“Jesus, your hands are magical,” Garrett growled.
Jessa moved to his upper shoulders, her breasts grazing his back as she hooked her hands around him, uncaring if she got oil on her shirt. She drew in a breath and her nipples reacted, shrinking into tender buds.
“How does the oil feel?” Jessa continued to work across his broad shoulders, then switched to the pads of her fingers to work up the back of his neck.
He adjusted his head to give her better access. “It’s weird. It feels hot and cold all at the same time. Strangely soothing.” He sighed. “But then again, with your hands on me, baby, there’s no way it could be anything but.”
“What a sweet talker you are, Garrett Donovan. One day, that silver tongue of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”
His husky chuckle rumbled through her legs and traveled to her core. “Tonight, if I’m lucky.”
“Like I said.” She moved back down his spine, shifting her body until she straddled his legs. Tiny hairs tickled her skin as she cupped the cheeks of his ass. Firm, like the rest of him.
She dug her fingers into his flesh, kneading the fine globes until he grew restless. She swatted him and jolted as his head whipped around.
“What do you think you’re doing, princess?”
She soothed the skin with the palm of her hand. “Couldn’t resist.” Distracted, she watched as blood reached the surface and turned his ass cheek light pink.
“That’s twice you’ve popped my ass. I think a little retribution is in order.”
The pulse of her heart pounded heavy in her ears. His words worried and excited her at the same time. She wasn’t worried he’d hurt her. Never that. She worried what it said about her that she was so ready to play this little game. What would he think when he found her swollen and wet? Would he think less of her?
No. Of course he wouldn’t. He’d encouraged her, praised the way she’d made him feel. This could be an opportunity to push her limits, and maybe his, too.
She’d started it and she wasn’t about to chicken out now.
She eased her leg over, sliding off the bed. “What kind of retribution?”
His gaze followed her, eyes flashing with a hunger she felt clear to her toes.
“The kind that puts my palm on your bare ass. Among other places.” He rolled over and pushed from the bed, standing his full height. He twisted left, then right, testing the muscles she’d worked. His cock, swollen and thick, hung heavy between his legs. Moisture beaded at its tip and Jessa fought the urge to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth.
“Because you’ve been so generous tonight,” he fisted his length and stroked once, twice. “I’ll give you a three-second head start.”
Jessa couldn’t pull her gaze away from his hand. The dominance in the way he spoke, the confidence in the way he gripped himself, shifted something inside her. The knowledge that she wanted this, wanted Garrett more than she’d ever thought possible, heightened the anticipation. She licked her lips and inhaled slowly. Her heart hammered in her chest.
“One.”
Oh, shit.
Did he really expect her to run? The wicked gleam in his eyes told her yes. He expected her to run, and was prepared to give chase.
“Two.”
Jessa backed away as he made to circle around her. He moved slowly, stalking her. The door at her back, she knew this was her only chance.
“Three.”
*
Garrett couldn’t even muster a laugh when Jessa squealed and dashed from the room. He needed every bit of lung power just to breathe.
Fucking unhinged. That’s what she did to him.
This little game they’d started had his dick close to bursting. It’d been hard enough to let her play on his skin, her hands kneading away his aches and pains, her fingers dancing over every inch of his back, his sides, his ass.