“Like what?” She said it begrudgingly. “Like I hate that your kiss was the hottest thing I’ve had all year?”
My cock twitched in agreement, but I gave a short laugh. “The year which just started two minutes ago?”
She slapped her hand against the surface of the water, splashing me. Her jaw was set, but Christ, she looked hot like that. Water dripped from the loose ends of her pinned up hair, and the pink dress was nearly see-through when wet. Her nipples stood pointed to attention.
She seemed to be seething. “You’re the worst.”
“But not at kissing you, apparently.”
“Fuck you, Kyle.”
Something inside me snapped. The first few times I’d put up with it, but I was done with her repeated insult. I moved as swiftly as the drag in the water would allow, and shoved my hand into the hair at the back of her head, grabbing a handful of pins with the strands. I tugged her head back firmly and stared down into her wide eyes.
I’d never been aggressive with her before. I’d still been finding my way with women back then and how much they wanted when it came to roughness. But now a dark need took hold, urging me to show her how inappropriately she was behaving, and to do it in a way as if she were mine.
“Oh,” she whispered and the softest of moans followed.
Not in pain. This was distinctly pleasure.
A lightning bolt sizzled through me. I blanked for a moment, my vision going hazy. She liked this? Fuck me, did she want more? I laid my palm against her chest, my fingers resting softly around her neck. Not trying to choke her, but to signify control. I’d made it so she couldn’t look anywhere but at me. It was only fair, because I could focus only on her.
Beneath my fingers, I felt her swallow hard. And when her eyes hooded with desire at my action, I was done for. I leaned down and crushed my lips to hers.