“Whoa.” I topple down beside her, lost in the sensation of pleasure and gratitude. “You are amazing.”
“Mmm.” Her hands stroke over my chest.
“You have about ninety minutes to stop that,” I joke.
“Oh yeah?” She climbs over me, sliding her palms over my muscles with practiced expertise.
I melt into the bed, my eyes closed in ecstasy. “Was that what a masseuse does, then?” I tease, earning a nipple pinch before she massages me straight into the deepest, most relaxed sleep of my life.
ChapterNine
Sophie
I climb out of the shower and wrap a towel around my torso, stepping into my bedroom to fish a pair of bra and panties out of the dresser.
Joey sits on my bed, pulling on his socks. I massaged his back and gave it some energy when we woke up. After the way we played last night, I feel closer to him than I could have imagined possible. It took a lot of trust to surrender to him, and he definitely didn’t let me down.
“Al’s having a barbecue Sunday. I want you to come with me.”
My stomach twists. Sleeping with Joey is one thing. But family barbecues are a level I’m really not ready for. Especially not his family. Plus, he’s not my boyfriend. I may have agreed not to see other men, but we’re not in a committed relationship. He doesn’t have a right to demand things of my time.
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
He finishes dressing and stands. “I’m asking. Are you picking a fight?”
I hesitate. Probably.
I’ve been doing everything I can to push this guy away emotionally. Considering how close I feel to him this morning, it makes sense that part of me might be trying to drive a wedge between us now.
He walks around behind me and fists the back of my hair. “Hmm?” His growl is suggestive, and my body responds by melting and heating at the same time. Now that he knows my kink, he’s going to use it against me at every turn.
“Maybe,” I admit.
He turns me around without releasing my hair. The tough guy look slides away, replaced by an earnest expression. “I’m sorry if I sound bossy—it’s just the way I talk. It doesn’t mean I won’t bend for you.”
My heart thunders at his concession. How can he transition from bossman to considerate lover in the blink of an eye?
He slips his fingers inside my bra and rolls my nipple between them. “I thought you liked me being the boss of you. Are you going to let me be in charge?”
I want to say no because I understand he’s asking a serious question, but I can’t think straight with my head pulled back and my nipple being tortured. He withdraws his hand from my bra and reaches between my legs, running a finger inside the rim of my panties. A tremor runs simultaneously down both inner thighs.
“Are you, beautiful?” His finger lightly brushes over my moistened labia.
“Yes,” is all I can whisper.
“Good girl.” He leans forward, pressing his lips over mine with a hard, demanding kiss at the same moment his fingers pinch my clit. I shudder, a small orgasm rippling through me.
He releases me when it passes, looking satisfied with himself as he saunters to my dresser and starts going through my jewelry.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking at what you wear.” He picks up various pieces and examines them. “Is this what you like or what you can afford?”
I give him a withering look. “It’s what I like to wear.”
He holds up his hands, grinning. “Okay, okay. That’s why I asked.”
“I hate cheesy diamond heart pendants if that’s what you were wondering.” I cross to the closet and choose a blouse.