He reached down and grabbed my hand. His dry grip was strong—quite a contrast to my cold pruned fingers. He could’ve pulled my entire body out with one tug. But that wasn’t what I wanted. Instead I tugged his hand hard, throwing him off balance. He tried catching himself, but fell into the water with a huge splash.
I scrambled back, not wanting to be anywhere near him when he surfaced.
When he did, his eyes were wild, searching the pool for me. I assumed his eyes had adjusted to the darkness because he spotted me on the low end, a sly smile swiping across his face. “You thought that was funny?” He pushed his hair off his forehead.
I nodded as I stifled my laughter. “As funny as a box of tampons in my lap.”
“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” He moved toward me, wiping water from his eyes as he did. “An eye for an eye?”
“Just following your lead.” I kept him in my sight as I moved along the wall, lowering my body so only my head remained above water.
“Then why are you all the way over there?” He moved closer, treading water easily as I shuffled away from him. “You wanted me in the water. Here I am.”
My pulse began to rattle in my chest. “I didn’t think you’d actually fall in.”
He grunted incredulously. “You pulled my hand, but didn’t think I’d fall in?”
I shook my head. “I wanted to scare you.”
“Do I look scared?” His eyes tightened, predatory and sexy as hell. If I was capable of falling under his spell, I very well could have in that moment. But his charms were wasted on me. He lunged forward until he had me backed into the curved corner of the pool.
I moved right. He was there. I tried for left. He was there, too. Shit.
“Now, what to do with you,” he mused.
Thankfully we were cloaked in darkness because heat crept up my neck, spreading to my cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
He raised a brow. “Now you’re sorry?”
I nodded, unsure what he was looking for.
His features remained pensive as he tunneled his fingers through his wet hair, his biceps all shiny and ripped.
Oh, man. I needed to remember why I hated him so much. I needed to get away from him. Far away. I dropped underwater and pushed off the wall behind me, taking off swimming. I didn’t get far. Caden wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
It took all of two seconds of having his wet skin and rock hard body wrapped around me for the image of him dropping his lips to my bare shoulder to materialize in my brain. A shiver surged through me. In that instant, when being in his arms felt too good, I knew I needed to get out of there.