The standoff that ensued lasted only a blip of a second, but it still felt like an eternity. The air thickened between them and then he lay face down.
She straddled his thighs and worked the muscles of his back. The noises of appreciation he made were excellent and by the time she’d worked her way up to his neck, she was hot and bothered and pretty certain he was, too.
This was the part that got dicey. The part where a girl should just confirm that they were on the same page. Yes, he kissed her at the beach. And he had asked her to spend the night with him—but that might not have been sexual. That was more of a "loosen up" invitation.
He’d also said they were staying in separate rooms—which of course made sense because he couldn’t actually just assume they were going to stay in the same bed.
Blah, she hated this part. The uncertainty of what came next… what he expected and even wanted.
And, truly, what she wanted, too.
Chapter Fifteen
MACH
Damn,maybe he should’ve taken off his shirt? Was that standard protocol for a neck rub?
Fuck if he knew.
But it didn’t matter, since there was no way he could roll over with the raging boner in his jeans. So he closed his eyes and figured Darla wouldn’t have any issue giving him instructions if she wanted the shirt gone. He’d bet that she dished out directions like a pro once she got out of her own head, and she’d get off on it, too.
That made his body heat even further in entirely inappropriate ways. He needed a distraction or something to take his mind off his dick—
"Right here?" she asked as her hands pressed into the spot between his shoulder blades that’d been giving him shit the entire flight.
"Uh-huh," he said.
Her fingers worked the muscle fibers, and her thumbs pressed into the ache in a way that made his entire body start to relax.
Her hands moved but she didn’t stay in one place long and then the press of her fingers trailed along his spine to his lower back to the edge of his shirt. She pulled it up, exposing the skin, and there wasn’t anything inappropriate about this scenario. They’d been in the pool together in a helluva lot less clothing than this.
And yet…
Her hands were on him, and his skin tingled when she touched him. He wanted to moan and make noises that would definitely make them both uncomfortable. His dick even twitched, begging for a little action, but he ignored it.
She used her elbow to follow the curve of his muscle to his hip and somehow when she worked that muscle his neck relaxed further.
"How’d you know to do that?" he asked, as she rubbed circles on his lower back that miraculously also released the stress in his neck.
"My neck hurts, so she rubs my hips?" he said to neither of them, but also both of them.
"The parts of the body all work together. Everything’s connected," she said as she continued with the methodical circles.
"No kidding." He grunted as she dug part of her elbow into his lower back.
He practically saw stars. Good stars. Universal alignment stars.
Thing was, he was a normal guy with a standard sex drive, so he should not be worried about nutting on the sofa because she pushed on his back like that. But here he was face down and hoping he wouldn’t have to spend tomorrow buying new furniture.
"I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve noticed a connection like this," she pushed harder.
He was so fucked because the squeaking noise totally came from him. He wasn’t even ashamed because anyone else in that position with her elbow in that place would’ve made the same sound.
But then she moved her elbow, and damn, his shoulders sighed in relaxed bliss. Somehow through all of that, he was still aroused, and now his neck felt a helluva lot better.
"See?" she asked, patting his lower back right at the edge of his jeans. "It’s all about the connections."
"Connections like you pressing on my back to make my neck feel better?" He turned his head so he could talk without his words muffled in the cushions.
