Maggie turned off the shower and stepped out, shivering when the cold air hit her wet skin.
“Feel better?”
“Not really.” Maggie wished she’d followed her instincts and gone home.
Connor approached her with a large blue towel and dried her briskly.
“I can do it,” she protested, trying to grab the towel.
“You can,” he said, resisting. “But I want to do it for you.”
Once he’d dried her, he led her to his bedroom. While she’d been in the shower, he’d closed the curtains and drawn back the blankets on the bed. Only one bedside lamp lit the room, shadows playing across walls when they entered.
“Lie face down on the bed,” he said, pulling the towel away from her body.
“Why?” A sharp note entered her voice as she grabbed for the towel. Fatigue weighed her down, and once again, she kicked herself for letting him bring her here.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I have massage oil to help with your sore muscles. I’ll rub it on for you. That’s all.”
“Oh. Okay,” she said, slivers of guilt nipping at her. She’d sounded bitchy.Way to go, Maggie. Drive him off. That will make you happy and appease your guilty conscience at the same time.
She stretched out on her back in the middle of the bed. “The fronts of my legs hurt. Could you do them first?” Thank goodness for the scanty light. Although he’d seen her naked, she felt vulnerable in an unclothed state. She snorted. And wasn’t that great? Imagine a woman who wanted her ass smacked and yet she didn’t want to show her boyfriend her naked butt. A few contradictions there, that was for sure.
To her relief, Connor smiled, unperturbed by her grumpiness.
He reached for a small glass bottle. “Your wish is my command.” Unscrewing the cap of the bottle, he poured some of the contents into his palm before setting it aside. He rubbed his palms together before joining her on the bed.
Lavender, sandalwood and an herby scent she couldn’t indentify filled the room.
“It might be a little cold at first,” he warned, straddling her legs.
She winced at his first touch, but the oil warmed as he rubbed it on her right thigh. His fingers glided over tense muscles, rubbing with increasing pressure, a combination of kneading and feathering strokes that felt good after the initial pain. He moved up and down her legs and Maggie relaxed, letting her eyes close to savor his magic touch.
“I need more oil,” he said, his voice husky.
“Okay.” He could do anything he liked if only he continued touching her with those gifted fingers.
The mattress shifted as he moved, depressing again when he returned. He massaged her calves and feet before moving up her legs again. She expected him to tell her to turn over but he massaged the rest of her body, moving slightly and parting her legs. His fingers stroked across her inner thighs and slipped closer to her labia, skimming near enough for the massage to take a distinct turning into sexual territory.
Then he moved, his hands gliding across her hips, her waist. Taking his time he worked up her body. Although disappointed in the direction of his massage, she wasn’t about to tell him to stop when it felt so good. Already her sore muscles were a dim memory. Maggie released her stress, enjoying the rich tang of the massage oil and Connor’s steady breathing as he worked.
He stopped to get more oil and worked it into her breasts. He circled them, working closer and closer to her nipples. With a finger and thumb, he stroked them, tugging in a manner that sent a bungee cord of pleasure to her pussy.
“Does that feel good?”
“Superb,” she purred.
Gradually, he released the pleasure and worked upward, stroking her shoulders and rubbing in the oil until she turned limp and pleasure skimmed her body along with his touch.
“Turn over for me, Maggie.”
Her eyes flew open.
“May as well do the job properly, babe.”
She turned over, grinning into the pillows, despite a sliver of unease. Maybe Connor would get lucky tonight. Need pulsed through her. Although her muscles felt loose and limber, other parts of her grew decidedly tense. When he straddled her body again, the heavy weight of his erection pressed against her lower back. Her grin widened. Looked as if they’d both enjoy themselves tonight.
Connor started with her shoulders, nimble fingers rubbing, stroking and feathering her flesh until her mind wandered in blissful relaxation. He moved down her body, his talented hands working closer to her butt in all its naked glory. What would he do if she asked him to give her a swat or two?
