Page 34 of Last Ticket to Paradise

Raoul flicked the sheet down her back with a whisper, arranging it around her hips. His strong hands kneaded her neck, working around to her shoulders. “You have much tension here.”

Yeah, no kidding. She exhaled.

Raoul’s magic fingers pressed the flesh of her back, coaxing the stress from her tight muscles. He moved to her feet and ankles, skimming the sheet up her legs to bare her thighs. His strong hands reminded her of Jake’s. What would it feel like to have Jake kneading her, touching her?

Someone tapped on the door. A cool breeze caressed her legs as Raoul opened the door. He murmured a question and another male voice answered—a familiar male voice.

The door snapped shut. “Georgette, I need to tell you something.”

She cranked her head around and gazed at Jake through heavy-lidded eyes. She must’ve conjured him up with her daydreams. She couldn’t let this opportunity slip through her fingers. “I’m here to relax. I want my massage.”

Turning around, she hitched the sheet up her thighs. She couldn’t deny that she wanted Jake. Could he deny this invitation?

“Georgette...”

“My massage, please.”

“We need to talk.”

“Later.”

Jake sighed and rubbed his thumbs against the backs of her knees, his hands reaching up her legs. His fingers trailed along her inner thighs, sending shivers up her back. She let her legs fall open a little more, and his long fingers rubbed circles on her flesh, closing in on her derriere.

Georgette felt a rush of hot pleasure seep between her legs.Oh my God.You weren’t supposed to get aroused from a massage. Were you? Of course, that depended on the massage therapist.

He nudged the sheet lower, trailing his fingers along the sides of her hips. She pressed her pelvis against the cot. She was going to make a fool of herself.

Jake’s hands, no longer massaging, skimmed across her bottom, his fingers tracing her cleft. He hovered. “Are you sure?”

She should say something, stop him. But she didn’t want him to stop. “Yes, please.”

Warm breath blew down her spine, and Jake’s lips landed on her tailbone. Georgette gasped and rolled over.

Her gaze met Jake’s, a dark, smoldering blue, as he knelt beside the cot.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, whipping the sheet from her body. He pulled back, his eyes traveling down the length of her bare flesh, scorching her skin. Instead of covering herself like she usually would have, she fell back against the cot, letting his gaze devour her.

He whispered, “You’re so beautiful, like a Greek goddess.”

His tongue traced her ear, and he sucked her lobe between his teeth and nibbled. At that simple gesture, she raised her hips from the cot.

Oh please, just take me now.

His hand reached between her legs, his fingers skimming her flesh, hot and swollen. His fingertips stroked her wet folds over and over, and she held her breath, feeling that if she released it now, she’d shatter into a million pieces.

He removed his hand, kissing the sob from her lips. His mouth moved to the hollow of her throat, measuring her galloping pulse with his tongue. He cupped her breasts as he trailed kisses between them. His stubble scratched her belly, and she wound her fingers in his thick hair. If he put his mouth where his fingers had played before, she’d scream, she’d die, she’d...

His soft lips caressed the center of all her pleasure, her...pussy...and she dragged a breath of air between her teeth. His tongue explored her as his fingers had before, and her head thrashed from side to side as she ascended a cresting wave. But he wouldn’t let the wave rush into shore just yet.

He teased and tantalized her with his tongue, withdrawing its sweet caress just when she felt the tide mounting within her to unbearable heights. He circled his tongue around one nipple and then the other, and she cupped her own breasts, urging him to take her nipple between his lips. He didn’t take the bait, but buried his head between her legs, and with one flick of his tongue, he sent the wave crashing through her.

A spasm of intense pleasure gripped her, sending tingles throughout her entire body. She cried out as another spasm claimed her body. Again and again, hot, sweet passion took possession of her, until she was panting, wanting more, wanting Jake.

Blindly, she reached for him, her hands colliding with his washboard stomach. He peeled his shirt off as she tugged at his fly. His erection strained against the heavy material of his shorts, unrestricted by underwear, and her hands reached inside and drew him out.

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