‘Oh.’ He glanced around the room. ‘Oh!’
Well, hell. He liked her idea a whole lot better. He took a step towards her, but she backed away. Nervously, she rubbed one bare foot on top of the other.
‘A massage,’ he said, holding up his hands. ‘Whatever you want.’
She licked her lips, and his willpower wavered. If she kept doing that, he’d be hard pressed to keep his promise.
She glanced at the table one more time. Finally, she levelled a look at him.
‘My legs hurt. That misogynist who runs this place makes me do lunges.’
He couldn’t help it; he laughed. ‘The bastard.’
‘Yeah, the bastard.’
He grinned and, although it cost him, he turned his back. ‘Climb up there on the table, and I’ll see if I can help.’
She paused for a moment, but then he heard rustling sounds. They only infused his curiosity. Was that her robe falling to the floor? His cock swelled, and he had to shift his tool belt once again. He heard the sound of cotton slipping against cotton and knew she was crawling between the sheets on the table.
His fingers flexed. She was naked underneath that sheet. She was naked and waiting for him to touch her. Slow, he reminded himself. Pouncing was unacceptable.
‘You’d better be good,’ she said, trying to tease, but still showing her nerves. ‘If you gyp me, I’m demanding to see Paul.’
Oh, she wasn’t going to get gypped. He’d be so good she’d forget all about Paul and his so-called magic hands.
Slowly, Jake turned. Just looking at her in the candlelight made his fingers ache. He approached the table carefully.
‘How does your neck feel?’ he asked, tapping the padded ring in which she rested her face. ‘Is this adjusted all right?’
‘It’s fine.’
‘OK, Goldie. Just relax.’ With a deep breath, he reminded himself to do the same. Soft, sultry music played in the background as he painstakingly removed the sheet from her right leg and tucked it aside. His gaze automatically clapped onto her curves. Damn, she had the best legs in town. He wished he could take some credit, but those lunges she complained about had just helped to tone what was already damn near perfect.
He rolled his shoulders. She wasn’t the only one who was tense. ‘Any problem areas?’ he asked.
She lay very still.
‘My calves are tight,’ she finally admitted. ‘I made the mistake of wearing those high-heeled boots yesterday.’
He’d seen those boots. ‘Those weren’t a mistake.’
To his amazement, he found his hands shaking as he squirted a liberal amount of almond oil into the palm of his hand. He warmed it before settling his hands onto her foot.
Her head instantly popped up out of the support ring. ‘Oh!’
‘Tender?’
‘No, it’s just that…Well, Hawk was right.’
‘Right about what?’ he asked as he pressed his thumb into the arch of her foot.
She groaned. ‘Nothing. Shoes…’
He dug his knuckles into the ball of her foot, and she settled back down into a relaxed position.
‘It doesn’t matter,’ she said with a sigh.
No, it didn’t. In this room, the only thing that mattered was him taking care of her. With the candles glowing and the music playing, he massaged her foot and each one of her toes. Working deliberately, he moved up her leg. Her skin just begged to be touched, and his fingers couldn’t get enough of her silky smoothness.
At least she wasn’t as cramped as she’d been the day before. She must have followed his advice, but her muscles were still tight. He started out slowly, using long strokes to warm her muscles and encourage them to loosen on their own. The more stubborn ones warranted more acute attention, though, and he gave it to them. He worked deep, drawing out the pain, but kept up the sweeping, soothing motion that would draw the toxins away.
Except she wasn’t as soothed as he would have liked.
By the time he got to her hamstrings, high on the back of her leg, she was squirming.
‘Relax,’ he whispered.
‘Trying,’ she said tightly. ‘It’s just that…oh!’
His hands slipped to her inner thighs, and her body arched like a bow. The tension in the room thickened. When she didn’t say anything, the temptation became too much. He started to edge his hands up under the sheet.
Her head popped out of the support ring again.
‘So how did shopping with Liz go last night?’ she blurted. ‘Did you find her a swimsuit?’
His hands stopped mid-motion. She wanted to talk about Liz? Now?
