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I try again, lying down on the bed, face turned to the side. The pain’s what I deserve. You’re not supposed to want your friend’s daughter. Or the young girl you watched over and kept safe. Especially the young girl who was likely raped by sick, twisted men. That last thought eliminates my hard-on.Good.
She crawls over me, slinging a thigh over my back. Heat sears my lower back and the base of my spine. Her weight presses my groin into the mattress and my semi twitches, coming back to life. I open my mouth to protest, but her fingers dig into me, and a groan escapes.
She shifts, jostling my body, dragging her leg across me as she leans toward the side table. She grabs a bottle and repositions herself. I hear a snap, and then liquid pours down the length of my spine.
“What is that?”
“Oil.”
“Why do you have it?”
“A girl has her reasons.” I close my eyelids, attempting to force my brain to not think about any of those reasons. Her fingers. A toy. Thighs spread. Shut it down.
She palms my back on both sides of my spine, up and down. She uses her body to deepen the pressure. With each push forward, her crotch grinds against the top of my ass, pressing me down into the downy comforter. My dick aches, but as she kneads my back, stopping just shy of my shoulder bones, I give in to her touch.
As the tension eases, she bypasses my shoulders and digs into my tight neck. With a little more oil, her frosty fingers smoothly glide over my heated skin. The contrast in temperature, after a brutal day on the mountain, is transcendent.
The pads of her fingers lightly brush over my abused shoulder with unmistakable tenderness. The heat of her body warms my spine as she lowers herself, cocooning me. A warm softness lightly brushes over my scar. Her lips. Fuck. Those soft lips.
“Sophia.” Her name is a warning.
“Flip over.” Her words heat my ear, and her breath tickles. The side of her face grazes mine. “I need to work on your front.”
She lifts off me, and cold air circulates around my exposed skin. This hasbad ideawritten all over it. But with closed eyes, I comply, gritting against the pain in my shoulder.
Velvety liquid coats my chest. The bed dips, and she slings a leg over the tops of my legs, settling her center over my strained erection. With both palms, she repeats her actions from earlier, this time stroking from my abdomen over my chest. Her nail scrapes a nipple as her hips undulate over me, coaxing my dick.
Fuck. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
I press up off the mattress with my good arm. This can’t happen.
But her fingers dip into my shoulder, and the pain has me crashing back against the mattress.
“That hurts, doesn’t it?” Sophia sounds compassionate.
“It’s an old injury.” About fifteen years old. It flares up, especially when abused. Her tender touch eases me back into a lull, as do her slow, rhythmic movements over my groin.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Lying here, with her over me. The sexual energy between us is palpable. My fingers twitch, aching to grip her, flip her over and drive into her. To punish her for teasing me, for tempting me. Because she knows exactly what she’s doing. And she’s fully aware I’m friends with her father. Not to mention Ryan, the man she considers a surrogate uncle. A man who threw me a lifeline when I needed one most.
Those nails scrape my shoulder, my throat, and into my scalp. Sensual tendrils spread down my spine and across my limbs.God, this feels good.
“That’s it. Relax.” Her hips grind over me, and Jesus, it’s conceivable I could come just from this slow, erotic, semi-clothed massage. “What pills did you take?”
“Aleve.”
“You didn’t want prescription strength?”
“Four pills should do the trick.”
Her fingers prod and burrow into my sore shoulder muscles. With deep, probing strokes, she manipulates those tight muscles into putty. Much like me.
Once again, she flattens her warm body over mine, only this time, it’s my front. And god, she feels divine. Smooth softness blanketing me. Her breath brushes over my ear, and the sensation somehow makes my erection even harder.
“Is this what you want, Sophia?” I ask the question with my eyes closed, my lungs still, and my heart racing.
She places open-mouthed kisses along my neck, sucking along the way. “What do you want?”
It’s rather obvious what I want. There’s no way she’s not aware of what she’s been grinding on. “We shouldn’t do this, Sophia.”
