Holding Back

Cain's hot fingertips trace against my bare skin as the sound of the water pelting the wetsuit on the ground become nothing more than background noise. He kisses me deeper, hugging my body close to his as my legs grew wobbly at the heat of his skin.

I... I knew it'd be like this...!

"C-Cain! Didn't you say you wouldn't do anything here!" I yell whispered at him, breaking the kiss and trying to keep my voice down while keeping the urgency of my words intact.

"I'm touching you normally. You're the one arching your hips towards me. Even enticing me with that sweet voice of yours." He replies sardonically as his accusation stripped me to a loss of my own words.

He then loosens his grip on my body and turns me to face the shower as I hear him stripping behind me. Somehow, a spark of rivalry ignited within me at the thought of his cynical grin that I turned around and tackled him against the frame of the door.