Danger signs flared in his head. He should’ve known she wouldn’t let him off that easily. ‘Yeah, we found something that will work. Lie down now.’
Her leg shifted ever so slightly under his touch. ‘Tell me about this bodybuilding competition.’
He swore under his breath and moved his hands back down to a less dangerous spot. ‘It’s not bodybuilding; muscle mass isn’t the goal. It’s a fitness competition.’
He covered her leg with the sheet and moved to the other side of the table. The music and candles weren’t doing the trick any more. She was tenser than ever when he started working on her other leg. He barely touched her, and her muscles jumped.
‘So what does Liz have to do? Run an obstacle course?’
He sighed. She was going to make him work for this. He should have pounced when she’d first started to strip for him. ‘It’s harder than that. The fitness round is a high intensity, choreographed routine that displays both strength and athleticism. Competitors are also judged in swimsuit and evening gown rounds.’
‘Evening gowns?’ Her head slowly turned, and the candlelight reflected off the blonde highlights in her damp hair. Her eyes narrowed. ‘So the Lizard isn’t a muscle-bound freak with veins popping out of her neck?’
The Lizard?
He let the comment pass. Reaching up, he cupped the back of Roma’s head and coaxed her back down. ‘Judges don’t go for that type of thing. They’re looking for tone, symmetry, strength, flexibility and endurance.’
He ran his finger down her leg. ‘Something like this, in fact.’
She let out a harrumph that wasn’t even halfway muffled by the headrest. ‘So, basically, Liz is a ramped-up beauty queen. That’s great. Just great.’
Jake had had enough. He didn’t want to talk about Liz or work. He needed her concentration back on them – and he knew exactly how to get it. Determinedly, he spread his hands over her bottom. Before she could say another word, he squeezed.
Her hips came right up off the table. ‘Jake!’
The position was pure hedonism – ass lifted, head down. Jake felt his cock harden as the music swelled and the candlelight danced.
‘If you put your mind to it, you could be my star pupil next year.’ Unable to help himself, he began kneading her luscious curves. ‘What do you say, Goldie?’
‘Me?’ she gasped.
Her fingers dug into the sheet beneath her, but he didn’t ease up. He’d given her way too much time to think already.
‘With these lines? Sweetheart, you’d blow the competition away.’ He leant down and whispered in her ear. ‘I’m willing to put in the hours if you are.’
‘Oh,’ she groaned. Helplessly, she rubbed her bottom against his hands.
That was more like it.
Before she could regain her self-control, he moved up the table and pulled the sheet loose from around her shoulders. Carefully, he folded it down low on her hips. Her back was beautiful, all soft and sleek. He trailed his finger down her spine. ‘Now relax and let me make you feel good.’
She inhaled shakily, but went quiet. Music filled the room. Watching her intently, Jake oiled up his hands. They both sighed when he cupped her shoulders. Something incredible happened whenever their bodies came into contact. It was a phenomenon he wanted to investigate in more detail.
He used a firm touch, and her skin warmed in re
sponse. He worked his magic, staying in one area before sweeping up and down, looking for another. When he pressed his thumbs to the base of her neck, she moaned as if she’d died and gone to heaven.
It was his turn for a little bit of heaven, too.
‘Roll over, Roma,’ he said hoarsely.
When he didn’t lift the sheet up to cover her, she went stock still. The music played on, though, and eventually her hands slowly came up from her sides. Bracing her palms against the table, she turned.
Jake’s breath caught in his throat. God, she was incredible.
Her lavender eyes were huge as she looked at him, but he couldn’t say anything. It was all he could do to breathe. He watched her full breasts sway as she rolled onto her back. She settled down, but her breasts stood proudly with her nipples perking up into the air.
Light from the candles flicked over her until he had to touch, too.
Reaching out, he cupped one big breast in each hand. She gasped and shifted, but he flicked her nipples with his thumbs and she arched into him. ‘Like that?’ he whispered.
‘God, yes.’
Two quick squirts from the bottle at his belt resupplied him with oil. He reached for her again, and the slickness of his touch made them both groan. Her nipples stiffened as he played with them, and her eyes clouded over with desire.
