Without thinking, I start walking towards the tub. “That’s incredible!” I grin at him. “And so quickly too.”
Something flickers across his face—surprise, maybe pleasure—before the heat in his eyes deepens. I freeze, suddenly self-conscious. “What?”
“You have a very lovely smile,” he says, voice unbelievably husky. “You should do it more often.”
Heat crawls up my neck. “Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, pretending his compliment doesn’t hit nearly as hard as it does. “So what do I tell this guy tomorrow?” I need that answer fast because if I stand here much longer, I’m going to end up getting into that tub with him.
“We’ll come up with something he doesn’t know, something harmless that buys us time to find Kayla. Then we strike.” He crooks his index finger at me in clear invitation.
“We strike? What do you have in mind?” I ask as I start towards him, tired of resisting this magnetic heat between us. Getting closer doesn’t mean anything’s going to happen, right? I can control myself.
But the closer I get, the darker his eyes become, his pupils dilating until only a thin ring of green remains. Fire licks my skin and my chest heaves with the deep breaths I have to take just to get enough air past my constricted lungs.
“We’re going to find Kayla in his lair or somewhere nearby, of course.”
“Of course,” I echo, barely listening anymore.
I’m at the edge of the hot tub now, and my gaze flicks down to his cock again. It’s… gorgeous. A hard golden length already leaking pre-cum that sends a fresh rush of saliva flooding my mouth. My hands twitch with the overwhelming urge to touch it, to wrap my finger around that impressive girth and?—
Before I can blink, Roan grabs my wrist andpulls.
I topple headfirst into the tub, the warm water immediately soaking through my clothes and heating my blood, making more wetness spill between my thighs—both from the water and my needy core.
“What do you think you’re doing, you fucker!” I snap as I surface, water dripping down my face and hair, my shirt and shorts clinging to my body like a second skin.
“Getting you exactly where we both want you,” he rasps, and he tugs me again, his hands slipping down to grip my ass and position me right on his lap, his hard cock trapped between our bodies.
I gasp, my head falling back as a bolt of pleasure crackles through me. “We shouldn’t do this. We’re—we’re enemies.”
“Enemies working together against a common enemy.” His lips graze the shell of my ear, his warm breath fanning my skin and making me shudder. “So I’d say that makes us allies. Not enemies anymore.”
I want to shove him away.
Tell him to let me go.
But my body betrays me the moment I feel his skin against mine—bare, burning, unrelenting—and I know I’m losing this battle before I even try to fight. My heart pounds frantically, my thighs press together, and I’m way too aware of how naked he is beneath the water… and how stupidly easy it would be to just give in.
Again.
He tugs at the hem of my shirt, dragging the wet fabric over my head, and when my hands drop to help him undo my shorts, I don’t even realize I’m doing it.
He lifts me off his lap—just enough to get the shorts down my hips. Then he expertly undoes my bra clasp, tossing the garment aside carelessly. My panties follow, yanked off and discarded until suddenly I’m completely bare before him. Exposed. Vulnerable in a way that tightens my chest and sends my thoughts scattering.
I should be panicking at how easy it is for him to make me surrender to him. I should be running from him and this intoxicating feeling.
But I can’t move. Can’t stop looking at him.
“I hate you,” I breathe, but it comes out thin, shaky, like even I don’t believe it anymore. “I hate everything you stand for.”Everything you do to me.How weak I am against you.
His hand slides between my thighs, and then his fingers are inside me, slow and deep and absolutely maddening. The shock punches through me, leaving me breathless, my hands latching onto his shoulders just in time to keep myself from sinking under the water.
“Oh yeah?” he growls against my skin, his mouth moving to my shoulder as his fingers curl inside me. “Then why are you soaking for me?”
“It’s the water,” I moan, but the way I clench around him betrays me. My body wants him. Desperately. And he knows it.
“Liar.”
I grab his face and kiss him, hard, with every ounce of frustration and lust and confusion scorching through me. I hate him. I hate that I’m here. I hate that I want this—but I do, God I do. I want him so much. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone else.
