I think of the guitar in my SUV. “Do you miss music?”
She takes her time answering that. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I did. But last night… when we went outside… a song was in my head.”
“Yeah? That’s good.” It’s fucking fantastic, but I stay low key.
“I guess it is. I… thought it was gone forever. But, I don’t know, that was just a few lyrics and a melody and… I don’t know.”
“It’ll come,” I say. “I know it.”
We finish our wine. The water cools, and we climb out of the tub. I help Nikki into one of the thick white bathrobes and put on the other to head into the bedroom. My dick is still half hard. I stand for a moment before walking over to my bag and digging around for the massage bar I packed. I set it on the table next to the bed, turn on the lamp and turn off the overhead light in the room, then turn on the gas fireplace. A fireplace in the bedroom. That’s top tier.
Nikki follows me, flushed and damp, the robe ridiculously large on her. “That was so good.”
“Good. Come lie down and let me make you feel even better.”
She gives me a look. “I told you I’ll be a total pillow queen.”
After a startled beat, I crack up. “That’s not what I mean.” I hold up the massage bar.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a massage bar.”
“Oh.”
“Take off the robe and lie down.”
Her lips curve into an appeased smile and she slowly tugs the belt of the robe in a provocative gesture.
She’s fucking killing me.
Naked, she lies face down on the bed and folds her arms beneath her head.
Her back view is spectacular. The light of the lamp and the fire illuminate all her smooth skin glowing against the white duvet. Her ass is a fucking work of art. I rub a hand over one cheek. “Nope. Not frozen.”
“Mmm. Not anymore.”
I start at her feet, gliding the massage bar over her warm skin so it melts into oil, digging my thumbs into her arches, massaging her heels. I work up over slender calves, then her thighs, kneading her hamstrings. Then it gets more fun when I slide the coconut and vanilla scented bar over her ass.
I love the sexy little sounds she’s making, which definitely sound like pleasure. “Okay?” I check in.
“Mmmm.” Her eyes are closed, her mouth settled in a soft curve.
I press into supple, smooth flesh, finding tight spots and digging in deeper, making her moan. And I can’t resist sliding my hand down the crack of her ass and between her thighs into soft feminine heat. She gasps. I stroke her there a couple of times before returning to her butt and then her low back.
I work my way up the sides of her spine, admiring the shapely curve of small muscles. I bend over to kiss a mole on her right shoulder blade, and dig my fingers into her traps.
“You’re so good at this,” she mumbles.
“Thanks. I’m usually the one getting the massage. But the trainers are a lot meaner than I’m being, and they don’t use lickable massage oil.”
“Is that a subtle hint that you want payback?”
“No! Not at all. This is for you.”
“Okay. But I think some time I’d like to put my hands all over your body.”
I smile. “That wish can be granted. Time to roll over.”
