Page 82 of High Seduction
“Nearly done. You’ve got a ton of knots back here. I’d suggest whatever you’ve been doing, take a break from it for a while,” Charlie said.
“I’ll pass that on to my boss. He’ll be thrilled.”
Charlie and Monique finished up and left, music still playing in the background.
Erin lay still, utterly content. “I’m never moving again,” she sighed happily.
“That will make flying the next rescue difficult,” Tim noted.
She pulled to a sitting position, legs dangling from the massage table as Tim rolled to his back.
She stared at him, at all his firm muscles flexing as he moved. His lean torso had a light dusting of hair on his chest, a trail leading down to his semi-erect cock. He reclined like a Greek statue, and she soaked in the sight, enjoying herself immensely.
Tim smiled. “What?”
“I’m taking stock of my blessings. Today has been one incredible thing after another. Not to mention that we recently got out of a scary situation unscathed.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“It’s been my pleasure.” His gaze drifted as the robe she’d marginally draped around her for privacy slipped off one shoulder, revealing her breasts. “Anything for you.”
She artfully shrugged so the other side would slide away as well. There was a low level of pleasure riding in her veins. It didn’t matter that it had been someone else who’d been touching her; her skin had grown more sensitive from knowing Tim was all but naked, two feet away.
Erin tilted her head. “Did it turn you on to get the massage?”
“Charlie?” Tim considered. “It felt good no matter who was touching me, but the sheer-out pain he caused there at the end—I wasn’t kidding when I said it hurt like hell.”
She examined him closer because she could. “I’m turned on. I’m a little surprised—I didn’t think girls did it for me, but that’s twice in the past couple days that the idea of being with a woman hasn’t frightened me.”
Tim shook his head, pulling his robe back on and sadly covering up her lovely view. “It should never frighten you to find someone attractive. It’s not only physical beauty that makes us look twice, either. Sometimes it’s an attitude, or a skill set. Both can lead to good old honest lust.”
Erin took his hand and let him help her off the bench. She leaned against him as he guided them back to their rooms. Between the conversation and her utter relaxation, she found it tough to concentrate. She pulled on the simple wraparound dress he laid out for her without making a comment about the lack of underwear he provided.
Tim had an attitude that she’d always admired, but now he’d matured, and there was so much more to him. More layers, more depth.
Had she changed as much in the years they’d been apart? She wanted to ask him that, but part of her was afraid that she’d been slacking off. Hiding from the things that she should have faced head-on.
Every step of their time together had her closer to the point of acknowledging that shehadrun so many years ago, and that maybe her reaction had been wrong.
They stepped into the dining room and she jerked to a stop. The room had been transformed into a glittering spectacle of lights and shiny baubles.
All of it only two feet off the floor.
Matt rose from where he’d been seated on the floor and greeted them, kissing her knuckles and leading her to a large, low cushion.
Tim looked extraordinarily pleased. “Wow. Foodandambience. Did I pick the right catering company, or what?”
“There was a group of four that rushed in here to make things over. Who was I to argue?” Matt said.
“Japanese?” Erin asked. “Oh, wow, this looks fantastic.” She leaned forward to examine the offerings on the tabletop. “I love sushi, and I love sake and—”
“Then let’s start there,” Tim said.
He settled on one side of her, Matt on the other. Erin stilled as their warmth surrounded her.
Matt ignored her pause, pouring from the teeny heated carafe. “Body temperature,” he explained. “I got the lecture before they left.”
Tim lifted his glass for Matt to fill, then waited until they all had their glasses in the air. “May there always be mountains in our lives to leap from.”
“And soft objects to cushion the landings,” Matt added.
