Page 135 of Resurrection
Her touch sends my heart into overdrive. "You ready?" I ask, a little breathless.
"Sure."
I grab her hand, and we head to the massage room, where low light spills across the tables and two masseuses are waiting for us. The air here is slightly perfumed with the scent of lavender and clean sheets.
We slip out of our clothes, stealing glances at each other, and I wonder if I can handle this. If I can keep my promise and not screw it up. The table is coolagainst my skin, but all I feel is the warmth radiating from her body as we lie side by side.
The masseuses begin their work, kneading away the tension that's built up over seventeen long years. Naomi turns her head, her gaze finding mine, and it feels like a spark. Like something bigger than us, bigger than anything we've ever known.
"This is amazing," she murmurs, her voice thick with relaxation.
I reach for her hand, our fingers brushing in the half-light. "Better than our teenage plans?"
"Better than any plans," she replies, a sleepy smile on her lips.
The massage deepens and so do the glances we exchange. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, but there's a heat in them that matches the fire inside me. I'm lost in it, lost in her, and I don't want to find my way back.
When the session is over and the masseuses leave, we move back to the main room and duck into the hot tub.
There, we sit across from each other, naked, surrounded by bubbles and foam.
"This is so good," she says. "I approve."
"I’m glad to hear it." I pour us more wine and hand her a glass.
My skin’s alive and on fire where my fingers touch hers when she takes it from me.
"This is the real reason you brought me here, huh?" She laughs, her voice echoing against the tile. "To get me drunk?"
"Guilty," I say, scooting over to sit beside her.
We fumble in the tub for a moment, balancing the glasses, and I take a second to admire the ink on her back—the collection of falling feathers—until she’s pressed up against my chest. I’m turned on and relaxed at the same time. Part of me wants to have her, hard and fast and madly. But part of me wants to take it slow and savor every inch of her in a sensual dance of seduction. The water cradles us, soothing and warm and healing.
"So," she says, tilting her head to look at me. "What’s next on the agenda?"
"Well," I say in her ear, my voice rough with simmering desire, "I thought I’d give you a couple of orgasms."
She inhales sharply, her body tensing a little. I slip my hand down her shoulder and trace my index finger over the swell of her breast, teasing her nipple.
She’s tight as a bow string all of a sudden, her back arched, her head falling. "Ty…"
"You like that?"
"Mmmm."
I set the wine aside and give some attention to her other breast. Herbreathing is fast and shallow, and she’s making those soft moaning sounds I love so much.
I can feel her trembling against me, which only fuels my own need. My cock is fully erect, pressing against her ass and ready for action.
Calm the fuck down, I think to myself. There's a whole night ahead of us.
I dip my head and trail kisses along her neck. She tastes like vanilla cupcake and herbs and everything I've ever wanted.
Slowly, I slide my fingers lower, dipping them under the water, then skim them over her stomach before moving to her inner thigh.
She gasps, her eyes squeezed shut, and I know she's as ready as I am.
"Shh," I whisper in her ear, nipping at her earlobe. "Just feel it."
