Page 29 of The Wing
“Yes,” I respond hesitantly. If he moves much closer, he’ll encounter more than he bargained for. Massaging my thigh is not helping the excited dick situation.
Hemi shifts closer, his foot brushes my hip, and he lifts my leg up until my knee pokes out of the water, and he wraps his hands fully around my thigh, digging his thumbs into my hamstring.
A groan rips from my throat, and my eyes fall shut. His thumbs digging into my muscles shouldn’t feel good, but his hands wrapped around my thigh makes me want to surge forward and rub myself all over him.
“Feel good?” his husky voice asks. My response is a garbled sound, but Hemi must have understood because he says, “Good.” I don’t even know what I was trying to say. My brain has melted.
His hands set my leg down carefully and massages down the length to reach my ankle again. He squeezes my ankle and shifts to my other leg.
Hemi starts slow. Spending time on the arch of my foot before gliding over my calf. I sink deeper into the water and keep my eyes closed.
“I should be doing this for you. You’re the athlete,” I murmur, too tired to raise my voice.
“I’m fine. I’m used to my muscles being sore. I don’t remember a time when they haven’t been.”
I open my eyes. Hemi frowns slightly in concentration and stares at the water where the bubbles hide where he’s holding me. “That’s a long time to be sore.”
Hemi shrugs. “Comes with the job.”
I decide not to address why he’s here, staying with me. I doubt he wants to talk about his shoulder, but the fact he’s so concerned about my sore muscles and how used he is to his body being in pain, it’s clearly on his mind. But unless he bringsit up, I don’t think it’s worth discussing. He didn’t come here for a stranger to give him an opinion on his body. Even if his hands are currently on me.
“I’m shit at massages, but I can give it a go if you want,” I suggest. I never picked up on Daisy’s tips despite her numerous attempts while we were at uni. I either use too much or too little pressure, but for Hemi, I’d try to remember the information she rattled at me after lectures.
Hemi squeezes my calf. “I promise I’m fine. I’ll tell you if I’m not.” He meets my eyes, and I nod.
“You could give Daisy a run for her money.”
His eyebrows raise. “Really?”
“Yep. I’d do anything you want right about now.”
“Really?That’s valuable information to have.”
“Don’t make me regret telling you. And don’t tell Daisy.” I glare at him. “She’ll kill me.”
He laughs. “I won’t. I’ve thought about going into physiotherapy when…” Hemi sighs and shakes his head. “When I retire.”
I cover my surprise that he brought up retirement. I thought it was bad luck for athletes to discuss it. His shoulder must be bothering him still. “You’d be good at it.”
Hemi ducks his head. “Thanks. Maybe I’ll look into it again if things don’t go to plan,” he finishes quietly.
“You could,” I agree, “but I don’t think you’ll need to ask Daisy about universities for a good long while yet.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You wouldn’t be there if they didn’t believe in you.” I take the chance to give my opinion since he brought it up. “You wouldn’t be here either if they didn’t want you on the team anymore. I know it seems counterintuitive, but the game is as mental as it is physical. It’s a good thing you’re here.” I holdmy breath, hoping I didn’t cross a line. He didn’t come here for opinions, and I just gave him an opinion. What if?—
Water sloshes over the tub and hits the tiles with a slap. I surge upright and barely take a breath before Hemi’s lips are on mine.
Hands land on the dips of my hips, and Hemi crushes me against the tub, but I don’t feel the porcelain digging into my back. I wrap an arm around his waist and thrust a hand through his hair to grip the base of his neck.
His tongue darts out to taste my bottom lip, and I gasp and open my mouth to let him in. To beg him to stay here with me.
I moan when his tongue brushes mine, and Hemi echoes the sound, dropping his hips, and I jerk at the sensation of having him so close. Hemi’s hips roll forward, and he brushes my erection.
I rip my lips from his, panting in horror. A kiss doesn’t mean he wants anything else. “Sorry.”
Hemi nudges his nose against mine. “Don’t be.” His eyes drop to the water and the bubbles hiding our hips. “Can I?”
