Page 11 of Climb Me Maybe
"How do you feel?"I ask, stepping back.
"Like I've been taken apart and slowly rebuilt," he says, his voice drowsy and content."I had no idea how much tension I was carrying."
"Most people don't, until it's gone."I wipe my hands on a towel.“Now stay there for five minutes,” I order, fleeing to the bathroom.
I run the water and wash up, taking my time.I splash water on my face, staring at my flushed reflection.
My god, this man.
I want to climb up onto the table naked and just rub my body all over him while biting, kissing, and licking every inch of his skin.
Massage him with mymouth.
He’s a client.He’s a client.He’s a?—
“Imogen?”
I jump.Brady’s leaning against the doorframe, sheet wrapped around his hips like a bath towel.His hair’s mussed, eyes heavy-lidded, and his chest—Lord—I’ll never get over that roadmap of ink and muscle I want to explore with my teeth.
“You’re supposed to be horizontal,” I manage to say.“I said five minutes.”
He rubs his neck, adorably sheepish.“It’s been eight minutes and…I forgot where I put my shirt.”
I walk out to the main room with him and point near his boots.
I should turn to give him privacy, since he hasn’t finished changing.He shrugs on his flannel as he looks at me with something like awe."That was...incredible.Thank you."
"Good.You did great."
Finally, I turn to clean up my supplies, and let him get dressed properly.
I know this was about more than just professional obligation.There's something about him that gets under my skin.
"Could you do the same time tomorrow?"he asks, after he’s clothed and tying his boots.
I check my schedule.
Hallelujah, I’m open.
"I’m free.But are you sure?”I chuckle.“You might need a week to recover.”
He looms in my space with that crooked smile that hits me lower than it should.
His gaze drops to my mouth.
A loud knock on my cabin door makes us both jump.
“Imogen!I have a tension emergency!”
Oh geez.
“Come in,” I tell her, smiling at Brady.
Sky opens the door and freezes, seeing us standing close together.“Oh.Should I come back…afterthe sexual healing?”
Brady’s entire face, including his ears, turns crimson.“I was leaving.”
He brushes past me, all heat and shame, leaving me alone with Sky’s shit-eating grin.
