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“It’s in my room. And yes, it’s just the portable type. Nothing fancy. It just made more sense to have my own so when the team trainer works on me, she doesn’t have to lug hers in from her car. Mostly, we do it at the pool where she has all the best equipment.”

“Does your school invest in the sports programs, or are they an afterthought? Academics first?”

“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing like a D1 school, I’ve seen some of the most incredible facilities at the big schools, but I think they are taking it more seriously than they used to. They just completely overhauled the aquatics center like three years ago. It’s beautiful.”

“I can’t wait to watch you compete,” he said like it was a given he’d be cheering for me in the stands this season. “On the table,” he instructed with a couple of pats on the padded leather bench.

I just smiled at him, touched that he had given it some thought and that he’d be willing to come support me.

“My parents don’t even come to watch anymore,” I said quietly, struck by a sadness I hadn’t felt in a long time. Or one I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time, anyway.

Before I climbed onto the table, Luke wrapped his arms around my waist and stared into my eyes. He was just a few inches taller than me, so the embrace was very comfortable. Natural.

“I’ll be there every time you invite me.”

Boldly, I leaned in and kissed him. I couldn’t stop myself. It just felt like the perfect time. We stood there kissing for a few minutes, and when I noticed he was getting an erection, I pulled back. I didn’t mean to tease him, but an erotic massage was sounding better by the minute after that kiss we’d just shared.

I slipped my shirt over my head while he watched. Next, I unbuttoned the shorts he loved so much and let them fall past my hips to the floor. I stepped out of them and climbed on the table in my bra and panties as gracefully as I could manage.

Luke was silent the entire time, and I prayed I hadn’t misread the situation.

“I’m going to have dreams about this body,” he said in a husky tone once I settled on my stomach. “Okay, more accurate dreams,” he chuckled.

“You dream about me?” I asked, my own voice dropping in tone too. With my face down in the horseshoe-shaped pad, I felt much bolder to ask him to elaborate.

“Oh, girl,” he groaned. “If you only knew.”

Chapter Thirteen

Luke

If lightning struck me dead right there in Clemson’s living room, I’d die a happy man. Looking down at her body, spread out for me on the flimsy massage table, was like a visual feast. I didn’t know where to start, but I fortunately wasn’t so far gone that I was paralyzed by the lust flooding my system.

My senses were on a carnival ride. Looking at her tanned and toned body made my dick swell to an uncomfortable predicament because it was still jammed in my jeans. Smelling the fragrance she wore—or possibly it was just her natural scent—made me dizzy. Touching her silky skin and the firm, tight muscles beneath had me imagining all kinds of dirty things. The many positions I longed to fuck her in topped the list, and I had to give my head a shake to focus.

When she produced a massage table out of thin air, I made a mental note to say a few extra thank-yous to karma that night when I went to sleep. When she set a bottle of citrus-scented oil on the coffee table, I added a few more to the total.

I got to work on her shoulders and back. I had no idea what I was doing, but her body was an easy landscape to navigate. Every muscle was beautifully defined. The slick sound of my oiled hands on her body drove me crazy and to touch her more.

I wanted all of her tonight, and had to remind myself to follow her cues. The evening had been perfect so far, and I wouldn’t let my impatient dick screw it up.

But Christ, I wanted to fuck her so badly I could’ve wept about it. I hit a particularly tender spot in her lower back and noticed her whole body stiffen.

“Did I hurt you, darling?” I asked, surprising myself with the endearment. It came right out without me thinking.

She didn’t seem to mind at all, though.

She deserved to be called sweet names. She deserved a lot of things I wanted for her.

“It’s always a tender spot,” she said. “Old injury there. I think my reaction has more to do with the memory of the pain than actual pain.” She sighed through a luxurious moan and added, “That feels incredible.”

“I could do this every day. I’m honored to be touching you like this,” I told her honestly. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with the intensity of my feelings but hoped she would share where she was at.

Spending some time on her thighs and calves, I finished that side with her pretty feet. Internally, I marveled at how soft her skin was. For someone who spent so much time in the water, I would’ve expected it to be much dryer. Chlorine was pretty harsh, from what I recalled of summers spent swimming and splashing with my cousins. The way my eyes burned and were cloudy when I would go to sleep those nights felt like a core childhood memory.

“How is your skin so silky?” I asked. “I’ve never felt anything so smooth. Do you want to turn over?”

Please say yes. Please say yes.

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