“Horses eat biscuits?”
“When Joe’s not looking.”
Cole laughed. “Fair enough, but no. That’s the base oil. I’m going to add something to it so, no, you won’t smell like a biscuit.”
He took the oil back and set it on the bedside table above my head. Then he retrieved two smaller bottles from the drawer, and I tried not to wonder if he’d thought of me when he’d put them there. Or were they for someone else?
The second option was none of my business, but I still didn’t want to think about it. So I didn’t. I followed Cole’s silent instruction to stand up and face him.
He put his hands on my shoulders, then slid them down my torso, coming to rest on my hips as he inched my sweatpants down, taking my underwear along for the ride. “Tell me if you want to stop. We can stay just like this if you want.”
“I want to see you.”
He smirked. “Then you’d better let me see you.”
It seemed a fair trade. Cole pushed my sweats all the way down, keeping his gaze locked on mine the whole time. They reached my ankles, and I kicked them away.
A shuddery breath escaped me. “Your turn.”
“You can do it for me if you want.”
He didn’t need to know how much I wanted to do it. I reached for his waistband with shaky hands. Stopped. And reached for it again. My fingers skimmed Cole’s abdomen. He snatched a quiet breath. “That’s it. Take them off.”
I eased his waistband over his hips and down his thighs. He wore no underwear, and it didn’t shock me. It felt right when I thought of him, which was a lot. Too much, probably, but right now, I didn’t care. I just wanted him as naked as I was.
The trousers reached Cole’s knees, then slipped to a puddle at his wonderful feet.
He kicked them away and stepped closer. “Get on the bed.”
I backed up and sat on the edge of his bed. My dick was rock hard and jutting out from my body, but... so was his. I drank in every inch of him, from the inked torso I’d already committed to memory to his dark body hair and narrow hips, before my gaze settled on his cock. It was thick and long, and I wanted to touch it so much my entire body thrummed. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
Cole grinned. “I like how you say that word.”
“Which word?”
“Fuck. It sounds amazing coming from your sweet mouth.”
“Um... thanks, I think?”
“Don’t thank me. Just keep saying it.”
“You want me to keep saying fuck?”
“Yeah. But only when you mean it.”
He’d lost me, but as he pushed me further onto the bed and instructed me to lie on my stomach, I forgot all about it. Cole tipped oil into a stone cup and added drops of whatever else he’d set out on the side. Spicy and herbal, the scent of it left me dizzy, and more heat swept over me, laced with a healthy dose of anticipation. I’d never had a massage in my life, least of all with a naked man while I was naked too. It was a trip.
Cole poured his witch’s brew of oil into his hand and rubbed his palms together. “This is sandalwood and ylang-ylang. It’ll relax you if nothing else.”
“What else does it do?”
“I guess we’ll find out.” Cole slid his hands over my shoulders and the back of my neck, deftly working out the tension in my muscles. “But whatever, try not to think, okay? Just feel.”
Just feel. Right. I figured it was something else I could add to my list of stuff that was easier said than done, but as Cole went to town on my back, it got easier. He rubbed his heated palms over every inch of exposed skin, my ankles, the backs of my thighs, and higher. When he reached my cheeks, he dripped more oil directly onto my skin and rubbed it in with slow, teasing strokes, his fingertips dipping in and out of my crease.
Breathing hard, I buried my face in my arms and tried not to rock my hips... and failed spectacularly. My dick was so hard my toes curled, and my balls had drawn up so tight they were pretty much hanging out of my mouth.
At least, that’s how I pictured them until Cole grazed them with his magic fingers. “Turn over,” he said softly. “I want to see you.”
