Page 53 of Wild Tides
“Cupcake, you’ve taken such good care of me the last few weeks, let me take care of you tonight.”
Gaze soft, she smiled. “Do your worst, Murphy.”
I dropped another kiss across her pink lips, scooting to reach for her bedside drawer. “Massage oil’s in here?”
She dipped her chin. “And a few other necessities.”
My groin tightened. One of those necessities would be condoms. But the others? Discoveries for later. I fumbled through the drawer, finding a small tube of almond-scented oil.
Tugging Vi gently upward, I dropped a kiss on her waiting mouth before reaching for the hem of her sweater and stripping it over her head.
“Gorgeous.” My voice sounded breathy, but I didn’t care. Vi deserved to know how beautiful she was. If I sounded green as grass, hopefully she’d take it as the compliment it was.
Generous and curvy, she seemed content to rest back on her elbows, letting me look my fill. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
My chuckle was raw. “If I do this right, I won’t need one.”
Her brow arched. “Yeah?”
“You’ll just let me get you naked whenever I feel like it.”
Her lips twitched. “Prove it.”
Holding her gaze, I flicked the button at her fly, drawing the zipper down tooth by tooth, making it a taunt. A promise. After crawling until my biceps brushed hers, I drew her into a long kiss. Exploring. Searching. Taking my time. She arched beneath me, and I ground back, letting her feel the hardness that kept me on edge.
Flicking my tongue out to trace her collarbone, I unfastened her bra, then tossed it aside before I trailed down to her belly button and lingered there a moment. I tugged her jeans and underwear over her hips and down her thighs. I inhaled roughly. The room smelled like Violet. Her desire. Her need. She clenched her hands in my hair, almost roughly, and I growled my approval.
That was my girl. Not afraid to go after what she wanted. To look after her interests. And this time, her gaze had landed on me.
When I’d stripped her of her clothes, I whipped a finger in the air. “Turn over, Cupcake.”
A flare of surprise lit her eyes. A moment of pause. Like she hadn’t expected me to take the offer of a massage so seriously. But she deserved this and so much more. Her gaze dropped to the bulge in my jeans.
“You sure?”
“More than I’ve ever been.”
Her eyes went dark with liquid heat. She dipped her chin and rolled, nestling her cheek against her folded hands. The bare expanse of her back and curve of her buttocks and thighs stretched across the blue sheets, beckoning me forward.
I warmed the oil in my palms until grew slick and began at the small of her back, slowly stretching and stroking until her skin glistened. The earthy aroma of almonds filled the room. Inch by inch, she melted into the bed beneath me, her surrender a gift of trust I didn’t know I needed.
Gliding my palms across her lats, working the stuck and tight points in her shoulders and neck, helping the muscles relax, should have been meditative. Soothing. But her breathy sighs threatened to undo me. They reminded me that as much as I wanted to leave her liquid and boneless, this was about more than soothing her. It was about seducing her. Body and soul.
Slowly, I stroked down her spine, reaching the dip above her waist, fascinated when a rash of goosebumps echoed my touch.
“Damn, Murphy.” Her voice was throaty. Almost too low to hear. “I had no idea you were this talented.”
“If the author gig doesn’t work out, I guess there’s always massage therapy.”
“Bite your tongue. Those hands aremine.” I loved the possessive lilt in her voice.
“Yes, ma’am. Just so the reverse is also true.”
She leaned into one shoulder, peeking back at me. “I thought that went without saying.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “I have no plans to pursue a career in massage therapy.”
I smacked her flank. “Hey!”
It was a playful smack, not even enough to redden her cheek, but she squeaked like I'd spanked her for real. Her wiggle dragged her curves across my thighs in a way that had my restraint hanging by a thread. “Next time, warn a girl before you get kinky.”
