“Patience?” I echoed with a huff. “That’s easy for you to say. You got me all worked up, and now you’re just teasing me?—”
My own squeak cut me off as Cade reached underneath the sheet and grabbed my butt.
“Is this better?” he asked, deceivingly innocent as he rubbed the oil firmly into both cheeks.
I gaped at the table, not even sure how to answer. I’d never gotten my butt massaged before. It was way more erotic than I ever could’ve imagined. Cade’s hands glided like butter while he kneaded and squeezed.
He’d shoved the sheet away, so he could seeeverythingdown there, and cool air rushed between my thighs—making me bite my lip.
I swallowed, then opened and closed my mouth twice before I could speak. “A little, but still not quite what I had in mind.”
A low hum rumbled from Cade’s chest, and he eased my cheeks apart until he could get the oileverywhere.
My eyelids fluttered against the table, my mind unable to focus on anything except how good it felt.
“How about this?” His free hand pressed on my lower back, while the other slid over my backside. With each pass, he got closer and closer to where I wanted him, and it got more and more difficult to breathe.
I spread my legs further apart, urging him on. He inched closer, then backed off again.
I wanted to scream.
On his next pass, I gripped the sheet with white knuckles and held my breath as he just barely brushed two fingers over where I was wet and very, very ready for him.
The touch unlocked something.
“Cade,” I gasped, arching my back to get closer to him.
He rewarded me with a bit more pressure—more like a tease—and my hips rotated against his hand in reflex just as?—
The door swung open without warning, and a scream caught in my throat as I snapped my legs shut.
“One thing I forgot to—Oh!” Dr. Lovejoy slapped a hand over her eyes, knocking off her glasses before spinning around, putting her back to us. The pressure of Cade’s fingers disappeared right before he covered my butt with a sheet. “I deeply apologize for interrupting!”
“What the hell are you doing?” Cade snapped with enough bite in his tone that even I winced. “Get out.”
But instead of leaving, Dr. Lovejoy hovered in the doorway with her back to us. “Well—I—I came to pass on a message. But since I’m here, we actually have an incredible opportunity. With my experience in sex therapy, I can walk you through this wondrous bonding moment. It’s not about the destination, but the journey. Too many couples get overwhelmed by the pressure of achieving orgasm and forget?—”
“That’s enough, Bliss,” Cade practically growled. He pulled on the sheet to cover more of my legs, while I flattened myself to the table. “What’s the message?”
“Ah, forgive me for getting distracted. I came on behalf of your mother. She’s requesting your presence—both of you—at dinner this evening, and she wanted to let you know as soon as possible,” she recited while still facing the other way. She paused before adding softly as an afterthought, “It’s a good thing she sent me instead of coming herself.”
I bit back a groan. Cade’smomhad summoned us to dinner?
I risked a peek up at Cade, who was even less thrilled about it by the way his jaw tightened.
When neither of us spoke, Dr. Lovejoy cleared her throat. “So, would you like me to stay and coach you through?—”
“Get out,” was all Cade said, and I threw my arm back to whack him.
“Be nice,” I hissed.
Dr. Lovejoy chuckled and took a big step into the hallway. “No, no, I understand. This is a private moment. Just please remember toenjoy the journey!”
She blindly shut the door behind herself—crushing her glasses in the process—and I cringed with embarrassment.
“Sorry, Dr. Lovejoy!” I yelled after her.
“Don’t ever apologize for your sexuality, Ellie,” she called through the door. “Exploring your desires with your partner is not only highly encouraged, but celebrated! I’m so happy for you both. May many life-altering orgasms be in both your futures. And don’t forget about group yoga!”
