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Instead, Reagan realized that all instructions had been given prior to their arrival, enabling the women to get straight to work, thus avoiding the normal bumpy start to her massage. Just another thing Elijah had handled—pampering her yet again.
The warm towel felt nice across her butt, providing the smallest of modesties. She turned her head to watch Elijah just as Joy’s warm oil-covered hands started massaging her shoulders and neck.
As the massage grew stronger, Reagan closed her eyes, letting the memories of the last twenty-four hours marinate in the amicable peace. The soft music was the perfect ambient backdrop as she felt the stress of the recent weeks seeping out of her muscles, leaving her feeling more relaxed than she’d thought possible considering she’d just ended a long-term relationship and was laying naked next to a man she barely knew.
As the minutes ticked by, Reagan appreciated not only the massage, but the silence. She suspected that if Tristan were in the room with her right now, he’d be talking a mile a minute…most likely flirting with the masseuses, making it impossible to relax.
The simple silence was as therapeutic as the massage. Listening to Elijah’s quiet moans of pleasure as his own masseuse kneaded those muscles she’d admired earlier felt intimate. Her thoughts drifted to wonder if she might get to hear similar sounds later when she was the one bringing him pleasure?
Just thinking about what sex with Elijah would be like flamed the physical ache in her core until she worried her own moans of pleasure were broadcasting her growing need to her massage partner. It wasn’t hard to imagine it was Elijah’s hands on her body, but that daydream made truly relaxing that much harder.
By the time the massage was ending, Joy had massaged every part of her body except the parts that felt most on-fire. Instead of feeling relaxed, Reagan felt alive. Aware.
Horny.
Reagan lay boneless on her back as the women gathered up their supplies. She should thank them. Say polite goodbyes. Cover herself more. Instead, she let Elijah once again take the lead as he pushed to his feet, wrapping a towel around his waist as he gave the ladies their thanks, and assured them he’d be adding a big tip to their bill.
The click of the door locking behind the leaving women was like a starting shot at the tracks, telling Reagan’s heart to race faster. Unsure what to expect, she remained still on the padded table until Elijah’s smiling face appeared above her.
“You look relaxed,” he said, raking his gaze down her body as he reached to stroke her hair. Despite the room being plenty warm, her nipples peaked to attention, aching to be touched. “But it looks like Joy left a few unfinished patches that are in need of some attention.”
Their gazes snapped back to each other. Dare she say it?
“I was kinda hoping you could finish those last few spots,” she whispered.
Elijah’s grin grew predatory before he answered. “I’d be happy to help. In fact, I’d like to get started with our bonus activities. I think we’ll both have more fun if we spread your dozen orgasms out over a few hours.
Reagan’s breath hitched. Her body was more than ready, but her head still had reservations.
“Maybe we don’t have time. I’m sure they will need this room again soon,” she argued.
“We have this private room for another thirty minutes. I’m looking forward to enjoying the sauna and the whirlpool with you. Now… close your eyes,” Elijah instructed. His voice was firm and clear. Demanding.
She did as she was told.
His hands circled her wrists, stretching her arms up and above her head as he added, “Hands stay up here while I’m tending to your needs.” The ache in her core spasmed at his demand, threatening to explode when he added, “I’d hate to use the belt of my robe to tie you down if you move.”
Why the hell was his threatening to restrain her so damn hot? No man had ever discussed the possibility of tying her down, let alone done it. Of course, that hadn’t stopped her from dreaming about what it would be like to be restrained during sex. Some of her favorite images to conjure while masturbating involved being taken—hard and fast. Forced to take whatever the faceless lover of her dreams dished out.
But today, the lover of her dreams was no longer faceless. And if she played her cards right, she’d be living those fantasies before she had to return to reality when their weekend together ended.
Elijah’s calloused hand palmed her left breast, squeezing just hard enough to bring a twinge of pain. The pain was swallowed in an instant as Elijah’s wet tongue lathed her turgid nipple, circling and teasing her tit until she released an obscene groan of desire.
“Such a good girl,” he said, only lifting his mouth long enough to kiss his way across to her other nipple. This time she felt the soft bite of his teeth as he sucked hard enough to pull her breast up and away from her body with his mouth.
The thrust of her hips up and off the table was involuntary. Elijah’s chuckle should have pissed her off, but it brought an extra heat, this time to her face, embarrassed that he knew how desperately she wanted him to claim her here and now.
The temptation to run her fingers through his salt and pepper hair was strong as his mouth devoured her nipple, sliding his hand down her torso leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Talented fingers brushed lower, grazing her pussy.
It was too light. Reagan pushed her hips higher to increase the pressure on her core.
Elijah’s mouth left her breast just long enough to look down into her eyes from above—locking their gaze as he demanded. “Open those sexy legs nice and wide for me, baby. It’s time for you to have the first of your twelve orgasms of the weekend.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ELIJAH
Elijah couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt as connected to another human being as he did to Reagan in that moment. It was so much more than their physical connection. Hell, he’d barely touched her body, and they hadn’t even shared their first kiss yet.
