Page 129 of Heart of Stone

“Actually, it’s okay if you don’t. I like seeing your reactions when you hear a song that you like. You’re very responsive to music.”

“I know. It’s hard to explain. It’s like I can feel music, if that makes any sense,” I told him.

Alexander shifted his position slightly, causing his manhood to brush against my backside. The seductive music alone was doing a fine job of provoking my already heightened sexual ache – the last thing I needed was to feelthat. A shiver of desire raced down my spine.

“Is the water too cool?” Alexander asked, seeming oblivious as to why I had quivered. I gave myself a lecture in an attempt to ignore the longing that I felt.

Focus on the massage. Tune out the music. Just disregard the feel of his body.

That’s wet and warm.

And slick with bath oils.

“No, the water is fine. Perfect actually,” I said, my voice sounding slightly higher pitched than normal. It was a real struggle to focus exclusively on the kneading of his phenomenal hands on my shoulders.

“Hmm, yes. This is nice,” he agreed easily, but he seemed distracted.

I glanced up at him. He looked lost in thought, and totally unaware of the torment I was experiencing.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Actually, I was thinking about this weekend. If the weather holds out, I thought maybe we could go out on my boat on Saturday.”

“You have a boat?” I asked, seizing the opportunity to break the progression of my salacious thoughts.

“Yes, I do. It might be the last chance we have to use her too. I don’t expect to have many more days of good weather.”

“I don’t think I’d be much fun out on your boat. Frank used to take me fishing on Rensselaer Lake when I was a kid. I would always get seasick.”

I could feel his chest vibrate with a low chuckle.

“I’m sure my boat and the water conditions are quite a bit different than being out on Frank’s fishing boat. But don’t worry. I can get you a bracelet for seasickness if you need it. And there’s always a motion sickness pill, although I’m not a huge fan of them.”

I watched the steam furl in the air above the tub and contemplated the likelihood of getting seasick. After a while, the lazy swirls were mesmerizing and I began to fully relax for the first time since Alexander joined me in the tub. It seemed silly to fret over whether I may or may not get sick aboard his boat.

“Whatever you say,” I agreed easily.

Content to just appreciate the moment, I closed my eyes and breathed in the soft scent of the billowing moist air that surrounded us.

Alexander continued to knead the muscles in my neck and shoulders. When his hands moved down to massage my arms, I was starting to get drowsy with sleep. However, my eyes snapped open when I felt his fingertip brush over one of my nipples. I couldn’t be sure if it was by accident or not. However, when he skimmed over it a second time, I sharply sucked in a breath, knowing that it wasn’t merely happenstance. My nipples hardened in response, just aching to be touched, a painful reminder of what could not happen.

Slipping both hands under my arms, he captured both breasts and I realized how heavy they felt. Yet, despite their fullness, his gentle rolling of the ultra sensitive points began communicating to another part of my body. Unfortunately, that area was currently wearing a do not disturb sign.

It was like torture of the worst kind.

“Oh,whycouldn’t my period have come tomorrow?” Frustration gripped me and made the rhetorical question sound like a whine.

“Shh…don’t talk, Krystina.”

He tilted his head forward and began trailing kisses up and down my neck. His teeth tugged at my earlobe, causing a shiver to race down my spine. I could feel his erection growing and pulsing against my lower back, a sure sign that he would soon have a frustration to match my own.

“Alex, you’re making this worse,” I moaned. He moved his hands down my belly, coming precariously close to the mark before I stopped him by squeezing my thighs together.

“Open your legs for me, Krystina.”

“You know I can’t.”

“You can,” he persisted. Shifting his legs so that they came over the top of mine, he locked his ankles around mine. In one swift motion, he spread our legs out together. Water sloshed out onto the floor.

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