Page 36 of Gamble
Reagan felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. She should be embarrassed or even insulted by his hungry glare, but in truth, being with Elijah made her feel beautiful.
Seen.
“As much as I’d rather stay here and see what other surprises we might have for each other under our skimpy bathing suits, we need to head out so we can make our couples massage appointment on time.”
“Couples massage…?” Reagan’s voice trailed off as she thought through what that meant before adding, “I’ve never had a massage with someone else in the room.”
That’s because she’d been naked for the massages she’d had in the past.
“Me either, but I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather do my first couples anything with than you.” Elijah’s grin slipped, getting more serious before adding. “But if you feel uncomfortable with me being there with you, I can ask them to separate us.”
“No!” She answered so quickly that it surprised even her. “I mean, that’s unnecessary. We’re both adults. It’s fine.”
“Well, and if you’d rather, we can just leave on our suits.”
If she were honest, now that she’d seen how well he’d taken care of the rest of his body, Reagan was more than curious to know if Elijah’s hidden body parts were as impressive as the rest of him.
“Let’s see how we feel when we get downstairs, okay?” She hedged.
Grabbing one of the fluffy robes the hotel had provided, Elijah walked closer, holding it out as if it were a coat, waiting for Reagan to step into the terry warmth before leaning in to hug her from behind.
He spoke softly in her ear. “I hope you decide to go bare. It gets me one step closer to our bonus territory.”
Reagan’s breath caught at his flirting. The words he’d said might have been light and teasing, but the cock she felt rubbing against her ass was seriously hard. Even with layers of clothes between them, she could tell it was as impressive as the rest of his body.
She was unprepared for her body’s immediate surrender to the sexual tension charging between them. Grateful he was holding her tight, Reagan’s legs felt like spaghetti beneath her as her pussy physically contracted with pathetic need.
How long had it been since she’d felt this level of sexuality?
She wasn’t sure, but it had been too long.
Her heart was racing. Had Elijah offered to skip the massage and stay behind in his suite to get started on their bonus activities, she wouldn’t have said no.
“So tempting…” he said in answer to her unspoken thought. “But I will not rush things.”
Stepping away from her, Reagan turned to watch him throw on his own robe before shoving his room key into the pocket. Reaching out in her direction, he invited her to take his hand. “Ready?”
It was a simple enough question, but considering the heavy emotions spending the day with Elijah was dredging up, it felt like he was asking about being ready for much more than a massage.
The thing was, she felt ready. Going with her gut, Reagan stepped forward to take his hand. “I’m ready. Lead the way.”
The small laugh lines around his eyes lit up, making him even more handsome than he’d been just minutes before. “How did you know? I do like to lead.”
Another rather strange comment she contemplated on the elevator ride to the spa level. When the public areas of the hotel got crowded, she had to focus on holding his arm as he weaved them through the crowds. Tucking her head against hisshoulder, she did her best not to glance around, knowing the last thing she wanted to do was run into Tristan and his obnoxious friends.
When they were close to the spa, the crowd thinned out, allowing her to relax as Elijah checked them in with the receptionist.
“Wonderful,” the glamorous woman in a power suit said. “We’re set up and ready for you in the Royal Room. Follow me.”
The spa was bustling as they weaved through the space. In the distance, Reagan could see guests getting hair and nail treatments in one portion of the salon just before going down a wide hallway with closed doors on each side—each with tranquil-sounding nameplates on them.
The Royal Room was at the end of the hall, and as soon as their escort opened the door, Reagan understood they’d named the room well. It was three times the size of any place she’d gotten a massage in the past. More importantly, not only were there two tables set up near the entrance, it was the glass wall exposing a private jacuzzi and door labeled sauna that made it special.
“Wow,” was all she could get out.
“I’ve always wanted to try one of these rooms,” Elijah said, already taking his robe off.
“I’ll give you a couple of minutes to get ready. Marian and Joy will join you in five minutes for your fifty-minute massage. They’ve been given the feedback you provided when you booked your appointment.”
