A surprised smile brightened her eyes. "All right, big guy. On the table, on your back. Lose the shirt and shoes." For the second time tonight, she checked out my crotch. My cock wasn't one to stir at every warm breeze and short skirt, but this type of attention was something else altogether. "The shorts can stay unless they get in my way."
They're getting in my way.
April watched as I yanked my shirt over my head, sucking in a breath when my skin came into sight. She studied my chest, her eyes mapping each dip and ripple, before turning on her heel and busying herself at a small cupboard near the table.
"I know it's still really warm," she started, "but I was thinking we'd begin with hot stones to address some of the secondary strain you're experiencing in your hips and shoulders. Would that be okay, or do you think it would be too much heat for you?"
She pivoted as she tied a small apron around her waist. She stole another look at my abs, but she was frowning while she did it.
"What are you waiting for? Get on the damn table like you were told," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, gingerly hoisting myself onto the surface. I wasn't convinced this thing would hold my weight. As it was, my feet were dangling off the end, and my shoulders were extended over the sides.
"Mmm, you really are a big guy," she murmured, noticing my awkward position.
"You have no idea, honey." It was spoken under my breath, but April heard every word. That earned me an arched eyebrow and swatted shoulder, and it was entirely worth it.
"Now, tell me how you feel about heat. Is it too warm for hot stones? I don't want you pickling in your own sweat," she said.
"I can take as much heat as you have to give, ma'am," I said, smiling up at her.
And I'd really like some give and take with you.
"Yeah, I'd like to see you try," she murmured, a laugh lingering in her voice. Her expression sobered and she rubbed her palms together. "Here's what I'm thinking. We'll start with some deep tissue work, and we'll see what we can accomplish that way. I know you're a tough guy, but you have to speak up if anything is uncomfortable. We wouldn't want to make things worse."
"No, ma'am," I replied. I liked her all-business look just about as much as I liked her punny jokes.
I bet you're bossy in bed, too. Let's see how long I let you get away with that.
"Good, okay." She moved to the head of the table and set her palms on my breastbone. "Breathe in…and out," she said, pressing down.
April's hands smoothed over my chest and down my arms, and my body couldn't decide how to react. Her ministrations were both calming and arousing, and I wanted to keep both sensations close.
"How long have you been doing this, April?" I asked.
She hummed to herself as she slipped smooth—and really fucking hot—stones under my shoulder blades. "Massage for about six, um, seven years," she said. "Reiki and acupuncture are more recent studies, both in the past few years."
She moved more stones into place, and then did something amazing with her thumbs on my shoulder that had me releasing a soft moan. Stars danced behind my eyes. "Uh, that isincredible," I said.
Don't stop, honey. Don't stop.
April laughed as she moved to the other side. "Just remember that when you're sore tomorrow," she said.
You can leave me sore anytime you'd like.
"Looking forward to it," I said.
She dropped a hand to my sternum and leaned over to catch my eye. "You know, most people lie there, close their eyes, and enjoy the treatment," she said. "You can't just take it, can you?"
"I can take it," I said, grabbing the tail of her braid between my fingers when it slipped over her shoulder. She lifted an eyebrow but didn't comment, and I continued toying with her hair. It was silky, almost like satin. I thought about dragging those strands over my lips, feeling her softness and inhaling her scent.
April walked her thumbs up the back of my neck and I groaned at her touch. "How's the pressure?" she asked.
I will die right now if you stop.
She wasn't aiming for innuendo of any sort, not with the quiet, professional tone, but that was the only thing my ears heard. I tugged her braid, drawing her attention back to my eyes. "Harder," I said, grinning at the amusement in her smile. "I want it harder."
"That's what they all say," she murmured.
