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“Too hard?” she asked.
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nbsp; “No,” he growled. “Go deeper.”
Her hands ached as she kneaded his back, winning another low groan. By the time she worked her thumbs lower, pressing against the outline of his spine, he was practically purring. And for the first time in years, she felt a ripple of power threaded with desire.
She trailed her fingertips over his skin and she felt him shiver. Placing her palms on his shoulders, she ran her hands down his biceps. The muscles flexed beneath her touch.
“I’ve daydreamed about your arms.” She spoke in a low voice, but kept her tone matter-of-fact. She wasn’t trying to seduce him beyond this moment. She simply wanted to explore the body she’d admired for months. “Even before your little Magic Mike dance.”
“Tell me,” he murmured.
“But how will you ever manage to share a brownie with me in Big Buck’s back room if you know I’ve imagined what it would feel like to run my hand over your chest?” Her fingers followed her words, gliding up over his shoulders and down his chest. Red-gold chest hair greeted her hands.
“I like chocolate,” he said. “And I like sharing it with you.”
“Sometimes,” she murmured as she dared to take his massage a step further and trace circles around his nipples, “I wondered what would happen if you ditched your flannel button-down after everyone else left. On those nights when you stayed to make sure I got home safe after a long Saturday night shift.”
He let out a low growl of approval.
“Josh, I’ve wanted to explore your body for a long time. And I didn’t envision stopping when I reached your belt buckle.”
He cocked his head and glanced over his left shoulder, green eyes dancing with amusement. “All this time we were sharing brownies and pies, talking about how many pint glasses the bar went through on a busy night, and you were fantasizing about my dick?”
“Wondering,” she corrected. “Imagining how much you had to offer.”
He gaped at her. Whether from surprise at her blatant words, or shock that someone with her past would mentally debate his intimate dimensions . . . Well, she hoped it was the former. Because he’d never treated her as a victim. Yes, he’d abided by her boundaries. But she’d chalked that up to good manners and a healthy respect for women.
“I didn’t think—” he began. “I didn’t realize—”
“That I still think about sex?”
“That you were mentally undressing me while you worked,” he said with a smile.
She returned her hands to his shoulders and began to massage him again. It was surprise, pure and simple. She’d added the layers. “You didn’t realize that your fantasies lined up with mine?”
“If I’d known, I’d have withheld the pie until you told me everything.”
“I have a feeling I could have talked you into sharing a slice or two,” she said.
He leaned back into her touch. “Tell me what happens after you strip off my pants . . .”
“First, I take a long, hard look—”
The first few notes of ‘Sweet Caroline’ cut in. Josh scrambled to his feet and dug his cell out of his jeans front pocket.
“Shit,” he cursed.
The song played another bar. That’s for me, she thought. But why now? Why here? Plus, she didn’t have a phone. Unless it always rang like that . . .
“When did you change your ringtone?” she asked.
“This one’s set for Big Buck’s.” He swiped his finger across the screen and held the phone to his ear. “Hello?”
She wrapped her arms around her waist and tried not to stare at his crotch. His jeans didn’t hide the fact that he had a lot to offer.
Next time, she thought. After I pay Dustin a visit.
