“Hey! What are you doing?” she protests.
“Shh.” I slide her hoodie off her shoulders before she can stop me. Goosebumps erupt over her skin.
“Rowan, this is ri— Oooh.“
My thumbs dig into her tight lats. “Where does it hurt?”
“Lower,” she breathes.
I skim my fingertips over her shoulder blades and down to her lower back. Her spine arches slightly in response, reminding me of a cat.
“To the right.”
I apply some light pressure. “Here?”
“Mhmm.”
I press my thumbs into the spot, kneading it gently. The tension in her body starts to ease, her shoulders dropping.
She’s warm, pliable, responsive. If only she knew how good I could make her feel. I have a feeling this woman will be magnificent when she comes.
On my face. On my fingers. On my cock.
Fuck, I’m hard.
She turns her head sideways, giving me a view of her profile. “Rowan, this is—“ Her eyelashes flutter. “Oh,shit.”
I work my knuckles into the tight knot in her lower back, careful not to overdo it. She feels so fragile. So breakable. But I know it’s an illusion. There’s nothing breakable about her. “Good?”
She drags her teeth over her bottom lip and turns to face away from me again. “Yes. That’s good.” Her head tips slightlyforward, her hair falling into her face. “You don’t need to keep doing it.”
I’d like to do this all night if she’d let me.
“Tell me something about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?” she asks softly.
“I don’t know. Tell me about your friends and family. Things I’d know about you if we were dating.”
“There’s not much to tell. Both of my parents are dead. Mom was sick with cancer for six years, and I took care of her. I think I already told you about my brother, the one who lives in LA.”
“He didn’t help you with your mom?”
“No, he didn’t help. He didn’t even come back to bury her.”
Indignation swirls in the pit of my stomach. What kind of a man leaves his sister and sick mom to fend for themselves?
“That sounds really difficult.”
She sighs. “It was hard, but I would've done anything for my mom. I’m glad I got to spend those last few years with her. It might seem like Maxton took the easy way out, but he missed out on a lot too. One day, he might regret it.”
“But you won’t have any regrets.”
“Not as far as my mom’s concerned.”
She rolls her head back and forth, like she’s got a kink in her neck. I leave her back and start working on her neck and shoulders. She makes a happy sigh. I want to bottle it up and keep it somewhere safe.
Fuck.A warning siren flashes in the back of my head. When was the last time I was this fascinated with a woman?
