Page 21 of Dream Lover
“So um … you know that I don’t expect you to do this. I totally understand how it might be uncomfortable. We can just hang out. I don’t expect you to get naked … or to get a lingam massage,” I babbled on, the last couple of words coming out like a cough.
Conner stepped into my space, his finger grazing my jaw and our eyes connected. His were intense. “There’s no doubt that I want to do this. I’ve waited my whole life to touch every inch of your body.” Holy shit. Swoon. My knees grew weak, and I could’ve fainted then and there, but I had to know.
“You didn’t want to touch me the other night.”
His head shook. “You mean when you teased me with that body?”
I nodded then swallowed, but my throat suddenly felt raw.
“It took everything in me not to touch you, Quinn.”
“But then…” I interrupted as he pulled me closer to him.
He leaned down whispering in my ear, “We haven’t talked about it. I wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Yeah, I think we are, but...” He didn’t let me finish.
He smiled wickedly. “Strip down, Quinn. Ladies are first.”
My cheeks colored ten shades of red. “Erm. Okay.” Confidence in my body wasn’t an issue, except I had crushed on Conner as long as I could remember and now, I was about to strip down to my birthday suit and lay on a table for him to touch me anywhere and everywhere he pleased. I wasn’t certain I could handle it without completely losing myself in arousal. If it was anything like the video I was screwed.
“Would you like me to close my eyes?” he teased as his eyes roamed over my body, causing fire to caress each spot.
“No. I want this. I want you, Conner.” I sucked in a deep breath, shimmied out of my shorts, and followed by lifting my blouse over my head.
Standing before Conner in my undergarments his eyes wouldn’t leave me, making me burn white hot.
Conner licked his lips, and I took a deep breath knowing next to go was my bra. Taking a lesson from strip class, I turned my back to him and unclasped my bra, letting the fabric fall down my arms.
Go big or go home, Quinn.
Slowly my panties shimmied down my thighs, and using my toe I kicked them to the side. While I wanted to know what Conner thought, I climbed onto the table on my stomach before I could talk myself out of going through with this whole massage ordeal.
Conner got straight down to business. Eyes closed, I focused on my breathing, but I heard him rummaging through the basket with the different oils. The loud slapping of his palms coming together cracked in the quiet room, causing me to jump a bit. “Music?”
“Hmm?”
“There’s a remote for the sound system,” he responded.
“Yes please.” Music would give me something else to focus on aside from the fact I was laying here naked in front of Conner Davenport. Being stripped completely bare for someone was difficult.
Instrumental music by Enigma came on, and I swallowed hard. The song was erotic in its tones and beats, making me think that was the reason it was on the playlist.
Seconds later, Conner’s fingers stroked the bottoms of my feet. I expected the action to tickle, but it felt nice. Oily and warm, his fingers kneaded into the soles of my feet, working their way up the backs of my calves slow and methodical. If we were starting out this good, I wasn’t going to survive the rest. I was sure somewhere in his past he did this for a living.
“You have the softest skin.” Those firm, strong hands moved to the small of my back, avoiding my ass.
I appreciated that he was taking his time with me and treating me with the utmost respect. Even if he was driving me completely crazy in the process.
Desire pooled in my lower belly. This massage should be banned or outlawed because the thoughts that were running through my mind were naughty. He hadn’t even gotten to touching the front of my body, and already I wished he’d flip me over and have his way with me. I’d never been more turned on in my life.
This was crazy.
This was Conner Davenport.
The man of my dreams for as long as I could remember.
How many times had I dreamt of him touching me? Too many to count. It was a torturous, in a good way, dream come true. I loved every arousing second.