‘My turn,’ she said a little desperately. Reaching out, she began tugging at his T-shirt. ‘I want to touch you, too.’
‘It’s your massage, baby.’
She yanked the T-shirt up and laid two hot hands on his chest. It was all the argument Jake needed. Letting go of her for the briefest of seconds, he pulled off his shirt and threw it across the room. He shuddered, though, when she caught at his tool belt. She found the oil and soon her hands were hot and slick upon him.
The touch nearly brought him to his knees.
They caressed each other, daring to find who had the most dangerous hands. It was a toss-up, but as much as he loved her legs, Jake was a breast man. He knew how to work them, and her nipples were the most responsive he’d ever seen. He plucked and pinched until they glowed like two bright-red beacons.
‘Jake,’ Roma said, her voice tight. She was squirming so wildly, she was in danger of falling off the table.
He was feeling the urgency, too. Reaching down, he flicked back the sheet. ‘Panties,’ he said in surprise.
She was wearing pretty peach panties.
He let out a shuddering breath. ‘Goldie, is there a colour you don’t own?’
He slid his oiled fingers down her middle and her belly quivered. As much as he liked her taste in underwear, he wanted them off. Leaving her abruptly, he rounded the table until he stood at her feet. Reaching up, he caught her panties with both hands. ‘Lift,’ he ordered.
Her teeth bit into her lower lip, but then her hips swivelled. It made his mouth go dry. Without much finesse, he pulled her panties off her and caught her ankles. Boldly, he spread her legs.
And promptly forgot his own name.
Uncomfortable under the scrutiny, Roma bent one leg at the knee and propped herself up onto her elbows. Her breasts bounced seductively. She was breathing heavily, but she wasn’t backing down. ‘Are you just going to stand there and look?’
‘Not on your life.’
Jake began tearing off his clothes. He’d planned to finish the massage first, but his plans had just been shot to hell. Thank God. His shoes went, then his socks. He pushed his pants down his legs, taking his briefs with them. He kicked them all aside and vaulted onto the table with her.
It teetered dangerously, and Roma gasped.
‘It’ll hold,’ he promised.
For how long, he didn’t know. With what he had in mind, it might give way halfway through.
Like that would stop him.
‘Hurry,’ she said, reaching for him.
He crawled up the table and knelt between her spread legs. There was barely room for her to keep her heels on the narrow table. He reached for the oil in the belt still cinched about his waist.
But she beat him to it.
Sitting up, she lavishly filled her hands with the slick liquid. Before he had anything to say about it, she caught his raring cock.
He jolted, and the table groaned ominously.
‘I told you I wanted to touch you.’
Jake gritted his teeth. ‘Do you hear me complaining?’
She had a wicked touch, and she wasn’t shy. She pumped both hands up and down him, but her fingers were curious. They traced up the length of him and tickled his sensitive tip. His hips bucked and, devil that she was, she did it again.
‘Goldie,’ he warned.
‘You got to play yesterday,’ she said. ‘I didn’t.’
‘You played fine,’ he growled. Reaching down, he got his own supply of oil. Circumventing the hands that were busy on his private parts, he found his way to her pussy. She was plump and wet. Still, she squeaked when he brushed her clit.
Leaning forwards, he kissed her hard. Using his weight, he pressed her back down onto the table. Their mouths mated as their touches became more and more intimate. She cupped his balls. He thrust his fingers into her. She rubbed her thumbs into his pubic hair. He plucked at her clit.
‘You’re going to slide home today,’ she whispered against his lips.
That sounded good to him.
He explored deeper between her legs and rubbed his middle finger over the bud of her anus. She shook like an earthquake and drew her legs towards her chest. Her hands left his cock and wrapped around his back. ‘Time to score, big guy.’
He kissed her again and aligned their bodies. Her ankles crossed behind his back, and he thrust. She was so hot and tight, he just about exploded right then and there. Settling deep within her, he fought for air.
‘Oh, God,’ she groaned.
