“I’m pretty sure I can spread it around just fine without looking.”
His finger circles again. “Around.”
“No.”
His jaw tenses before he slowly crowds my space, forcing my hands to grip the counter behind me as he looks down at me.
Holy shit.
“Are you always this stubborn when someone’s offering you help? Or do you just want me to say please?”
I swallow hard because a minute ago, I would’ve snapped back, stating that offering help doesn’t require me actually needing it. But thepleasepart is doing something to me. Something wet and warm, because he doesn’t strike me as someone who says that. I blink up at him and try to sound braver than I feel, considering I’m trapped by his massive frame.
“I don’t even know you.”
“You know I like to take outdoor showers.”
I bite my lip as my eyes almost pop out of my head.Dear god, he knows.
Brody smirks. “Stop making this weird. Just let me help you. Turn around.” He leans in closer and whispers in my ear, “Please.”
How I manage to keep my whole body from shuddering, I couldn’t say, but I do it. He barely steps back, giving me room to obey, and despite being a reasonable and rational person, I do just that, slowly glancing over my shoulder as my body shifts.
But if I needed a reason to validate this insanity, the satisfied look on his face would do it.
Brody takes a step closer to me, bringing the spliced plant leaves down to my backside.
“This might be cold.”
I barely get out a nod before I feel the slimy texture against my rump. More goose bumps bloom, so I look at him over my shoulder again. Our eyes meet.
I’m fully aware I’ve entered the hypersexual part of desperation, but I swear, even under normal circumstances, this would feel erotic.
He slowly runs the gel-like slime up and down my ass, each swipe slow and methodical. His Adam’s apple bobs, and I blink. The room feels smaller somehow too. Like we’re in a bubble.
He licks his bottom lip before he glances down at what he’s doing.
“You’ll need to let it dry before you put clothes over it.”
His voice is deeper, more husky.
I nod, briefly letting my mind wander over the idea of him squatting down and blowing over my skin to dry it.
I’m sure the tension I’m feeling is only felt on my side, but it’s still overwhelming, so I try to relieve it as I look away.
“I’m scared to ask…but what did my sister say about me?” I bite the inside of my cheek before I add, “You said she never stopped yapping.”
He switches sides with the aloe as he speaks. “She told us how great you were. All about you guys as kids. In her defense, there was a lot of downtime in Hawaii. Opening a new retreat always leaves room for long, tired nights after setup.”
I’m momentarily pulled from my more illicit thoughts.
“So you guys met in Hawaii?”
“Yeah. She and Scottie are pretty well-known for their tantric yoga sessions, so it was a no-brainer to bring them on board when we expanded out onto the islands.”
I cock my head, glazing over the tantric yoga part.
“Oh. So you guys own these retreats?” I suddenly remember my sister telling me how it was a global company.They’re so young.“You’re a baby. How old are you?”
