I shiver and do what he says, setting my mass of tresses to the side.
“Can I...” He clears his throat. “Do you mind if I sit on you?”
“Go for it.”
“I promise I won’t squish you.”
He can flatten me like a board. I’m game.
I close my eyes as he parks himself on my ass. Oh, God. I shouldn’t be this turned on. He’s sitting on me, and I’m pulsing like a disco ball.
He drizzles the cool oil across my bare shoulders. First, he rubs it in in slow strokes, methodically slicking it up to my shoulder blades and down to my waist. Then his big, calloused hands gently press into me and knead my muscles.
Sweet sassy molassey, that feels good. I lower my face into the bed and stretch my arms above my face. I don’t care that I can’t breathe.
He works me over for several long minutes, turning me into a limp noodle.
Leaning forward, he takes both of my wrists in his hands and slowly drags his hands down until he reaches my shoulders again.
His hot breath brushes against my ear. “You ticklish?” he asks as his fingers stroke under my arms and then to the sides of my breasts.
I swallow back a moan and shake my head. “Not ticklish.” I pause when his fingers brush against my ribs, and I let out a giggle. “Okay, not that ticklish.”
“Mmm. Found the sweet spot, huh?”
And then the jerk digs in a little, and I squeal and try to buck him off. He flattens his giant body on mine, not enough to suffocate me. Just enough to keep me immobile.
“I guess I’m at your mercy. Do we need a safe word?”
He chuckles. “Do you want one?”
“Not unless you’re planning to tie me up.” I don’t know where that idea comes from because I’ve never done it before.
He nuzzles against my neck as his enormous erection juts against my ass, and I arch up.
“Wasn’t planning to tie you up. But I won’t say I’m not intrigued.”
“Never been tied up before,” I gasp as he sets a particularly yummy rhythm against my rear. “Have you ever done that?” I swallow. “Used rope?”
Please say no. All of a sudden, envisioning him with other women feels like torture.
“Can’t say that I have.”
“Mmm.”
After a beat of silence, he clears his throat. “We might need to do a little research to avoid rope burn. Maybe we put that on a future list of activities,” he mumbles as he nips my neck.
He’s actually considering it? Yes, please!
Despite how much the thought of him tying me up lights my body from head to toe, I’d much rather stick with the massage right now.
“Why don’t you get that oil and work on my... lower back.”
He doesn’t say anything as he sits up, and I reach down and shove off my shorts and undies. I close my eyes and stretch out again on my stomach and wait for him.
When he doesn’t say anything, I lean over to look at him. “This okay?”
His eyes meet mine. They’re dark. Dilated. The heat between us feels like it might combust this cottage. “Fresh out of the shower like this, you look like a water nymph who washed up on shore.”
I want to purge Cal from my system forever. Ben wants to make sure his ex doesn’t have a hold on him anymore. We can be that for the other person without risking our friendship.
And I might have one other motivation. We likely only have a short time together, but I plan to make sure he never forgets it. That he never forgets me.
Shameless, I shake my bare backside at him and grin.
“I’m all yours.”
22
BEN
My mouth goes dry as my gaze trails over Sienna’s beautiful ass. Up her lean back. Until her half-lidded eyes connect with mine.
She’s perched on her stomach, hair tumbling everywhere, glancing back at me. There’s a playful look in her eyes. It’s enough to make me forget my own name.
What I wanted to say a minute ago but didn’t is that she looks like something out of my dreams. She’s sweet and sexy and so damn alluring.
Sienna gives me a wicked smile, and my cock surges against my sweats.
All that talk of tying her up felt like something out of a fantasy. I fucking love her adventurous attitude. And I’m enjoying the hell out of this massage.
“You sure about this, sunshine?”
“Just remember our pinky promise.”
I nod, because yeah, I wanna keep this woman in my life down the road.
People say sex always changes things, but we’re talking about Sienna. Beautiful, bold, self-possessed Sienna, who always seems to know what she wants.
Sex doesn’t have to affect our friendship. As long as we stay on the same page, as long as we communicate, there’s no reason we can’t have a little fun along the way, right?
But as I stare at all that bare, golden skin, I have a strong suspicion that fun is the wrong word. An understatement of the worst kind.
Because her body is fucking perfection. Strong, taut muscles coupled with stunning curves.
And damn. That ass.
But first…
Dutifully, I do as she asked and spread the oil around her lower back and press into the knots, which has her groaning and sighing in relief.
After a few minutes, I scoot lower and drizzle oil all over the perfect globes of her backside that sport the most intriguing tan lines.
Ignoring that shadowy passage I’m dying to explore, I spread the oil and focus the same attention on her glutes. She moans and squirms under my hands.
“Too hard?”
“No. It’s perfect. Keep going,” she pants.
Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. She smells so good. Like warm woman and body wash mixed with the fresh scent of her massage oil.
I lift my body to scoot down again, and Sienna spreads her legs a little.
Her pretty pink pussy glistens. Is it wrong that I want to dive face first between her legs?
But good things come to those who wait.
Deliberately ignoring that sweet spot, I sit next to her and grab one foot, then the other, enjoying the sounds she makes.
If she sounds this satisfied now when all I’m doing is rubbing her feet... I chuckle to myself when I consider how loud she’ll get when we get down to business.
Taking my time, I work my way back up her thighs, and when my thumbs graze where they meet her butt cheeks, a little shudder runs through her body.
I clear my throat. “This okay?”
“Oh, my God, yes. Don’t stop.”
Her muffled voice makes me smile, and I do it again. It’s taking everything in me not to take advantage of the invitation she’s presenting me with, but Sienna’s been dating that dickhead for months. While there’s nothing I’d love more than to bust a nut, this woman needs to know what it’s like to be with a man who’s not so fucking selfish. I plan to take my time.
I knead her muscles in an outward direction. It gives me a great view of her sweet, wet pussy, and her other tight little hole that glistens with the massage oil.
“Jesus, Ben.” She buries her head in her arms and arches, offering up her beautiful ass to me.
“You want more?”
“Whatever you got.”