She flexed her hips, and the heat was almost too much for Jake to bear. He began to move, and the candlelight danced with them. Their bodies were so slick with oil, there was nearly no friction. Just hardness against softness, heat and thick pleasure.
‘That feels so good,’ Roma said. She urged him on, murmuring desperate sounds.
Jake thrust harder and faster.
He was going deep, but the weight around his waist kept him from fucking her like he wanted. The damn tool belt. He’d forgotten to take it off. He reared upright, and her arms and legs clenched about him. They didn’t let him get far.
‘Let go, babe. Just for a moment.’
She opened her hazy eyes, but saw the problem. ‘Damn props,’ she muttered.
Their hands batted against each other as they fought with the buckle riding low on his hips. It finally gave way and the entire thing – belt, bottles, tubes and all – hit the floor with a thud.
Catching her about the waist, Jake sat back on his haunches. He tilted her hips up to meet him. ‘Now, let’s get down to business.’
She let out a peep. ‘You mean we weren’t before?’
He moved more intently. Without the tool belt, his hips could swing free.
‘Ooooh,’ she groaned. ‘We weren’t.’
The table creaked out of time with the music as he set up a harsh rhythm. Roma’s upper body twisted and her legs wrapped around him once again. He reached up to catch her juddering breasts.
‘Jake!’ she cried.
She went a bit frantic underneath him and, suddenly, everything inside of her clamped down. Her fingers bit into his shoulders, and her heels dug into his back. Her pussy clenched tight, and she surged up against him.
‘Damn, Roma!’ Jake clung to his control, fighting not to join her. It was too soon. He wasn’t ready for it to end yet. He’d just gotten started.
Gritting his teeth, he held out. He kept his thrusts deep and steady as he watched her. The pleasure on her face was almost as erotic as the connection of their bodies. He fucked her until she sagged back against the table.
It took only seconds for her to realise that he hadn’t join
ed her. Her eyes snapped open, and he would have smiled if his jaw weren’t so tense.
‘Oh, no, you don’t,’ she growled. ‘You’re not going to do this to me again.’
Reaching down between their bodies, she let her oiled fingers play. She rubbed his drawn-up balls, and he swore as pleasure, razor sharp in its intensity, seared him. Ready or not, he began to come.
It seemed to go on forever until he fell heavily onto her. She let his weight press her into the table and their bodies clung.
‘I had more in mind,’ he murmured into her soft hair.
‘No reason to use up all your tricks in one day.’
Contentment swept through Jake. He’d had to wait, but damn, it had been worth it. Sighing, he placed a kiss on her temple. ‘I like vo-di-doing with you.’
‘Yeah,’ she said softly. ‘Me, too.’
He shifted atop her so she’d be more comfortable and cupped his hand over her breast. Being with her was so comfortable. For a long time, they just enjoyed the feel of each other. Her fingers trailed up and down his spine as his played softly with her nipple.
‘Simple and straightforward,’ she whispered.
He lifted his head and found her lost in thought. ‘What?’ he asked.
Her lavender eyes flared when she realised that she’d spoken aloud – and that he’d caught her. ‘Oh, nothing.’
He gave her a nudge. ‘What’s simple and straightforward?’
She swallowed hard. ‘It’s just that Hawk said…’
‘You seem to be talking with him a lot these days.’
‘Jake, I need a good-looking man on my arm when I walk into that reunion. Will you go with me?’
He grinned. Well, hell, she should talk to Hawk more often. ‘It’s about damn time you asked me that. Goldie, it would be my honour.’
Chapter Eight
Roma wasn’t ready when the doorbell rang. Today was shopping day, but she’d gotten wrapped up in other things. Putting down the box of photos, she hurried to the door. ‘Hey, Missy,’ she said, smiling. ‘Come on in.’
Missy looked around, her eyes wide. ‘Wow. It looks like a cyclone struck in here.’
‘That would just be me on one of my tears,’ Roma said. She swiped up a yearbook from a chair and encouraged her friend to sit down. Her normally tidy living room was strewn with photographs, banners and various other high school mementos. ‘The schedule of reunion events arrived in the mail this morning. It really got me going.’
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