call out.
“Can you open up?” he asks.
“Not right now. I’m… changing.”
“Are you alone?”
I look down at Klein’s head, moving up and down, then in slow circles. “Klein’s taking a walk on the beach.” I sound like I’m being strangled. Death by cunnilingus.
“Good,” Shane says, relieved. “Can we talk?”
Klein, mouth attached to my body, chuckles. “This isn’t a great time,” I manage to say, but only barely.
“Pais, please. Everybody went for ice cream and this is the only chance I’m going to get.”
“Let him talk,Pais,” Klein whispers, breath hot against me. “Nobody said you have to listen.”
Turning my cheek so it’s pressed against the wall and my mouth is closer to the door, I say, “I’m going to keep the door closed, but say whatever it is you need to say.”
From Shane’s silence, I gather that he’s thinking about arguing with me. The thought spends little time in my brain, however. Klein is doubling his efforts, devouring me. If it weren’t for him helping me stay upright, I would melt to the floor.
Shane speaks. “I thought you should know I’m having a hard time seeing you this week.”
Klein grips the back of my knee, urging my leg up and propping it over his shoulder, increasing his access.
