Page 38 of One Week in Paradise
‘Fine,’ I say, trying my best to act like I’m doinghima favour. ‘Let’s see what you’ve got.’
Once we’re back in the suite, Cash instructs me to take off my vest and lie face down on the bed. I do as he says and try to ignore the feeling of warmth that pools low in my belly when he tells me what to do. That’s something for me to unpack later.Muchlater.
‘You ready?’ he asks.
I nod, not trusting my voice.
He crawls over me, knees on either side of my hips, and lowers himself down, so he’s resting lightly on my ass.
‘I’m not too heavy?’ he asks.
‘No,’ I manage to croak out. ‘You’re perfect.’
That gets a chuckle out of him. ‘I’ll start with your back.’
He places his hands gently on my back, and I’m pleasantly surprised to feel that they’re warm.
‘Take a few deep breaths with me,’ he says. ‘In and out until we’re in sync.’
I feel myself pulse down there as I blindly follow another one of his orders. Maybe I need to unpack this now. Why does him telling me to do something send a jolt of arousal shooting through me like this?
We take deep breaths together until we’re breathing as one.
‘Good girl,’ he mumbles, and that truly nearly sends me over the edge. I bury my face in a pillow to muffle my groan and hope that he doesn’t notice the way I’m squeezing my thighs together.
Once he’s happy with our breathing, he brings his hands to rest at the base of my neck, his thumbs pressing gently on my spine. I inhale a sharp breath as he glides his hands all the way down my back, right down to the curve of my ass. For a second, I think he’s about to squeeze my cheeks,but then his hands move out to my hips, and he presses his thumbs into the soft skin on my sides.
It feels sensational. Every ounce of stress and anxiety I’ve been clinging to for the last three months fades away with his touch, and I feel myself sinking into the mattress as my entire body turns to jelly.
His hands move up towards my shoulder blades, his palms making small circles along my back as he goes. ‘Does this feel good?’
‘Yes.’ And I can’t help the loud groan that escapes from my lips as his hands slide back down my back again, gliding over the curve of my ass.Lower. I need him to go lower. I lift my hips slightly, my back arching into his touch and moan, ‘Yes, you feel so good.’
His hands freeze, and I hear his breath hitch. Then suddenly, the bed creaks and the weight of his body on top of mine is gone. I glance over my shoulder. Cash is standing away from the bed. His face is red, and he’s breathing heavily.
‘You okay?’ I ask.
‘Mhm,’ he hums. I don’t miss the way his voice cracks slightly.
‘Are you sure? You don’t look—’
‘I’m fine,’ he chokes out. He stumbles backwards until his back hits the bathroom door. ‘The massage is over, by the way. I think I’m going to have a shower.’
I blink at him, my mind still a little bit hazy. ‘Now?’
‘Yeah, it’s pretty hot, and I’m sweaty, and I feel gross and…’ He trails off as he opens the bathroom door and disappears inside.
I lay there on the bed and try not to think about how incredibly turned on I am right now.
I fail.
Miserably.
As soon as I hear that he’s got the shower running, I flip onto my back and immediately hike my skirt up. I dip my hand past the waistband of my panties and heave a sigh of relief as I press against my throbbing pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before.
I close my eyes and try to pretend like it’s Cash’s hand down there.
Good girl.
