that easy.
“Okay. You lock the door. I’ll be right back.” Charlie wanted to steal a kiss, but she held back. She didn’t want to push it too fast.
***
Ayden was pacing the living room floor when she returned with the little bottle in her hand, two sheets, and a small pillow.
“Ready?”
“Guess so.” Ayden shrugged. “What do you want me to do, sit here?”
“No.” Charlie spread out the first sheet between the couch and the entertainment center. She pushed the couch back a bit and handed Ayden the other sheet. “Take your clothes off and lie down.”
“Take my clothes off?” he strangled on the words.
“Yes. That’s what the sheet is for.” Charlie put a slow jazz CD in and turned the volume low. “You act like you’ve never had a massage before.”
“I haven’t.” Ayden felt a little nervous now. Hell it had been a long time since he was naked in front of a woman, and now Charlie wanted him stripped down and on the floor so she could touch him at her leisure. His eyes drifted over her standing at the surround sound system adjusting the music. What the hell.
Charlie heard him unzip his shorts, and that sound zipped right up her back like a lick. She had to maintain control. She couldn’t just sleep with Ayden. She loved him too much for that. She had to seduce him. Make him want her. She had to make him realize he could love her if he just gave it a chance. With a deep breath, she turned to face him.
He was sitting on the floor with the sheet across his lap only. “Front or back, darlin’?”
“Back” Charlie moved to where his head was and lifted it to her lap. “Close your eyes and relax.”
“I make no promises.” Ayden couldn’t relax. His head was now in her lap, and her fingers were slowly circling over his scalp. She smelled like cookies. He wanted to taste her and see if she tasted like cookies, too.
His eyes were closed, and she knew she was affecting him because his sheet was moving, rising. Charlie had to stay focused on his body though. Once her hands moved to his chest, she used a little of the vanilla scented oil to smooth the way. It was difficult to keep her eyes open and her breaths even. He felt so good to the touch.
She had been massaged several times, twice a month actually, so she knew how it felt to receive one. She was sure her massage therapist, an older Asian woman, didn’t get turned on from the job. Ayden was like warm steel. His muscles felt tight and hard as if they had never relaxed a day in his life. His body was getting hotter with every touch, but then so was hers.
Charlie rested his head on the pillow and moved to his side. Starting at his shoulder, she took her time. Each callused finger got her full attention and was pulled and stroked into submission. Ayden was dizzy from it all. He couldn’t open his eyes if he wanted to. She moved to his thighs and seemed to pay no notice to the fact that he was pitching quite a tent with the sheet. That left him to wonder what her intentions were really about.
Did she want to seduce him, or really just treat him to some relaxation? Either way she was doing a good job at both. Tennessee farm boys didn’t do yoga, and they didn’t get massages. Charlie had him reevaluating both.
His thighs were impossible to penetrate. She worked them as much as she could, but they were like rocks. His calves weren’t much better to loosen up. Once she was done with the other shoulder and arm, she took great pleasure in his expression, a lazy smile.
“Turn over,” she whispered in his ear.
Ayden moaned. He actually moaned. He felt so relaxed, so good. He felt intoxicated by the vanilla, the music and Charlie’s hands. Her breath was warm and tickling on his ear. He wanted to pull her right down on top of him and kiss her, but she said turn over, so he mustered enough strength to do just that.
Charlie repositioned herself at his head. Her knees were touching the tips of his shoulders. His head was face down on
“Okay. You lock the door. I’ll be right back.” Charlie wanted to steal a kiss, but she held back. She didn’t want to push it too fast.
***
Ayden was pacing the living room floor when she returned with the little bottle in her hand, two sheets, and a small pillow.
“Ready?”
“Guess so.” Ayden shrugged. “What do you want me to do, sit here?”
“No.” Charlie spread out the first sheet between the couch and the entertainment center. She pushed the couch back a bit and handed Ayden the other sheet. “Take your clothes off and lie down.”
“Take my clothes off?” he strangled on the words.
“Yes. That’s what the sheet is for.” Charlie put a slow jazz CD in and turned the volume low. “You act like you’ve never had a massage before.”
“I haven’t.” Ayden felt a little nervous now. Hell it had been a long time since he was naked in front of a woman, and now Charlie wanted him stripped down and on the floor so she could touch him at her leisure. His eyes drifted over her standing at the surround sound system adjusting the music. What the hell.
Charlie heard him unzip his shorts, and that sound zipped right up her back like a lick. She had to maintain control. She couldn’t just sleep with Ayden. She loved him too much for that. She had to seduce him. Make him want her. She had to make him realize he could love her if he just gave it a chance. With a deep breath, she turned to face him.
He was sitting on the floor with the sheet across his lap only. “Front or back, darlin’?”
“Back” Charlie moved to where his head was and lifted it to her lap. “Close your eyes and relax.”
“I make no promises.” Ayden couldn’t relax. His head was now in her lap, and her fingers were slowly circling over his scalp. She smelled like cookies. He wanted to taste her and see if she tasted like cookies, too.
His eyes were closed, and she knew she was affecting him because his sheet was moving, rising. Charlie had to stay focused on his body though. Once her hands moved to his chest, she used a little of the vanilla scented oil to smooth the way. It was difficult to keep her eyes open and her breaths even. He felt so good to the touch.
She had been massaged several times, twice a month actually, so she knew how it felt to receive one. She was sure her massage therapist, an older Asian woman, didn’t get turned on from the job. Ayden was like warm steel. His muscles felt tight and hard as if they had never relaxed a day in his life. His body was getting hotter with every touch, but then so was hers.
Charlie rested his head on the pillow and moved to his side. Starting at his shoulder, she took her time. Each callused finger got her full attention and was pulled and stroked into submission. Ayden was dizzy from it all. He couldn’t open his eyes if he wanted to. She moved to his thighs and seemed to pay no notice to the fact that he was pitching quite a tent with the sheet. That left him to wonder what her intentions were really about.
Did she want to seduce him, or really just treat him to some relaxation? Either way she was doing a good job at both. Tennessee farm boys didn’t do yoga, and they didn’t get massages. Charlie had him reevaluating both.
His thighs were impossible to penetrate. She worked them as much as she could, but they were like rocks. His calves weren’t much better to loosen up. Once she was done with the other shoulder and arm, she took great pleasure in his expression, a lazy smile.
“Turn over,” she whispered in his ear.
Ayden moaned. He actually moaned. He felt so relaxed, so good. He felt intoxicated by the vanilla, the music and Charlie’s hands. Her breath was warm and tickling on his ear. He wanted to pull her right down on top of him and kiss her, but she said turn over, so he mustered enough strength to do just that.
Charlie repositioned herself at his head. Her knees were touching the tips of his shoulders. His head was face down on
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