Page 54 of The Agent
“Well, my firearms instructor always told me I had good hands.” His voice seemed to rumble up and down her spine in a delicious way. Then he leaned down to whisper right beside her ear, “I hear there are massage tables in the room next door.”
Heat shimmered through her, winding into a tight, pulsing point between her legs.
His whisper came again as he continued to massage her shoulders. “You could take all your clothes off and let me work on every muscle in your body.”
She moaned at the image he conjured up of her body naked on the table while he ran those powerful hands all over her bare skin. She could almost feel his fingers sliding between her thighs and stroking into the ache she felt growing low inside her.
“Those massage tables can’t hold two people who are ... moving,” she said with regret.
“Well, depending on how you feel about it, the table would only have to hold one.” His voice was a warm rasp now.
Now she had a picture of him bending her over the end of the table and driving into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips while her breasts were pressed against the smooth vinyl of the tabletop. “I think I may come just from thinking about it,” she said on a gasp.
He moved in closer so she could feel his erection against her bottom. His hands skimmed down from her shoulders to her breasts, his finger finding her hard nipples through the silk and lace of her clothes and circling them. His touch set off a shower of sparks that burned down into the desire pooling in her belly.
“Yes!” she said, letting her head fall back against his shoulder.
“Yes to what, sweetheart?” Now he moved his entire palm over each breast, the friction making her hips begin to pulse in rhythm with his hands.
“All of it.” She wanted his hands on her and his cock inside her.
Before she knew what was happening, he’d scooped her up against his chest and was striding toward the treatment rooms. “Very Neanderthal,” she said, looping one hand around the back of his neck. “I like it.”
“I just want to get there quicker,” he said, waiting as she reached out to turn the knob for Room 1 and push open the door.
The scent of lavender with a citrus note of bergamot lingered in the room from the last aromatherapy message. Tully sniffed. “Nice.”
He shoved the door closed with his boot before he eased her down onto the pale blue sheet covering the massage table. He leaned over to kiss her, his mouth soft and firm at the same time. She curled one hand around the back of his head, his hair springy against her palm. With her other hand, she gripped the hard muscle of his shoulder.
His kiss was so distracting that it took her a few moments to realize that his fingers were busy with the buttons of her blouse. She smiled against his lips. “Are you really going to give me a massage?”
“A promise is a promise,” he said. “It may be a very short one.”
When he got to the last button, she sat up and shimmied out of her blouse before she unfastened her bra and peeled it off.
Tully’s gaze fell to her now-bare breasts, his face taut with lust. She leaned back on her arms and arched her back to tempt him. He gave in with a groan, leaning down to suck on one nipple. The heat and moisture on her sensitized skin sent exquisite thrills racing through her body. When he switched to the other breast, she dropped her head back and moaned.
And then he slipped his hand between her thighs to press exactly where she wanted it, rubbing the fabric back and forth against her. To her shock, she exploded into orgasm after only moments, her head thrown back to cry out Tully’s name.
As the tremors lessened, she eased down onto the table, opening her eyes to find Tully standing over her and looking down with a blaze of heat lighting his gray eyes. “Every time I think you can’t get any hotter, you prove me wrong,” he said as he stroked a hand over her bare shoulder and down her arm. When he reached her hand, he picked it up and set a kiss in her palm, his lips warm.
A tingle ran down her arm. “You generated the heat. I just soaked it up,” she said, the orgasm still sending gentle ripples of pleasure through her.
“Let me know when you’re ready for your massage.” He kept her hand in his warm, strong grip.
“That wasn’t it?”
“You don’t know much about massages, do you?”
She smiled up at him with half-closed eyes. “I’m pretty sure that one was illegal in most states.”
“Not half as illegal as what I’m planning now.”
Her nerve-endings did a little dance. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Tully stripped off her trousers, panties, and shoes, his heavy-lidded gaze skimming over her body like a torch. “I hate to say this, but roll over onto your stomach.”
She obliged, putting her face in the cradle at the end of the table. She heard a sound that it took her a moment to place as a pump bottle being pressed. Then his hands were stroking down her back and buttocks with a lack of friction that meant he’d used the massage lotion to oil them. When he began to work on her shoulders, she moaned in bliss. The orgasm had relaxed her muscles enough so that he could loosen them fully. He worked over her arms and hands, then moved to her legs and feet. When he pushed his thumbs into her tired arches, she groaned in ecstasy.
