Page 61 of Kage

I scooted forward as she’d done, shifting so my back was to her. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had anyone massage a single part of my body. The abstinence wasn’t necessarily by choice. I’d simply refused to become that intimate with anyone.

For some women, kissing was too intimate until several dates in with the same guy. For me, it was body massages. But I’d sensed she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. What the hell? One week.

I continued to repeat that to myself. One week and she’d be out of my hair.

With everything she’d been through and with her size, I’d thought her touch would be light. Pleasant, but unable to remove any kinks.

As usual with her, I thought wrong.

Her touch seared my skin, but the way she pulsed and rubbed her fingers along my spine and on both sides of my neck immediately released a few kinks.

“Tilt your head to the side.” She was gently pushing on my jaw, guiding me with her hand as if a professional. I allowed her to continue, enjoying the touch more than I should be.

A sound suddenly caught my attention. She was humming. The woman never ceased to amaze me. Close to a week of her life had been fraught with danger, bullets flying at her head and men beating her just for the sake of being assholes. She’d almost been gunned down while being chased to a plane and forced to hide out with me, a general asshole, and a dog she’d initially said terrified her.

Now she was humming and from the sound of it, a happy tune.

Not that I would know. Music had little effect on me.

She continued rubbing, every couple of minutes pressing the heel of her palm against either side of my spine before returning her concentration to my neck.

My eyes were barely open, the pleasure tingling every muscle in my upper torso.

“You are so tight. That’s stress,” she murmured. “I need you to lie down so I can crawl on top of you.”

“What?” I snapped my head to the side noticing her instant frown.

“Not like that, tough guy. I can’t put too much weight on my knee and I need more traction with you. The only way I can work out most of the kinks is by straddling your waist.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Oh, come on. You’re a big boy. I’m a woman. We slept in the same room. You’ve seen me at my worst, including caked in mud and God knows what else. And you’ve seen me without makeup, oh, the horror. I think we can do this.”

Snorting, I debated for just long enough she popped me in the arm.

“How about trusting me, SEAL?”

Hearing the word on her lips made me smile. “Fine, I’ll lie down.”

“Maybe we should announce it to the air traffic controllers in the tower wherever we’re going.”

“Funny.” I eased down, rolling over and she deftly swung one leg over my hips, pressing down.

The bad man I was allowed filthy thoughts to roam my mind. If only she was straddling the front of me, and I was able to rub my fingers just underneath the material of her shorts.

Yeah, I needed to find a way to get her out of my mind before I completely lost it.

With the shift, she was able to rub harder, kneading my back and using near brutal force to manipulate my neck muscles. With the hum of the plane’s two engines, I could easily fall asleep.

The weight of her felt far too damn good, the scent from her morning shower filling my nostrils and spilling into every cell and muscle.

Fuck, I was even harder than before, the unwanted thoughts ripping through my mind creating an unwanted fog.

Hunger.

Need.

Desire.

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