4. Chapter 4 - Mimi
Mimi
The wind whistles around us, blowing the rain sideways. I can barely see as I follow Clint through the thick trees.
Clint.
Mystery Man is the Clintiest Clint I've ever met in my life.
He's sturdy and sexy, rough but gentle. In spite of the wet, biting cold, my stomach flutters from the touch of his hand to mine.
He could move quicker without me, but I'm so grateful he didn't leave me at the campsite alone.
I barely had time to tend to his forehead before the heavy rain started.
It took one ear-splitting crack of thunder before I realized he was right, and I scrambled to help him pack up the rest of my supplies.
He hauled it all up in his arms and took my hand, saying, "I'll keep you safe, Mimi. I promise." I nodded and let him lead me out of danger. He hasn't let go of me yet, and I already trust him with all my heart.
His hand grips mine tightly, the only indication that we are in more danger than he's letting on. Clint turns back to look at me, and I flash him a thumbs-up sign, my teeth chattering.
"I think I see a cabin up ahead," Clint yells, and I nod, barely able to hear him over the sounds of the storm. He guides me carefully over the muddy terrain. I slip twice, and I'm grateful I bought new hiking boots as I realize now how ridiculous the rest of my outfit is for the outdoors.
When we get to the small cabin, it's dark and the door is locked tight.
Clint bangs on the window a few times, but nobody answers.
I'm soaked through. The cold is in my bones, and I shiver uncontrollably as Clint darts out into the rain and around the back of the cabin.
He comes back to the front porch a moment later and points behind him.
I nod. I have no idea what he's found, but I'm sticking with him because I'm not a complete idiot.
We race into the rain, and Clint grabs my hand as he guides me over to what looks like a dilapidated garage or large shed.
The door is slightly open, and I start inside, desperate to be out of the pouring rain, but Clint holds me back.
It's quieter under the little awning, and I can hear him clearer now.
"Hold up. Let me check for b"—he cuts himself off and looks away from me quickly, before finishing his sentence—"wildlife."
"You were g-going to say b-bears!" I cry, clutching my backpack tightly to my front as my heart beats frantically. My teeth chatter so loudly, I'm a walking siren for wild animals.
Clint hesitates. "No."
"You are l-lying t-to m-m-meee," I manage to get out through chattering teeth as I look around frantically for a mountain lion about to jump out at me from behind a tree. My heart pounds.
Clint grabs both my shoulders and places his forehead to mine.
The bandage I used on his wound scratches my skin, but I barely notice.
I'm so shocked, I forget to be scared, and I let him hold me.
Our breath mixes together in the cold air, and now my heart is beating wildly for a whole different reason.
He pulls back and gazes into my eyes. This close, I notice he has small gold flecks forming a little halo effect around the glacier blue of his iris.
"Angel eyes," I breathe, and he startles, making me blush.
"My grandma used to call me that." He smiles faintly like he hasn't thought of the memory in quite some time.
Clint's eyes dart from my mouth to my eyes and back again.
He hasn't let go of me. As cold as I was a few minutes ago, his hands burn against my body through multiple layers of clothes like the world's sexiest hot potatoes.
I'm still shivering, but now it's only partly from hypothermia and partly from lusty anticipation.
He's going to kiss me. Holy shit. I thought he was going in for a kiss back at the campsite, but he didn't, and I haven't been able to shake the sudden disappointment since.
I lift my mouth toward his, closing my eyes slightly as he leans down.
He's half an inch from my mouth, and then a loud clap of thunder startles us both, and I shriek.
The wind picks up, whipping my wet hair into my eyes as I stumble forward into Clint.
He grabs me and hauls me to his side as he strains to pull the door open against the wind.
He ushers me into the dry space as we get pelted with hard, fat raindrops now mixed with hail.
Cock-blocking storm!
The rain beats down on the roof of the large shed, increasing in intensity the second we get the door closed.
I'm grateful to be somewhere dry, but it's still cold in the unheated space, and the chatter of my teeth almost drowns out the sound of the rain.
Clint blows hard on his hands, and I realize he gave me his jacket. He must be freezing.
No time to waste, Clint gets to work and quickly pops open my tent while I stand there shivering uselessly.
"S-see. P-pop open is q-quicker." I attempt to grin at Clint, but my body is shaking so hard I must look like a crazy bobblehead figure.
