“Afraid to sit next to me?” I flick water at him with my toes.
He latches on to my foot and tugs me closer, making me sink deeper into the water. I open my mouth to object, only to be cut off as he begins kneading the sore muscles.
My head drops back against the tub. “Oh, God.”
His pressure intensifies. “Feels good?”
“Like heaven.” I sigh.
A small smile tugs at his lips. My eyes droop with each minute that goes by, the ache in my muscles easing with every pass and push of Cal’s hands. Eventually, the pain morphs into something else altogether.
Pleasure.
Cal must sense the shift in mood because he abandons his massage and stands. Water droplets slide down his muscular body, tempting me to wipe them away with my tongue. His thick erection stands as proud as him when he finds me checking him out.
I give my head a shake. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere without you. Scoot forward.”
I do what he says, and he slides in behind me. His hard length presses against my back as he gets comfortable and places both his legs on the outside of mine.
I sink deeper into the bubble water and place my head in the crook of his neck. “I might never leave.”
Cal grabs a wet towel and squeezes a decent amount of bodywash on to the top before swiping it down my body. He takes his time, dragging the washcloth across my skin with soft, teasing strokes. I press my thighs together only to have Cal pry them apart so he can swipe the towel between my legs.
I squeeze his bicep. “Cal.”
He teases my clit again, adding more pressure this time. “What?”
“You know what you’re doing.” The words come out shaky.
He nips at my shoulder, earning a sharp intake of breath from me. “Is it working?”
I turn around and straddle his thighs, trapping him beneath me. His erection presses into me, and I grind against him, sending a zing of pleasure down my spine. “Does that answer your question?”
His fingers dig into my hips as I lean forward and lick a stray water droplet from his neck.
“Lana.” The way he whispers my name like a prayer goes straight to my head. His teeth grit together as I rub against his erection, so I wiggle again, earning another grunt.
He grips my thighs hard enough to leave marks. “Unless you want to end up getting fucked against the side of the tub, I’d stop.”
“Hmm. A tempting idea.” I run the tips of my fingers up his cock before gripping him tightly and giving him a single pump.
He snags my hand and drags it toward his mouth. The kiss he places on the inside of my palm is innocent, although the throbbing between my legs isn’t. I push forward and rub my pussy against his cock to relieve the building ache.
I kiss a path from his sharp jawline to the base of his throat. His breathing shallows out with each pass of my lips over his skin, his fingers digging into my skin like a lifeline. My lips suck on the spot beneath his ear that drives him wild while my fingers dance across his chest, carefully brushing down toward his navel without actually touching his nipples.
He moans my name again, sending another wave of pleasure rolling through my body. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Having fun.” I tease his chest again. The tip of my fingernail catches on his nipple, and he sucks in a breath.
“This isn’t fun. It’s torture.”
“It’s only fair when you do the same thing.” I lean forward, my tongue just barely swiping over the hard disk when something breaks inside of him.
“Good idea,” he rasps as he grabs my hair and tugs. My back arches, giving him the perfect position to tease the very area I denied him. His tongue swipes over the pointed peak, teasing and torturing me until I force him to give my other breast the same attention.
He sucks hard enough to make me gasp, and I jolt in his lap.
“You want to tease me?” His teeth scrape over the sensitive spot, and black dots fill my vision as a wave of pleasure rushes through me. “You want to fuck with me?”
“I’d rather fuck you. Period. End of story,” I hiss between gritted teeth as he tugs on my nipple.
Cal releases me before he climbs out of the tub with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He quickly places me back on my feet before running a dry towel over me, collecting the water dripping down my skin. Goose bumps break out across my body—both from the sudden chill and the anticipation of what is coming next.
When he is all done, I grab a towel from behind him and do the same. I commit to my task, his breathing growing heavier with every pass of the towel over his rippling muscles. When I kneel down to get his legs, I avoid his erection.
The scar on his knee stands out against his skin, representing one of the biggest shifts in his life. In our life together.
I trace the scar while Cal breathes heavily above me, his hands fisting by his sides.
“It healed well.” The last summer he was here, he avoided wearing clothes that exposed his scar, so I never had much of an opportunity to look.
His chest rises and falls. “I hate it.”
“Every part of you is perfect.” I lean forward and kiss the scar.
Cal releases a shuddery breath.
Except when I go to swipe away the last bit of water dripping from his cock, he pulls me on to my feet and drags me toward the bedroom.
“But—”
Cal throws the towel in the direction of the bathroom. “I’m done with the games. Kneel,” he orders in that gruff voice of his that only comes out during sex. There are two versions of Callahan Kane, and this one happens to be my favorite because no one knows about it but me. It’s the one he keeps locked away, begging to be unleashed.
He presses a single finger against my shoulder. A shiver shoots down my spine as I kneel against the tightly woven carpet.
I reach for his cock, only to have him step out of my reach.
“What are you doing?”
“Payback.” He pumps once. His tip gleams from a single drop of pre-cum, and I lick my lips.
“Payback for what?” When I reach for him, he takes another step back, making me frown.
“Your stunt with the vibrator.” His gaze travels over my body. “You remember what you ordered me to do?”
“Stay there and look pretty for me.” I repeat the words. My body temperature spikes, along with my heart rate.
He reaches out to cup my cheek with one hand while pumping his cock with the other. “There truly is nothing prettier than watching you on your knees.”
“Nothing at all?”
His chest heaves from his heavy exhale. “Mmm. Actually, there might be one other thing.”
I yearn to reach for him, yet my hands remain pressed flat against my thighs. “What’s that?”