Half of it naked.
What would the bottom half look like?
No one would expect her to sleep with that mystery to solve.
She shrugged. “I can’t sleep. I’m awake now.”
“Don’t give up so quickly.” Sam pulled his hand away and her fingers curled, missing his touch. “Roll over on your stomach and let me loosen your neck and back muscles. Bet you’ll be asleep before you know it.”
He’d surprised her again when she would have expected him to say he could relax her if she’d shed her T-shirt. Would she have said yes? The fact that she questioned her answer meant her emotions were in a dangerous place right now.
“You’re never going to relax if you don’t stop thinking, babe,” he grumbled. “It’s just a back rub. I’m not going to attack you.”
Sadly, he sounded firm on that.
“Thanks, I just—”
“Stop,” he said gently. “Stop thinking. No explaining, just roll onto your stomach and let your mind unwind. Give up control for once.”
That last comment was a challenge.
She’d prove she was not a control freak, dammit.
Shoving the pillow away, she cleared an area where she could lay her face against the soft sheet. The sheet on her back slid down, stopping at just before her bum. Then the T-shirt pushed up over her head.
Her tits came alive, but she still demanded, “Hey, what are you doing?”
“I don’t want to massage a shirt. Chill out. I’m a pro at this shit.”
“Says you,” she chided him.
“You be the judge then.”
Another challenge.
When he had the shirt above her with her arms contained, he smoothed his hands over her back from top to bottom. Now more parts woke with her tits.
Simple moves any masseuse would make but Sam had her skin tingling, anxious to feel his hands. Her nipples puckered more and ached.
The bed moved as he knelt with a leg on each side of her thighs.
What now? She worried he’d realized the danger in this. “You change your mind?”Please say no.
He chuckled. “No. I’m warming my hands by rubbing them together.”
Before she could come up with another comment, those hands covered her shoulders again, hotter this time, and began working magic. She groaned from the feel of his fingers pressing deep into her tight muscles.
One hand went to her neck, gently but firmly massaging and searching for tight spots.
She had to admit she was relaxing like she hadn’t in a long time. His hands pushed and smoothed down her back as he worked slowly inch by inch, heading for her lower back.
During a pause, he slid the sheet lower, exposing her rump.
Using a light touch, he began to softly massage there.
Tension coiled deep inside her. She had felt nothing before like the heat stroking through her womb. She shivered.
He paused then his touch changed from deep muscle dives to light as a feather. What had begun to feel relaxing turned needy.
