He blinked. "Get in?"
"Yeah. Hot water is obviously good for your pain, and I'm even better, soget in."
He eyed me, almost suspicious. "This isn't about sex."
I rolled my eyes. "Do I look like I'm trying to seduce you, Callum? There are bubbles nearly up to my throat. Whatever. Get in or don't."
He watched me for a few more seconds before he finally undid the top button of his shirt. His movements were slow and measured. Not for my sake, but for the sake of the magic that must've been driving him mad again.
When he dropped his shirt on the bathroom countertop, I took him in.
The magic that made him both powerful and miserable also made him really fucking gorgeous. I practicallyitchedto touch him.
His hand went to the button on his pants, and his eyes met mine.
"If you tell me to look away, I'm going to throw my phone at you," I warned.
His lips twitched, like he was suppressing the world's smallest smile. "I wasn't planning on it."
Callum pushed his pants and boxer-briefs down his strong thighs. The man was a masterpiece of swirling gray bargain markings and chiseled muscle.
He stepped out of his pants and dragged a hand lightly down his thick erection, like he couldn't stand not to.
Damn, he was gorgeous.
I wanted him. Badly.
"You could keep going," I said. "I would be safe from your magic all the way over here if you were just jerking off."
"You wouldn't be safe in any part of this house if I truly lost control, Kitten."
He crossed the bathroom slowly. His hand skimmed the bun I'd piled on top of my head, tugging one of the curls lightly. He stayed where he was and slid his fingers into the strands. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I knew I had his full attention.
"Have you imagined me wrapping my mouth around you yet?" I asked playfully, even though I wasn't joking in the slightest.
His cock throbbed violently for me. "Kitten, you would be bright red if you knew the things I've imagined you doing."
He released my hair and dragged the backs of his fingers over my cheek before he stepped into the tub. His motions were significantly smoother as he took a seat across from me, his bare legs framing mine. He pulled my feet over his thighs, and nearly dragged me under the water in the process.
I grabbed the sides of the tub to stabilize myself.
The water cooled immediately with him in it.
He closed his eyes, tipping his head back after he turned the faucet to add more heat.
"Sorry," he murmured.
"Don't apologize. I invited you, remember?"
His chest rumbled slightly.
"How was the meeting?"
"Pointless."
"Did you really tell them you want me to go?"
"No."
