Page 87 of Hexed & Hazy

“It’s everything. Thank you.” She takes the ball of yarn, her fingers brushing against mine. “I’ll work on this, and you go buy that oil. I wasn’t joking about the massage.”

“Deal.”

Chapter 28

Seth

Aside from the hotel problems at the start, everything goes pretty close to right. She spends so much time knitting that she practically finishes the sweater I’ve seen her working on for the last year, and we get through several movies: a few cheesy horrors and a documentary she promised would be on the shorter side. We cuddle, kiss, and it’s worth all the hassle to be here with her. Alone. No distractions. Exactly what we needed.

Laurel texts a few times to let me know how Mom is doing, and other than that, I couldn’t ask for a more peaceful night.

When she’s done knitting and the quiet of the night settles over us…

“I think it’s time for your massage.” I press a kiss to her shoulders. “Get naked.”

She lifts a brow. “Very unprofessional.”

“It’s about to get a lot more unprofessional.” I slide off the bed and take out the bottle of oil—supposedly charmed by a love witch, but I know it won’t be as powerful as anything I could get from Lupine Apothecary. I should have planned better.

She turns her back to me like she’s still shy, even after everything we’ve done together, and pulls her shirt off over her head. Her bra is quick to follow. I drag my gaze over her back—the soft rolls, plush hips, and the curve of her breasts are visible even from behind.

Her skirt goes next, revealing thick thighs and ass cheeks hidden only by her underwear. She keeps those on as she moves into the bed, lying on her stomach and glancing back with fuck-me eyes. Such a tease.

My cock is already hard, and I grip the bottle of oil more tightly than intended, moving to her side.

“Where do you carry your tension?” I rub the oil on my hands and squirt it onto her back.

She chuckles. “Everywhere. Just wait, you’ll see.”

Honestly? I’m not qualified for this. I might have rubbed my teammates’ necks a few times after a rough practice, but I’ve never done anything like this. Rowan and I were supposed to hire a professional, and I wish we could have, but…

I’ll do my best.

Maybe professional isn’t what she’s looking for. She groans as I rub my hands over her back, sinking my fingers into soft skin and knotted muscles. The vibration goes right to my dick, but I ignore it in favor of pressing my hands in, doing my best to knead out any bit of stress.

And she was right—there’s a lot of it. I groan as I sink my fingers into her shoulders. “You are tense.”

“And you’re hard.” She opens an eye, smiling. “I can feel it against my side, you know. So much for professionalism.”

“Shh.”

I don’t want her to worry about me. This is supposed to be about her—it’s all supposed to be about her, but when I move down to her ass, I’m not doing myself any favors. My breath is loud in my ears as I dip my fingers under the fabric and knead.

Without saying a word, she lifts her hips and wiggles the underwear down her thighs. I leave them there, careful not to let my fingers graze against her core as I rub her ass.

“That’s nice,” she says with a sigh.

“Yeah?” My voice comes out hoarse, and I rub harder, taking her ass in both hands.

“Yeah…” She arches, arousal glistening between her thighs.

It would be so easy to touch her, but I don’t, clearing my throat. “Why don’t you flip over for me, beautiful?”

I help her take off her underwear, and she turns onto her back, her breasts moving with each motion. How am I supposed to last through this? There’s a tent in the front of my pants, and she stares right at it as I rub her calves, her thighs, teasing so close to her warm pussy.

I move up to her belly, soft and round, pushing my fingers in. Her chest heaves with each breath. “Is this okay?”

Rowan’s body has changed over the last few years, and she’s as beautiful to me as ever, but I know this is a sensitive spot for some people. When she nods, it feels like she trusts me—and I want to be worthy of that.