He chuckled. “You sore?”
Before I could answer, he rubbed his thumbs into the arch of my foot slowly. I couldn’t help the whimper that fell from my mouth. When his hands moved up to massage my calf, I had to nibble on my bottom lip to stop any more obscene, utterly inappropriate noises escaping.
“You know, I’m qualified in sports massage? It comes in useful when one of my crew pulls something on a job.”
“Uh-huh,” I replied, his magic hands stealing my words.
“Is that helping?”
I nodded, keeping my eyes firmly closed, because if I did, I could pretend this wasn’t hot as hell…Not hot, Helen. Repeat after me… not hot.
He switched to my other foot, making my heart rate pick up. When he moved to my other calf, butterflies danced in my stomach, making me want to squirm. I still refused to look at him.
“Where else does it hurt?”
I answered without thinking. “My thighs and shoulders.”
“Can I massage you there?” The timbre of his voice was so low, it danced over me like a feather, making my body shudder. There was no hiding my reaction, and I knew he’d have noticed.
“Yes.”What am I doing?My common sense screamed at me but my body… well, it was lost to his touch and it had no intention of telling him to stop anytime soon.
“Helen, look at me.”
I opened my eyes slowly, noticing instantly how dark his irises looked.
“Let’s start with your shoulders. Stand up.” He held out his hand, and I took it, allowing him to help me. He kept his body close. I could smell he was fresh out of the shower and there was the faintest hint of beer on his breath.
“Can I loosen this?”
I froze, remembering that I was wearing a wholly inappropriate outfit to be getting a sports massage from my son’s friend, who was way too young for me.
“I’m not sure…”
Jax picked up the end of the cord tied around my waist, the move making me want things I shouldn’t.
“How about you answer with what you want and not what you think you should want?”It was like he could read my thoughts.“I’m going to ask you again. Can I loosen this so I can help with your pain?”
My eyes locked on his and I tried to push away all my worries and reasons to say no. “Yes.”
His smile widened, and he pulled slowly. My nipples hardened and excitement flooded my panties, forcing me to tighten my thighs to ease the pressure that built there.
I thought he’d let my robe fall open, and I was almost disappointed when he didn’t. Instead, he loosened it, sliding one side off my shoulder before easing his finger under the strap of my pink bra.
Jax’s attention was focused on what he was doing, but his Adam’s apple moved slowly when he swallowed, as if he was forcing something down.
“Jax…” I whispered his name so quietly, I wasn’t sure if I was asking him to stop or praying he’d do more.
He didn’t reply or lift his gaze. Instead, he slipped my gown off the other shoulder, this time tracing his finger along mycollarbone before hooking it under my bra strap and easing it down so slowly that another surge of pleasure flooded my underwear, making me so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs.
I closed my eyes as images flickered through my mind; my nipple in his mouth, his hands on my hips, his cock dragging through my folds, covering himself in my arousal, telling me what a good girl I was.
A soft gasp escaped as I tried to pull myself together, reminding myself of all the reasons this was wrong—I’m too old, he’s my son’s friend, my lodger, he would never be interested—
“Helen, you’re pulling that face you do when you’re overthinking.”
Jax tied my robe again, leaving it off my shoulders, gathered around my elbows, my bra-covered breasts exposed.
I chewed my lip as I shook my head, afraid that if I tried to speak, my inner thoughts would spill out.
