She had a sudden visual and shook her head to dispel the image from her mind. Unfortunately, she wasn’t successful.
“I don’t wiggle.” Her voice sounded breathless. She needed to move, to get away, but was leaning into Jake instead. So close, she smelled the scent of his soap, the underlying warm, masculine smell she knew so well. He slipped her shirt down, baring one shoulder, and touched his lips to the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. She was so caught up in him nibbling her skin that she hardly noticed when he moved his hands around to pluck open the buttons of her shirt.
Actually, she was deluding herself. She noticed everything. All her senses were on high alert.
She wanted to get away from him. Really, she did. Though maybe should was the better word. She should move. Really, she should. He was kissing her neck now, sending little darts of pleasure shooting down her body. She glanced down as he cupped her bare breasts in his hands. How had she allowed that to happen? Her nipples tingled and hardened against his palms, then he squeezed, and somehow her breasts were attached to her groin, because she felt it there. She was melting from the inside, moisture oozing from her body. If she didn’t move off the bed soon, all that would be left was a sticky mess.
Move.
“How’s the headache?” he asked.
Headache? Her brain latched onto the word. Wasn’t a headache supposed to be the perfect excuse? “Bad. Very, very bad.”
He chuckled. “You need to lie down.”
Did she? She should be getting up. Going to her own apartment or at least saying something to prove to Jake that she wasn’t his type. Trouble was, she could feel the steely heat of his erection pressing against her from behind. So obviously, Jake wasn’t ready to be convinced.
And what was it Scarlett O’Hara used to say? Tomorrow was another day.
Perhaps, considering her weakened state, she could let things slide for today and worry about them tomorrow. And there was a slight twinge in her head; it was just drowned out by the other, stronger sensations coursing through her body.
“Come on, Kim. Lie down and I’ll give you a massage and make the nasty headache go away.”
She chewed on her lower lip. She wanted to lie down so much. And a massage wasn’t the same thing as sex, was it? Why shouldn’t she lie down? Accept the massage? Just for a little while. A voice nagged at her that she deluded herself, but she told it to shut up. The tension seeped from her body. It felt so good to give in.
When she didn’t answer him, Jake tugged the shirt down her arms and tossed it the floor, leaving her in nothing but the black lace thong. She heard his indrawn breath, and for a moment, he stilled.
…
Slow down.
Jake’s hands shook.
He had to take this slowly. Or did he? Perhaps he should take it fast.
Christ, she was the most difficult woman he had ever tried to seduce. And the only one who really mattered.
She perched on the edge of the bed in front of him, which wasn’t where he wanted her to be. He wanted her under him, or on top of him, or maybe side by side with her legs wrapped around his waist.
He ran a hand through his hair. Maybe best to follow through on the massage thing so she could persuade herself that he wasn’t making love to her.
She wanted him.
He could smell her arousal, and he knew if he touched her between her legs, she’d be wet for him. His cock jerked at the thought.
So massage, first.
But how to get her where he wanted her without her spooking?
He wrapped his hands around her slender waist and picked her up. Then he turned and laid her facedown on the bed.
Shit.
She was naked but for a scrap of black lace that crossed her hips and disappeared into the crevice of her ass. She had a gorgeous ass, small and tight with dimples at the top.
Keep his pants on or take them off? Better keep them on for now, or the whole massage pretense might vanish before it began.
He lowered himself gently onto the bed, so as not to startle her, and straddled her hips.
“Jake?”
He froze. “Yeah?”
“Just tell me that you massage all your friends.”
Anything to make her relax. “Every last one of them.”
“Oh, good.” And she settled back down.
Jake hadn’t had time to appreciate her body the other day in the office. He’d been too overwhelmed with the whole “fucking Kimberly at last” thing. Now he took a moment to stare. She was beautiful. Perfect.
She peeked over her shoulder. “My head hurts, Jake.”