Page 66 of Decoding Morse

“What?” she asked.

“You look like a goddamn angel.Mygoddamn angel.” I hadn’t earned that right to call her mine, but fuck it.

Amelia had never been good at accepting compliments and didn’t know how to respond. Sparing her the trouble, I turned and lowered the shades. The view was gorgeous, and we were high enough up that nobody should be able to see in, especially with the light off. But there were snipers on our trail, and any number of perverted punks could have binoculars trained on these windows. I was the only one seeing her naked tonight. I spread the dry towels over half the bedspread.

“What are you doing?” Amelia asked.

“I’m giving you a massage. Lay down on your belly.”

She hesitated. “That’s unnecessary. You’ve already gone above and beyond, and I should….” Her gaze drifted to the towel currently doing a piss-poor job of hiding my erection, and she licked her goddamn lips. “Take care of you.”

I reached down and pinched the head of my dick because I would not come in a towel, dammit. “You. Stop that. Get on that bed now. Ass up.”

She should have slapped me across the face. I’d braced for it, knowing I deserved as much, but that wasn’t the reaction I got. Instead, the fucking vixen yanked the corner of her towel and let it drop to the floor. Naked, she climbed onto the bed on all fours,looked me in the eye, and lowered her head to the mattress, leaving her ass in the air in invitation.

Holy shit, she was a brat in the bedroom.

I should have known. Everything else about her was perfect. Of course, this would be, too. I slapped her ass. Not hard, but sharp enough to sting. She gasped in surprise, even as desire pooled in her eyes.

“Does being in that position hurt your leg?” I asked, my hand lingering on her backside.

“No. Not right now.”

Good to know. I filed that tidbit away for later. “Lie flat.”

For a moment, I thought she would argue, but she complied with a huff.

My hand roamed over the swell of her cheek to the juncture of her legs, where she was still soaking wet. “You’re sore. I’m gonna fix that before I fuck this pussy.”

She pressed against my fingers, and I pulled my hand away to scoop up my phone from the dresser. Ignoring her frown, I fired up my music app and found an appropriate station for the occasion. Smooth jazz notes softened the silence, and I turned up the volume and set my phone aside to retrieve a small glass bottle from my backpack. When I unscrewed the lid, peppermint and eucalyptus flavored the air, giving the room an achy old people smell.

“Magical potion?” Amelia asked, watching me.

“You’d think so to hear Hound tell it. He’s got a bad back and swears by this shit. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try it on your leg.”

“Thank you. That’s really thoughtful. I can’t remember the last time I had a massage.”

Then I’d give her the best damn massage ever. I coated my hands in oil and rubbed them together to warm it. The fireplace had chased away most of the chill, but I wanted her completelycomfortable and relaxed. I started on her shoulders, digging deep into the muscles and attacking the knots.

“Let me know if I get too rough.”

Her little moan of agreement shot straight to my dick. “Not too rough. Feels incredible.”

Encouraged, I continued, taking my time as I worked my way down her arms before focusing on her lower back. Moving to the bottom of her feet, I massaged up her legs, carefully avoiding the juncture of her inner thighs. Even as she spread her legs, tantalizing me with a glimpse of her glistening cunt.

When I dug my knuckles into her ass cheeks, she winced before relaxing and letting me go deeper. “That muscle is called the piriformis,” I said, grinding against it. “According to the videos I watched, massaging it should give your sciatic nerve some relief.”

“You watched videos?”

“Of course I did.” I’d never done this before and didn’t want to fuck it up.

“Well, this is the best torture I’ve ever endured.” Her words came out husky and heated as she pressed against my touch, begging for more.

I dug and kneaded until she was a boneless mess beneath my fingers. Then I grabbed her discarded towel to wipe off the excess oil, but Amelia turned over, and all thoughts and intentions fled the room as she palmed her breasts.

I shook my head, chuckling.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, though her smug smile told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

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