kneading fingers moved up her arms to her shoulders, the covers slipped, revealing nipples as hard as his aching cock.
He couldn’t help it—he groaned.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Are you okay? If you’re tired of doing it, you can stop.”
Was she really that naïve? Maybe her hurting head was clouding her reasoning. “I’m not tired of touching you.”
“Oh.” Her eyes slid shut again and he continued the massage, his gaze sliding to those hard little nips over and over again.
He wanted to see them without the barrier of her shirt. Would they be pink or a dusky brown? Sure as certain, right now they were flushed red with arousal.
He continued the massage up her neck, and pressed gently against a series of acupressure points right up to the matching pair on top of her head and between her eyes. Unable to stop himself, he moved his fingers down her temples, her neck, and over her collarbone until he stilled with his fingertips on the upper swells of her breasts.
She moaned, a soft, sexy sound. Her eyes opened again, this time the arousal in their brown depths unmistakable. “Hotwire?”
“There is another natural pain reliever that’s even more effective than acupressure massage.”
She licked her lips. “What?”
“Pleasure. A long, extended climax will release chemicals into your bloodstream that obliterate pain.”
“I…”
He let his hands slide down just far enough to cup her generous breasts, playing his thumbs over the hard peaks. “If you won’t let me give you pain meds, sugar, let me give you pleasure.”
“There’s something wrong with that reasoning, but I can’t quite work out what,” she said in a breathy voice.
“Don’t try too hard. It’ll make your head ache worse.”
Her lips tilted in a small smile. “Heaven forbid.”
“Will you let me pleasure you, Claire?”
“You can try.”
“Is that a dare?”
“No…I’m just not very responsive.”
“Your body says otherwise.”
Her brows drew together. “Yes, it’s really weird. I wonder if the concussion has something to do with it.”
He shook his head at that bit of nonsense. “So, I have your permission to touch you intimately?”
“Yes.” Then she hissed as he pinched her nipples and just as quickly released them.
“Okay, there are a few rules for this kind of pleasuring.”
“Rules?”
“Number one, you need to stay relaxed. At all times.”
“That’s not possible. I don’t feel relaxed right now.”
“Maybe we need to fix that before the pleasure starts. Can I pull the covers back?” he asked, his fingers poised to do so.
“If you’re sure you want to do this.” She sounded like she honestly could not understand why he’d want to. “You know I can’t…”
“I know.” What did she think, he was some kind of selfish adolescent who would demand sex in payment for helping her feel better? “I don’t expect you to and I wouldn’t let you even if you were offering, which I’m intelligent and mature enough to realize you aren’t. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He pulled the blankets back, teasing himself by revealing her sexy curves one tiny bit at a time. When he had the blankets at the bottom of the bed and her entire body was exposed to his hot gaze, he just stopped and stared at her. She had the perfect woman’s figure. Full breasts, a small waist and narrow hips, but not so narrow that she could ever be mistaken for a boy. He knew her butt was heart-shaped, but he’d give about anything to examine it in detail.
He wasn’t going to. It was hard enough on him to be doing this. How he was going to keep his hands off of her after giving her a climax he had no idea, but he’d do it.
He’d faced harder challenges…somewhere in his past, even if he couldn’t remember them.
“Is something the matter?” she asked.
“No. You are just so beautiful, it about takes my breath.”
“You like my body?”
Was she serious? “What’s not to like? You’re the stuff adolescent
He couldn’t help it—he groaned.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Are you okay? If you’re tired of doing it, you can stop.”
Was she really that naïve? Maybe her hurting head was clouding her reasoning. “I’m not tired of touching you.”
“Oh.” Her eyes slid shut again and he continued the massage, his gaze sliding to those hard little nips over and over again.
He wanted to see them without the barrier of her shirt. Would they be pink or a dusky brown? Sure as certain, right now they were flushed red with arousal.
He continued the massage up her neck, and pressed gently against a series of acupressure points right up to the matching pair on top of her head and between her eyes. Unable to stop himself, he moved his fingers down her temples, her neck, and over her collarbone until he stilled with his fingertips on the upper swells of her breasts.
She moaned, a soft, sexy sound. Her eyes opened again, this time the arousal in their brown depths unmistakable. “Hotwire?”
“There is another natural pain reliever that’s even more effective than acupressure massage.”
She licked her lips. “What?”
“Pleasure. A long, extended climax will release chemicals into your bloodstream that obliterate pain.”
“I…”
He let his hands slide down just far enough to cup her generous breasts, playing his thumbs over the hard peaks. “If you won’t let me give you pain meds, sugar, let me give you pleasure.”
“There’s something wrong with that reasoning, but I can’t quite work out what,” she said in a breathy voice.
“Don’t try too hard. It’ll make your head ache worse.”
Her lips tilted in a small smile. “Heaven forbid.”
“Will you let me pleasure you, Claire?”
“You can try.”
“Is that a dare?”
“No…I’m just not very responsive.”
“Your body says otherwise.”
Her brows drew together. “Yes, it’s really weird. I wonder if the concussion has something to do with it.”
He shook his head at that bit of nonsense. “So, I have your permission to touch you intimately?”
“Yes.” Then she hissed as he pinched her nipples and just as quickly released them.
“Okay, there are a few rules for this kind of pleasuring.”
“Rules?”
“Number one, you need to stay relaxed. At all times.”
“That’s not possible. I don’t feel relaxed right now.”
“Maybe we need to fix that before the pleasure starts. Can I pull the covers back?” he asked, his fingers poised to do so.
“If you’re sure you want to do this.” She sounded like she honestly could not understand why he’d want to. “You know I can’t…”
“I know.” What did she think, he was some kind of selfish adolescent who would demand sex in payment for helping her feel better? “I don’t expect you to and I wouldn’t let you even if you were offering, which I’m intelligent and mature enough to realize you aren’t. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He pulled the blankets back, teasing himself by revealing her sexy curves one tiny bit at a time. When he had the blankets at the bottom of the bed and her entire body was exposed to his hot gaze, he just stopped and stared at her. She had the perfect woman’s figure. Full breasts, a small waist and narrow hips, but not so narrow that she could ever be mistaken for a boy. He knew her butt was heart-shaped, but he’d give about anything to examine it in detail.
He wasn’t going to. It was hard enough on him to be doing this. How he was going to keep his hands off of her after giving her a climax he had no idea, but he’d do it.
He’d faced harder challenges…somewhere in his past, even if he couldn’t remember them.
“Is something the matter?” she asked.
“No. You are just so beautiful, it about takes my breath.”
“You like my body?”
Was she serious? “What’s not to like? You’re the stuff adolescent
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