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“I imagine. You have quite a few knots in your trapezius muscles.” I worked out one of the tough spots in question.
“Mhmm,” she moaned.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Maybe if I had started with this from the beginning, it wouldn’t have been as startling to her. Who was I kidding? Any sane woman would be surprised to wake up and find themselves naked in a stranger’s shower with the said stranger next to them.
“What’s funny, Austin?”
“You are.”
“Why?”
“I haven’t given many massages, but clearly I must’ve been doing them all wrong.”
“Why do you say that?” She lifted her head and turned to face me again.
“Because no one has ever praised me for my skills before.”
It was her turn to laugh, a sound I would gladly listen to all day. Lighthearted and real, unlike some of my dates who were obviously faking theirs.
“All I’ll say is if you ever want to practice working on getting knots out, I’ll happily volunteer.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, enjoying the idea. Each time my hands glided over her slick, wet skin, it felt like electricity was sparking between us. I imagined her trying to get out of one of my rope knots. I bet she’d make similar sweet noises.
Our gazes locked, and I noticed how plump and kissable her lips looked. Oh, how I wanted to bend forward and see for myself how wonderful they were. But now wasn’t the time or place for it.
Of course, my cock began to get hard. Shit! I didn’t want her to think I had ill intentions after all. “Turn back to the wall, so I can wash your hair,” I ordered as I brought images of my grandma naked to my mind. I needed to get rid of this erection before she saw it. My soaked cotton boxer shorts left nothing to the imagination.
Chapter 2
Austin really did have magic fingers. First his massage with my neck and shoulders had me feeling great, and now he was working on my scalp. If this continued much longer, I would turn into a pile of Jell-O, or worse, a needy woman, and fall into his bed.
Each time he touched me, it felt like sparks shot between us. I may have just met him, but holy cow. There was no denying he was a fine male specimen to look at. His gorgeous bronzed, muscular skin complemented his sandy blond hair that slightly curled around his ears. His brown eyes were entrancing. If I wasn’t careful, I’d get caught gawking. How awkward would that be—especially when he was trying to do the right thing and help me out, and I was picturing us fooling around.
“Close your eyes. I’m going to rinse out the shampoo.”
I did as he asked, and images of him fully undressed while bathing me flooded my mind. He’d touch areas he had been too gentlemanly to today, like my breasts, and he’d clean my pussy thoroughly. Mmm, it’d be wonderful.
“Miranda, are you all right? You’re starting to sway.” His deep voice pulled me out of my fantasy.
I jumped as if I had been asleep and turned to him. “Sorry. Guess I’m a bit more tired than I realized.”
He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome.Get it together, girl.
“I’m sure. All we have left to clean is your face and then we can get you out of here. Wanna tell me how you got that gash on your forehead?” he asked as he washed the area in question.
“Ouch!” I cried, feeling a strong stinging sensation. I jerked my head away from him.
His jaw tensed, and his eyes narrowed. “I need to clean that, young lady.”
His tone dripped of dominance, and it had my pussy letting out a burst of wetness. How many times had I dreamed of a man who would take charge and care for me and treat me like I was his most precious possession?
“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled, embarrassed when I realized I had almost begun to drool. I leaned toward him, so he could reach the cut.
“You going to answer my question?” He broke the short silence as he gently dabbed the injured area.
“It goes with the long story,” I said as I forced myself to stay still—despite wanting to move away from the sting of his ministrations as well as the questions I figured were coming. I didn’t want to get into it right now. Declan had been chasing me for what felt like forever thanks to my brother, Evan. All I wanted was a night off from having to run or think about him.
“You’re going to have to tell me this story sooner rather than later. Otherwise, I won’t be able to help you.”
