Page 71 of Tell Me Again

He’s watching me with a kind, quiet expression, and his face reddens as he reaches up and touches my cheek. “In case it wasn’t clear earlier, you’re my first—my first, um, everything. It’s always... only been you.” He pauses and then blinks and looks down for a second. His hand squeezes mine. “And I’d be really, really fucking happy to find out all the benefits of having a physical therapist for a... boyfriend.”

It is right. It’s right and good and everything I want.

I set my free hand on his bare chest, feeling his heart racing under my palm. And then I nod and stretch up to kiss him.

“You’ll feel better when I’m done, and then, we can pick back up where we left off.” He groans as my hand slips down and caresses over the bulge still constrained in his briefs. “Sound good?”

“Ahh, yeah, yeah. Fuck, yeah.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Coop

“Now, normally, I’d be working on a massage table. And I’d have all my clothes on.”

I hold back a snort of laughter. “I would hope so.”

I lie down on my stomach on the bed, and Josh settles over me, straddling my thighs. There’s a quiet click as he opens whatever that tube is he pulled out of his jeans pocket a moment ago—when he’d still had his jeans on—and then he leans over and kisses my cheek before he starts.

His hands are like fucking magic—slow and warm and strong as he soothes the aches in my neck and shoulders and upper back. Somehow, he knows exactly where I’m hurting and exactly how to loosen up my muscles and ease the pain. I’ve got no concept of time right now—how much time has passed, what time it is, anything. The room is dark, and it’s quiet. And I’m just hoping I don’t fall asleep, because I’m probably much too relaxed.

That changes a few minutes later when he leans over to kiss my cheek again.

“Feeling better?” he whispers in this low, deep voice that’s just so fucking sexy. And he lingers there, bent over me, with one hand resting on my shoulder, his thumb still rubbing into my muscles.

I start to answer, but my voice won’t quite work. “Mm-hmm, uh, y-yeah.”

He shifts a little, and there’s a pressure on my ass that’s rock-hard and hot. And my body quite suddenly remembers what we’d been doing before we came back into the bedroom.

Ah, fuck.

The pressure is gone when he straightens up a bit and starts rubbing my upper back again, using longer, firmer strokes. I groan in protest, though it’s not intentional, really—I just can’t help it. His hands slow and work a little lower before stopping.

“Something wrong?” He leans over me again, letting his hands slide right up the middle of my back with just enough pressure. And god, when his hands reach my shoulders, his dick presses into my ass again. Shit, he’s hard.

I grunt some sort of response to his question, although I’m not sure I formed any actual words, and then I lift my hips up off the bed to meet him.

There’s a puff of hot air on my neck as he groans. “Mmm, ah, I...” He can’t seem to form sentences any better than I can right now. But I still think it’s fucking sexy.

The bed shifts, and he sits up again, his hands moving to my hips. He’s still for a moment, though that doesn’t stop my heart from doing whatever the fuck it’s doing in my chest. Beating too fast. Unsteady. Shit.

He clears his throat. “I think, uh, my official work as your physical therapist is done.”

“Official? So... you can get all unofficial now?” My voice is rough. And I wonder how the fuck he’s going to interpret that. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wonder for long.

“Yeah,” he says. His fingers tease underneath the waistband of my briefs as his weight shifts over me again, and then he traces a wet path down my back with his lips and tongue.

“Fuck, I like unofficial.”

“Mmm.”

He pauses his path downward, but he tugs gently at my briefs, and I raise my hips again so he can slip them off. Then he’s back, his hands now caressing my ass as his kisses resume, his lips moving lower and lower. Slowly. Fucking slowly. Just how I like it.

He moves again to settle one knee between my legs, and I shift, bending a knee slightly outward to give him more room. He kisses one of my ass cheeks as his fingers dip down to brush against my hole.

“Ahh, fuuuuuuck.” Fuck, that’s good. It’s so fucking good. I think I can’t breathe, but I groan and prop myself up on my elbows. I feel his breath against me, his mouth hot as his lips trail inward toward where his fingers are still exploring. Shit, it’s good.

“It’s good? This is okay?”

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