Page 13 of Muffin Top
"Wow," I whispered, my eyes finally fluttering open to look up at him. "That was a hell of a massage."
He chuckled, stepping back to lean against the vanity, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Feeling relaxed?"
A gloriously lethargic feeling had invaded my limbs. Heavy but light at the same time. I never wanted to move from the bed. "Oh, yeah."
He smiled and I was once again struck by his good looks. This man had boyish good charm coupled with devilishly sexy intentions – a dangerous combination.
"Have to say, I'm impressed you did all that and one, didn't even try to get a peek of the girls." I waved a hand towards my still towel-covered breasts. "And two, didn't ask for anything." I looked pointedly at his crotch. The giant bulge prominent against the material of his dark wash jeans.
"Tonight was about you." His smile changed to a slightly rueful look. "Besides, I never imagined my first time on a massage bed."
I pushed up, frowning. "Your first time? Do you mean our first time together or…?"
He shrugged. "I'm a virgin. No biggie."
No biggie? He's a virgin? A male virgin capable of delivering pleasure like… like… like that?
"But … how did you… I don't understand."
He quirked an eyebrow.
"I… I mean," I pressed the towel to my chest, heat flushing my cheeks. "I just mean, the way you touched me was so… sure; confident. I would have bet money you'd done that before."
His gaze darkened, eyes burning through me. "Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I'm pure, Honey. I've got an imagination and desires like anyone else. I may not have physically touched someone, but that doesn't mean I haven't imagined touching you a million times over."
Touching me?
I swung to sit on the edge of the bed, both aroused and unsure.
"Do you want me to help with that?"
"No," he huffed out a breath. "We start now we're not stopping until next week. And I suspect you need to use this room for patients."
"Does this mean we're going to breakfast?"
His lips quirked. "Only if you still want to."
Oh boy, do I ever.
"I do."
"Good."
I dressed and shut down the clinic while he cleaned up. We met back in reception.
"One problem, I don't have a car. You may have heard but a drunk driver totaled it." I winked.
His lips lifted. "Well now, I guess I can help with that."
"Oh, thank you, Sheriff. This little lady would be mighty pleased to be saved by you." I fell into him dramatically, grinning widely at the flash of desire in his eyes.
"My place or yours?" He asked, his voice low.
"Mine," I shot him a flirty look. "I have toys."
"Toys, hmm?"
"Mm, lots of fun toys."
