His mouth twitched. “You offering?”
“You asking?”
He let out a laugh and moved smoothly through the water to my side of the hot tub, presenting his back to me. Then he glanced over his shoulder. “You gonna help me out or what, Becks?”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
“I can be nicer if you want…” He waggled his brows at me, teasing, but that wasn’t the way my body took it. Not when he was close enough to touch, not when all that bare skin was just begging for my attention. My cock stirred, temptation rising.
Sliding closer behind him, I anchored him between my thighs and let my hands skim along his back beneath the water.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I said.
“Please. I just survived that obstacle course. I can handle you.”
Can you?I wanted to say, more than willing to put that statement to the test.
Instead, I let my hands explore, searching for the tight spots and working them, one by one.
“Oh yeaaah,” he said, his head dropping forward. “There it is. That’s the good stuff.”
He had no idea what these hands could really do when I didn’t hold myself back. Already his body loosened, his breath shifted, and he leaned into my touch without even realizing he was doing it.
“You’re way too good at this. Have I mentioned that?”
“I get a lot of practice.”
“With clients?”
“With people who need it,” I said, keeping it vague.
He hummed softly, like he was filing that away.
I kept my hands moving, long, slow strokes across the expanse of his back, him sitting between my thighs, his arms rested on my knees, our position more intimate than I would be with any of my usual clients.
Sawyer’s lower back had the most tension, and every time my hands slid down his muscles, my fingers flirted with the edge of his swimsuit. Did I dip my fingers just beneath them to finish the rubdown?
Yeah I fucking did.
With every stroke and every moment that passed, the air between us grew thicker, crackling with electricity. I’d given up hope that my dick would get the message that nothing was happening, because it seemed content to stay half hard, like it was biding its time until it got some action.
Sawyer’s soft groans weren’t helping the situation. It was all I could do to be this close, my body practically wrapped around his and my hearing those sounds. Feeling the strong, lean muscle beneath my fingers?—
He turned, and suddenly we were face to face, only this time we were closer than before, his body still between my spread thighs.
“Okay,” he said, a little breathless. “New rule.”
I arched a brow but didn’t take my hands off him, waiting for his direction. “Yes?”
He wet his lips as his gaze dropped to mine before coming back up. “You’re not allowed to be this good at literally everything. No one will ever surpass these standards.”
“I’ll work on that.”
“Please do. For my sanity.” His voice softened at the end, the humor still there, but something else was going on, his breaths coming a bit quicker now.
Neither of us moved, and I was acutely aware that I was still holding him. The water lapped around us, and I swore he was moving closer…closer.
Then his eyes dropped to my mouth again, and this time he didn’t look away.