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“Put your head in the hole. It will be more comfortable.”
I nodded and did as he said. When the masseuse placed the first warm stone on my back, an involuntary sigh escaped my lips. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. She added stones until they lined in a column down my spine. I lifted my head and turned to James again. A hot stone rolled down my back.
“Are we getting the same treatment?” I asked.
“We are,” he murmured. “But I’m getting the feeling you don’t know how to relax.”
How could I relax? I was half naked, in a room with a delicious man who spoiled me.
James’s voice broke through the silence. “Just let go of all your thoughts, Laura.”
I closed my eyes and tried torelax. I focused on my breathing and felt each stone radiating heat on my back, loosening the knots in my muscles. The stones, perfectly heated, felt like miniature suns, their warmth easing the tender ache in my limbs. Each one erased the tensions and worries that had nestled into every nook and cranny of my being.
The therapist’s skilled hands moved in tandem with the stones and I drifted into a state of mental quietude. Warmth melted away my worries until there was nothing but blissful stillness left. As she glided them over my skin, the knots and tension in my muscles loosened. The weight and heat drew out the stress, leaving behind tranquility. Now and then, the therapist would replace a stone that had cooled with a freshly warmed one, ensuring a consistent and enveloping warmth throughout the session. Smaller pebbles found their way to my palms, between my toes, and even cradled in the curve of my neck. Each placement felt deliberate, targeted, and immensely soothing.
As she worked her way down, from the nape of my neck, across my shoulders, and down my spine, a sense of complete relaxation took over. Every thought and worry evaporated, replaced by the rhythmic dance of warmth and pressure.
The masseuse removed the stones and began with gentle strokes. Except something didn’t add up. Her hands were stronger, the pressure greater and fingers more insistent, and I slowly realized they were James’s hands.
CHAPTER 6
JAMES
The spa was a sea of tranquility. Soft music played as my masseuse worked out the kinks in my shoulders, the lemongrass essential oil soothing my senses. Yet, I couldn’t settle in.
I lifted my head and turned sideways, catching the masseuse’s eye. She backed away at my silent request. I pressed my forefinger to my lips, asking Laura’s masseuse to remain quiet. She removed the last few hot stones off Laura’s back and left while I took her place.
Laura lay on her front. Her shoulders rose and fell with each calm breath. I let my gaze travel the length of her body, over the lean muscles defining her sun-kissed skin. I poured massage oil into my palms and slid my hands down her neck and to her shoulders, kneading at the tension.
She twitched.
“James?” She tried to sit up, but I pressed down.
“Just relax.”
She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t protest. I hid a smile, keeping my touch firm yet unhurried. Her shoulders tensed for a split second before relaxing into my hands. I worked my way down the middle of her back. A soft sound escaped her, not quite a moan, but enough for my groin to tighten. A visible shiver ran through her shaky exhale as she relaxed into the table.
My hands glided along the curve of her spine and around to her sides, rubbing gentle circles over her ribcage. Her skin was soft as silk, warm to the touch. I breathed in the scent of her floral shampoo and something darker, more primal. My mouth watered with the urge to taste her.
Another moan, louder this time. Her hips shifted on the table, thighs parting slightly. I bit back a groan at the sight, heat pooling low in my balls.
My hands drifted to the tense muscles of her ass. Her breath caught—but she didn’t tell me to stop. I took it as permission to continue my exploration, stroking along her inner thighs. She trembled under my touch, the soft sounds of pleasure escaping with every breath. My fingers slipped between her legs to find her hot and slick, desire pulsing through her flesh.
She was mine.
“Turn around.” I groaned, giving her barely any room to move, but she obeyed, keeping the towel sliding off her body snug as she twisted onto her back.
Moving to the head of the table, I smoothed my thumb down her throat, feeling the strength of her pulse. Quick and irregular. She was nervous. Or maybe excited?
I tenderly ran my fingers along her neck, soothing the delicate area that too often went unnoticed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m taking care of you.” I cupped her head in my palms and dug my digits into the base of her skull, rubbing circles. Practicing.
She sighed, giving in.
“Good girl.”