Clint glances at me with worry and then digs through the contents of his backpack. He pulls out a dark green bundle and walks over to me.
"You need to take your clothes off." His cheeks redden when my eyes widen in surprise, and he hands me a wool blanket and what looks like a thermal long-sleeved top. "Put this on. I won't look."
Any sexy comment I have dies on my lips as our fingers touch and electricity shoots down my hand, all the way to my toes. I look at him startled, and Clint pulls his hand away quickly, returning to set up the make-shift camping site.
I discard his jacket, laying it neatly across the old workbench against the side wall.
There is no way it will dry out anytime soon.
Even waterproof material is no match for that kind of downpour.
Shaking, I bend to unlace my boots, struggling to pull off my soaking wet socks, skirt, and panties.
My sweatshirt makes a loud plopping noise as I drop it to the floor.
I'm still shaking hard as I fail to get my hands into the dry shirt.
I hop up and down a few times to banish the numbness from my fingers, and I blush, realizing I'm naked in the same room with a man for the first time in my life.
A man I'd really like to see naked as well.
Does he want that too?
I glance over at Clint as I wrap the blanket around my lower half and swallow hard when I realize he's already removed his wet shirt.
Oh. My. God.
He's bent over, surveying our supplies. His pants are still on, and I bite my lip when I spy the two dimples at the top of his butt.
I want to run my fingers over them. A tattoo wraps around his sizable upper bicep, but the rest of his body is completely free of ink, emphasizing the prominent hills and valleys of his incredible muscles.
He looks over at me, and I turn quickly, getting my arms into the shirt and turning back to face him.
He's unzipped my purple sleeping bag, laying it down like a little mattress inside the tent, and he's now fluffing out his much warmer looking sleeping bag to use as a top blanket.
As he stands up, his mouth falls open when he sees me.
His eyes dart away and back again, as he tries not to look at my chest.
I glance down at the fabric stretched tightly over my full breasts, my hardened nipples on erotic display.
If only embarrassment could provide actual warmth, I might be able to salvage this into a sexy moment, but I've never been this cold in my life.
And I can't think of anything less sexy than having sex with a snowman. Or woman, in my case.
I walk toward him stiffly, rubbing my hands vigorously over my upper arms as I try to get some warmth back into them.
"P-please tell me this s-s-shirt doesn't f-fit you?" I ask, my teeth still chattering.
He shakes his head quickly, his gaze meeting mine, and my breath catches as I finally understand what the phrase "hungry eyes" means. He looks like he wants to devour me. I swallow hard.
"No, it doesn't fit me. I grabbed the wrong one to test." Clint grits out and then shakes his head.
"Um, I don't know how to say this without sounding like a creep, but body warmth really is the best way to get warmer in this situation.
" He reaches into the front of the tent and pulls out two small packets, shaking them slightly.
"These are warming packets, but we should probably save them for later if the temperature continues to drop. "
I nod, staring at his chest and back up to his eyes. "Are you going to take your pants off?"
He blushes. "They're soaked, so yes. Unless you want to get wet again."
Too late . I bite my lip as a rush of desire coats the top of my thighs from his unintentional double-entendre.
My heart beats wildly as I walk directly in front him.
So close, my nipples brush against his bare chest and he groans.
"Take off your pants, Clint," I whisper, staring up at him through my lashes, and then I unwrap the green wool blanket from around my waist and hand it to him.
The top he gave me is a slightly longer tunic cut, but it stops right at the tops of my thighs.
A shiver goes through me, and I close my eyes briefly.
Then, I turn to the little tent. I crawl into the bed he's made, giving him a great view of my bare ass, and pull the covers over the top of me.
I stare up at the bright pink roof of the tent, listening to the rain and shaking uncontrollably, as I wait for him to decide what he's going to do.
Then, I hear the zipper of his pants and the soggy mess dropping to the floor.
It's only a few seconds before the tent shakes as he maneuvers his naked body through the small opening and crawls up next to me.
Sighing, I turn into him, letting him wrap his arms around me as I place my head on his chest, my teeth chattering against his skin. He's freezing cold, like an ice block. I wrap my arms around his waist, running my hands up his back as he squeezes me back tightly.
"Try to slow your breathing. We'll warm up soon. Give it a minute." Clint's voice is thick, and it only takes me a moment to realize why.
Clint either has a flashlight in his pocket, or he is very happy to see me.