“And miss the chance to watch you bathe? Matter of fact, I think I’ll join you.”
Say what?
The chance at a witty comeback or scathing remark passed me by when he crossed his arms and lifted his shirt over his head. I was stuck in a state of drooling and muscle clenching as my * salivated over the exposed muscles of his abdomen and chest and those arms…
Keiran’s body was fit for a man, not a teenage boy. It was seriously unfair. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“The idea of bathing in a bowl full of bubbles never appealed to me before now.”
I turned on my heel and headed for the stairs. “I’m calling the police,” I warned without looking back. Detective Wilson’s warning was still fresh in my mind. What if my life really did depend on it? Keiran could really hurt me this time.
Before my feet could touch the first step, I was lifted in the air and staring down at the floor from an upended angle as I was being carted up the stairs. “You can call Detective Daniels and Detective Wilson later. I’ll help you dial.”
“You son of a bitch, put me down!” I screamed and beat on his back during the short trek to the bathroom where he set me on my feet and began to undress me. My hands slapped at his as he unbuttoned my jeans with an amused expression. That was until I sunk my teeth into his shoulder. He grunted in pain and then gripped me tighter, pulling me in close to him.
“Is that how you want to play it, baby?” he growled against my lips. The next thing I knew, I was submerged in water, still dressed in my panties and shirt. He actually dumped me in the tub while I was still partially dressed.
“Why are you here?” I sputtered around the water.
“I needed to see you, but you aren’t exactly making this visit pleasant for me.” When I growled at him, he grinned back.
“You saw me, now get out,” I ordered while feeling and looking like a wet dog. “It doesn’t require you taking your clothes off.”
“Oh, but it might. That depends solely on you.”
“You’re out of your mind.” He didn’t bother to answer and instead, shed the rest of his clothing. I gritted my teeth in anger even as I ogled him. The way he shed his jeans as he stared into my eyes, called to my baser instincts, and I clutched my thighs together to will the arousal away.
“It’s not polite to stare,” he cracked. I sent him a glare before turning my face away. I knew the exact moment that he was naked. My nipples hardened and my * began the aching pulse I hated but loved so much when he was inside me. “Scoot forward.”
I did so without hesitation and ground my jaw harder after I had done so. You’re not supposed to obey him, I told myself, but my body had different plans.
He stepped into the tub and sat behind me. Before I could scramble to the other side, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me between his legs. His cock was already hard and pressed against my lower spine. I shivered involuntarily. I wanted to shed my wet clothes from my body and feel his skin against mine, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“Relax,” he ordered.
“No.”
“Should I make you?”
I knew what he meant. There was only one thing that made me weak and it was his touch. I couldn’t take his touch and not want to give in, so I leaned back against his chest. My head was cradled on his shoulder, and I tried not to think about how good it felt. As we watched each other silently, his thumb brushed my lip briefly before sliding down to grip my neck. I knew it was a warning when his other hand rose out of the water and began to tease the edge of my panties and the skin of my lower stomach. “Take them off.”
“Why?” The single word trembled on my lips as my hands itched to obey.
“Don’t worry,” he sneered and gripped my neck tighter, threatening my air supply. “The water will hide how wet you really are for me.”
I elbowed him in the stomach, and other than a grunt of pain, he stayed perfectly still, watching me and waiting for me to obey.