“Yes, you jackass. I want to see you.”
He grinned, finally getting the words from her that he’d been dying to hear for so long. Trey cupped her cheek. “I’m proud of you, Cat. You’ll never stop being amazing to me.”
“What’s wrong with you? I don't know why youput up with me,” she said, blubbering lightly.
“That wasn’t exactly the kind of response I was hoping for.”
“Yeah, I bet. I assume you expected me to just throw myself into your arms and screw your brains out or something.”
“Well, maybe a little. Or at the very least let me screw your brains out.”
“God, I hate you so much.” As she said this she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
“If this is the way you show your hatred of me, then yes please. Feel free to suffocate my face with your body.”
She leaned down to press kisses into his chest as he sunk his fingers into her curls as much as he could. “I hate how easily you made me fall for you again.”
“Ha! You think that was easy? Every day you’ve been mad at me has been pure torture.”
“Poor baby. Do you want me to make you feel better?” Her voice was dripping with seduction, her tongue flicking out to lick across his collarbone before gently nipping there.
His heart rate increased. “God, yes.”
She took his hands, pressing them into the ground on each side of his head. “Then be a good boy and let me hate on you a little longer.”
She bit his lip before plundering his mouth, her tongue taking complete control of the situation. Cat squirmed, rubbing herself on his dick. The teasing was rough and a bit angry and was driving him to the brink of feeling wild and feral again. Taking whatevershe was willing to give him was agony. The control he had to maintain to keep his hands locked with hers and not touching her everywhere, wasn’t the type of control he could demonstrate for long. The same Cat who battled the crab for him was still here, and maybe had always been there just beneath the surface. All he could do was marvel at her beautiful light at full force.
When she moved on from kissing him to dragging her breasts across his chest, he couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Please, Cat.” His moans became straight begging.
“You think you’ve been good long enough?”
His hips ached from wanting to move. “I’m not sure I’ve ever been good enough, but I can’t take this anymore.”
A coy smile ghosted her lips, liking this response, and she hummed a satisfied noise. “Good things come to good boys who wait.” But she was kind enough to end his torture, sliding herself onto his dick. She sat up, taking him all in, her hands planting on his chest, sitting with the moment. His own hands were free. He slid them up her chest, taking her breasts in his palms, enjoying the feel of her. “I love you,” he said because he couldn’t help it. He was completely hers.
“You just want me to marry you again.” Her head tipped back with her eyes closed.
“Yeah. What’s wrong with that? Stay married to me and marry me again.”
“You might get lucky.” Her eyes finally opened, and she began to move. First the rhythm was slow, asthough proving how much more in control she could be compared to him. There wasn’t going to be any argument.
He moved a hand between her legs to rub soft circles there, hoping to show he could torture with the best of them. The speed between them increased, becoming less graceful and more needy, and soon she was begging as much as him, both of them meeting in the middle of giving and taking. Cat dug in her nails as she cried out with him, unable to stop herself from collapsing onto the ground beside him.
“I think I’ve died,” he said between heavy pants. He wasn’t sure he could feel any of his limbs anymore. “But if so, it was the best kind of dying I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“I think… I think I feel wet.”
He laughed. “Good. Mission accomplished.”
“No, seriously. I feel really wet—” She gasped, snapping to sitting. “Get up.”
He thought it was merely the cool surface of the shell, but then he felt it too. A soft push of salt water suddenly swelled around his feet, sending him into a sitting position as well.
“Shit! We’re filling up with water. Are we not allowed one moment of peace? Must there always be something?” Cat jerked to her feet, grabbing her bikini and cover-up and yanking them on.
“How is this possible?”
“Maybe it’s the tide coming in. I don’t know. Get up! We have to get out of here.”
