"I won't allow this for long," I warned.
It was halfhearted.
Something told me he knew it.
eighteen
KAT
Callum continued rubbing my feet.
"We have a problem, Kitten." His voice was deceptively calm.
"What problem?" I didn't look at him.
"You think I don't want to fuck you as much as a bunch of little MMA fighters do."
Ah.
So he hadn't let that go.
It took a lot of effort to focus on the conversation as he dragged his thumb over the pad of my foot.
"Even if you do, you're too afraid to act on it, Callum."
"It takes everything I fucking have not to act on it." There was something in his voice. I couldn't tell what. Anger, maybe?
I opened my eyes, and found ice-cold fury in his.
"The way I want you is all-consuming. It's unrelenting. If the risk was anything less than it is, I'd be insatiable. You would bewrapped around my cock all day. I'd fuck you until you forgot your family, your name, and anything other than the feel of my body claiming yours."
I stared at him.
He stared back, his expression daring me to disagree.
He was pushing the limits, though. And if he was allowed to do that, so was I.
I plucked my feet out of his grasp unceremoniously, earning an even more chilling glare when I did.
He wasn't ready to let go.
I ignored the glare, lifting myself out of the water long enough to cover the remaining distance between us and sit down on Callum's lap.
His gaze immediately dipped to my breasts, which were still mostly covered by a thin film of bubbles, even though the majority of those bubbles had popped."What are you doing?"
I moved so the length of his erection rested between my thighs, against my clit, for comfort's sake. I didn't want it stabbing me anywhere else.
"I just want to make you feel good." I put my hands on his chest.
His entire body tensed.
He had never experienced anyone else's touch without pain. Not even his own. Only mine.
"Kitten." His voice was deadly.
"Don't worry. I'll leave your cock alone."
He stayed completely and utterly still as I slid my hands over his pecs slowly.
