Her heart constricted inside her chest, and those tingles picked up their intensity. But she pushed that all aside, lifted up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. “Careful, Scott Dixon, or I might just fall in love with you.”
She was up and into his arms, squealing, before she knew what was happening. His strides were long and true, and they were inside his very manly, very tidy bedroom in no time. “Didn’t you know, Eva,” he said, staring down at her, “that’s the plan?”
“I thought licking every inch of me was the plan,” she said with a giggle, looping her arms around his neck. They were standing at the foot of his bed now, the dark brown duvet with blue trim just demanding to be chucked to the floor in a heap as they got all tangled up in the sheets.
“That’s all part of the plan of getting you to fall in love with me.” His brows knitted together, and his gaze grew serious. “It’s a very complex plan, you know. Many layers.” Then he tossed her onto the bed like she was no more than a stuffed animal. She squealed again as her butt made contact with the mattress and she bounced.
He pounced on her after the second bounce, stopping her from doing a third and pinning her body beneath his. She grinned up at him, her arms finding their way around his body, her hands fanning out across the solid expanse of his back.
“First,” he purred, “I’m going to take off all your clothes, as promised.”
His lips landed on her shoulder at the same time his fingers began to peel the sleeves of her top down over her arms. Every kiss was exquisite, every light, gentle brush of his fingers divine, sending a ripple of pleasure careening through her only to end up smack dab between her legs, where her soaked pussy now throbbed for him.
“Then, I’m going to spoil you,” he murmured, trailing his wet, hot tongue over her collarbone and down to where the swells of her breasts now tumbled out the neck of her top. He was still pulling her shirt down and over her body, inch by luscious inch. “Massage away your aches and pains. Dissolve your stress and worries. And, if you happened to have an orgasm while I’m doing it, all the better.”
Her shirt was now all the way down around her waist, her strapless bra doing a piss-poor job of containing her breasts, since she was on her back. It took little effort on his part to relieve her breasts of her bra entirely, and within an instant, her nipple was in his mouth.
A sharp inhale caught in her chest when he scissored his teeth over her tight, sensitive bud, the other nipple between his fingers being equally tortured.
His tongue meandered across the valley of her breasts to the other nub, and he raked his teeth over that one too. “Arch your back, babe,” he murmured against her skin.
She did as she was told, and he made deft work of her bra clasp, tossing her bra to the floor. Her shirt came next, then her skirt. He was getting down to business. She was left in nothing but her panties now. Pale blue, but a noticeable darker blue where she was unable to control her arousal. With his mouth still teasing her breasts and his fingers roaming her naked body, she was already close to coming. Until the heel of his hand cupped her mound, that is. Then she was really close to coming.
He pressed gently, then harder.
“I love that you get so wet,” he purred, slinking down her body, his lips never more than an inch away from her flesh. He hovered over her mound now and her hips voluntarily leapt off the bed toward his face and his heated breath.
“Eager, are we?” He kissed her clit over her panties, and of their own volition once again, her hips jerked up to meet him. He chuckled and kissed her again.
She groaned, her fingers making their way forcefully into his hair. She tugged. “Scott … ”
“I have a plan,” was all he said, hooking his fingers into the sides of her underwear and sliding them down her legs. “Just wait. The wait is half the pleasure. Half the fun. Don’t you think?”
She groaned in frustration and shook her head, her hair splaying out all around her in an arc of fire. “I’m not sure I agree,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Anticipation can be an incredible aphrodisiac,” he said, bringing her panties up to his nose and inhaling, shutting his eyes.
She gaped at him.
When he opened his eyes, his grin was downright wicked, almost a little frightening. But it wasn’t actually scary. More like thrilling. Like when you get spooked on a rollercoaster or in a haunted house.
“Roll over, babe,” he ordered, climbing off the bed and walking over to the dresser against the far wall.
She did as she was told and shut her eyes. She’d gone hard at the gym earlier, and her muscles were tired. If she wasn’t about to have some earth-shattering sex in a moment, she could very well fall asleep. And she nearly did until Scott reapplying his weight on the bed caused it dip on one end.
She opened her eyes to find the room lit by close to a dozen candles. It was beautiful and romantic, and she felt herself fall just a little bit more for the man. Todd had never done anything like this for her—no man had.
Scott was doing just as he promised. He was spoiling her.
He wasn’t naked, but he’d removed his pants and was now in just sexy black boxer briefs, and his dress shirt was on but open. With a bottle in his hand, he straddled the back of her thighs. “Just relax,” he whispered, squeezing some yellow-tinted oil into his palm. The scent of it wafted over her shoulder, and it smelled magnificent.
Leaning over, he pushed the heels of his palms into her shoulder blades, which somehow proved to be a button for her to shut her eyes again because she did. And then everything went a little blissfully blurry for a while.
Scott’s powerful hands kneaded and prodded, massaged and caressed her tired, aching muscles until they really were nothing but pudding by the end. He had magic fingers, strong and capable. She caught herself groaning a couple of times from how good it felt, only for his thumbs on the back of her neck to lull her back into that fuzzy state where you’re not quite asleep but not quite awake either.
After he’d devoted an immeasurable amount of time to her back, shoulders and buttocks, he slipped off her thighs.
“Do you want me to roll over?” she asked groggily.
“Not yet.” With the speed of a sloth, she pried one eye open and craned her neck around to look at him. He stood at the foot of the bed and squirted more of that delicious-smelling oil into his hands. “I’m not done.” Those hands were back on her, starting at her feet and gliding up her leg on either side. All the way up to the apex of her thighs.
When his fingers brushed her pussy lips, she trembled beneath his touch, and her breath hitched.
Up and down he raked his hands along her leg, drawing out the last of her energy with each stroke. And with each pass, his fingers probed just a little bit farther, until when he switched legs, his fingers pushed inside her just a tad.
She clenched around him when he breached her, desperate to keep him there just a bit longer, but he would click his tongue and retreat from her heat, sliding his hands back down her leg.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out from the buildup of anticipation mixed with the relaxation of the massage, he removed his hands from her completely.
She was unable to stop the whimper that rattled up from her chest and past her lips. Her body was in instant mourning. The loss of his touch was nearly too much to bear.