His eyes roamed over her naked back.
‘In fact, you know what? I think I’ve got this, Kate,’ she heard him say quietly, and then she tensed, her body straining like a sail in a high wind, as across the room she heard the door open and click shut.
‘I don’t think this—’ she began. But her protesting words dried up in her mouth as she felt his warm hand slide gently down her back.
Suddenly it was as though she was unravelling, his fingers untying every nerve, loosening her resistance and her willpower.
She watched dazedly as he reached down and picked up an open jar.
‘Mandarin butter. Sounds delicious.’ Scanning the label, he smiled slowly, so that her heart began to bang violently against her ribs.
‘Apparently it releases the body into a state of euphoria. What’s not to like?’ he murmured as his fingers splayed out over her shoulders and heat flared over her skin like a gunpowder trail catching fire.
Daisy shivered, the bruising ache in her pelvis muting the alarm bells inside her head. His hands were gentle and firm, their warmth melting the butter. But it wasn’t only the butter that was melting. A liquid heat was seeping through her body, her insides were growing hot and tight, and her muscles were tensing around the ache that was spreading out with a slowness that made her want to moan out loud.
Her heart started to pound. Don’t just lie here. Get up. Tell him to leave. Tell him to stop touching you, she told herself desperately.
But, like someone in shock, she could only lower her head, her limbs growing heavier, blood thickening and slowing like treacle, her skin twitching restlessly beneath his touch. Her eyes fluttered and closed.
He didn’t need to learn how to massage, she thought dizzily, a shiver passing down her spine as his hands rippled over her body. He already knew exactly how to touch. And where...
Staring down at the pale curve of Daisy’s back, Rollo watched the pulse throbbing beneath her skin like a trapped moth and felt his body grow hard—painfully hard.
He’d expected her to be having some kind of beauty treatment. It was a spa, after all. But he hadn’t expected to find her on a bed, her naked body barely covered. Glancing down, he rested his gaze on the jutting sweep of her bottom, pushing against the towel, and lust ripped through him like a train.
She was so beautiful—and he wanted her so badly.
Unable to stop himself, he lengthened his strokes, caressing lower and lower still—until, with the breath twisting in his throat, he pressed his thumbs into the cleft at the base of her spine, his groin tightening as he felt her body shudder and arch upwards.
‘Rollo!’
Her voice—raw, husky, shivering with desire—broke into his passion-clogged brain like a thunderclap.
What the hell was he playing at?
He’d been on the verge of pulling her into his arms and letting his hands and mouth roam freely over that satin-soft skin.
His heart jolted forward. His blood was humming, his body taut, straining with desire like some hormonal teenage boy, and there was nobody to blame but himself. From the moment in his office when she’d looked up at him, dazed but defiant, he’d wanted her. And, as with every other woman in his life, he’d assumed that he was in control. That he could contain the chaos she’d unleashed inside him.
But when he’d walked into the spa the sexual tension between them had been like a brutal punch to the face. Seeing her on that
bed had knocked everything out of his head except the need to touch her. A need so primal and intense that he’d been incapable of doing anything but respond to it.
His pulse shivered and, fighting against the excruciating sting of frustration in his groin, he ran a finger lightly up over her spine to the base of her neck. Pushing aside the loose knot of blonde hair, he watched as her eyelashes fluttered open.
‘I think that might be enough euphoria for one day. Unless, of course, you’d like me to do your front, as well?’
His eyes rested on her face, his gaze so intent, so intimate that suddenly she felt a teasing heat tiptoe over her body like a ballerina en pointe.
She stared at him mutely—dazed, almost drugged by the shivering heat spilling over her skin.
Remembering how she had moaned his name, she felt her cheeks grow hot. Had he heard? Did he know the effect he’d had on her?
Meeting his cool, assessing gaze, she felt her stomach tense.
Of course he did!
Which was why she should never have let him touch her. Only it was too late to start having regrets now.