His eyes snap shut. "Dammit, I'm sorry." His eyes flick over my right shoulder, and I don't have to look to know that Callan, sitting at the next table, is watching us. "My mother can’t stand cashews. My sister doesn’t like peanuts. You hate coconut. You'll have to forgive me if I get those mixed up for a year or two."
Leaning in, I steal a kiss, then murmur loud enough for Callan to hear, "I'll forgive you if the chocolate caramel is for me."
"Done." He squeezes my knee as I laugh lightly.
We get through the rest of the evening without incident, even though we both suck at poker and don't do much better in the bridge tournament. Since we’re eliminated first, we spend some time carefully stacking houses of playing cards.
"It looks like the party’s winding down," Devin says. "Would it look terrible if we cut out now?"
He turns to see where the bosses are, flinching slightly when he twists too far.
"You need to be getting flat on your back before that muscle pull gets worse." I stand up and snap my fingers at him. "Seriously."
Devin's eyes meet mine as he leans in, wrapping an arm around me. “I really like when you take control that way. It's sexy as hell."
He squeezes my ass firmly as I smack his arm lightly. "Watch it, buddy. There are grown-ups around."
Eva catches my eye, winking and placing a finger over her lips as Devin takes my hand and we sneak out.
As soon as we’re safely back in our room with the door locked, Devin's hands land on my waist. "I completely screwed up with the coconut thing!" he whispers, mortified.
"I'm sorry. I should have mentioned that I don't eat seafood or coconut. Did Callan hear?"
"Pretty sure, yeah, but we covered it pretty well, I think." He releases me as we kick off our shoes and he starts a small fire. I could really get used to those.
"Yeah, it was fine. Also, I asked if the chalet has muscle rub in their first aid station, but they're fresh out."
"I appreciate you checking, but I’m good," he insists.
"Still…” I force myself to lower my shoulders, but it does nothing to calm the spiral of feelings fluttering inside me. "You massaged my shoulders and neck last night, saving me a lot of pain today. I could try to return the favor?"
My breath catches from the light that flares in his eyes. Devin is clearly into the idea of my hands on his skin. "Sure. Why don't we just change into our jammies first?"
"Good idea." I take my things to the bathroom, brushing my teeth extra carefully to get rid of the garlic from the pizza. When I come out, Devin is wearing nothing but his shorts, sprawled face down on the bed.
"You know, just lying like this feels pretty sweet."
"Good, that's a start." I rub my hands together quickly to make sure they're nice and warm before sitting beside him. "Is itright here?" I begin outlining the left side of his lower back, and slightly up to his spine.
"Yeah. Feel free to really grind your fist in there."
Even though Devin is a sculpted wall of muscle, I press into his skin gingerly, not wanting to hurt him. I use the palm of my hand at first, until I figure out the direction and pressure he prefers. Then I tighten my hands into fists, using the flat part of my fingers in a twisting motion, as if I'm tenderizing the muscle.
After a few moments of him stretching and shifting against my hands, he starts to relax. After a few more minutes, his shoulders have dropped, and his entire frame totally sags into the bed as if he were drunk.
"Hhhhunnngh," he groans. "That feels amazing."
I keep working, using my fingers, my fists, my palms. I focus on the painful area for a while, then do his entire back and shoulders before returning to the bottom left for some more twisting.
“Mmm…bit harder?” he mumbles.
My leg swings over so that I’m straddling his thighs, letting me use the weight of my torso to really get in there. When he groans again, I realize that I didn’t quite think this through.
Devin’s muscular legs are between my thighs. His toned ass is… well, I won’t be leaning forward any further. It’s so intimate, even though what I’m doing is relatively innocent.
“Oh yeah, right there,” he growls, his low voice sending a pulse through me.
I’m already breathing rapidly and a flush is spreading across my cheeks and throat. This is so sensual.
