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“Yeah, I like to fix things, not clean.” He chuckled.
“I might have to get her number,” I told him.
“Go on in and take a shower. There are clean towels in the linen closet.”
“Alright, thank you, Brad.”
He paused in front of me. “You’re welcome, Nolan.”
I went up on tiptoe, and he leaned forward to accept the kiss I was offering. He stepped aside, and I slipped into his bathroom. I had a feeling that Milton had a hand in the design because it was gorgeous. I sure hoped that he did as well with mine.
I undressed and found a towel, and then I turned on the water and stepped into the doorless shower. It was rather sexy. Maybe I should think of something like this for myself.
I rinsed off and then decided to wash my hair. I was surprised by Brad’s shampoo choice, as it was something a woman would probably choose over a man, but I was glad he had it. After finishing, I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my body.
When I opened the door, I was surprised to find a few candles on the nightstands and soft piano music playing from a device on the other side of the room. The lights were off, and Brad was lying on the bed in black boxer briefs. Well, hello!
“Rather romantic, Mr. Young. I like it.”
“Well, we can’t have bright lights and loud music while you are getting a massage to relax. Now can we?”
“No, that wouldn’t go over very well.”
“Kind of defeats the purpose.” He patted the bed. “Come lie down, Nolan.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. As I dropped the towel at the side of the bed, I noticed a bottle of massage oil on the nightstand. The man had thought of everything.
I raised a brow as I climbed on the bed. “You even have massage oil.”
He smirked as he checked me out. “Yeah, a gift from Riley. She was trying to talk me into getting back out there and said having that around might entice a woman to my bed. Is it working?”
I leaned forward and kissed him. “Oh, it’s working alright.”
He wrapped a hand around my neck and brought my lips back to his for a kiss filled with promise. I sure hoped that his massage didn’t suck. That would have killed the moment.
“Lay down and get comfy,” he said as he shifted off the bed.
I moved to the center of the bed and lay down, pulling one of his pillows under my cheek. I inhaled and found myself doing it a second time as his scent filled my lungs.
He climbed back on the bed, and I heard the lid of the oil snap open. “Did you enjoy your shower?”
“I did, thank you.”
“Good.” He drizzled a little of the oil over my back, and I hissed. He chuckled huskily. “Sorry, I should have warmed that up first.”
The bottle clicked again, and then I felt it bounce on the mattress beside me. A moment later, Brad’s large callous-rough hands brushed over my skin. Within a few seconds, I knew this man had more talent in his hands than for just swinging a hammer.
I sighed as I burrowed further into his pillow. He worked slowly, from the middle of my back up to my shoulders. “Do you mind if I straddle your legs?”
“I don’t mind anything that you want to do,” I murmured as I was lulled into comfort by the atmosphere and the wine in my system.
He chuckled softly. “That leaves me with a lot of ideas.”
“Bring them on,” I said sassily.
The bed shifted again as if he had gotten off, but I didn’t bother to open my eyes. I was too comfortable where I was. A moment later, he was back, and he climbed over my thighs.
I enjoyed the feel of his legs against my hips as he leaned forward and a moment later felt something against my lower back. Oh, he had gotten off the bed to remove his boxers. I was all for that.
