started at my toes. Long, slow gliding strokes from each toe up to my knee. His hands were warm, the slightest bit rough.
I couldn’t tell that he was doing a whole lot, but if he was trying to move the liquid that was inside my body, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. Over and over he ran the flat of his hands over my skin. The pressure was enough that I knew where his hands were, but that was about it.
My mind began to empty as I mentally traced his hands over my skin. I’d never spent a lot of time thinking about my body. Not since getting divorced. While I’d been married, I’d had nothing else to think about.
But here, now, with Ryker, I became aware of everything. My skin. How sore my lower legs were. Right over my ankles, it felt like I had boulders trying to procreate.
As if he knew exactly where to go, he concentrated his light strokes over those areas. As he worked in smooth circles on my lower legs, I felt my body sink into the bed.
His slight chuckle a low hum in the air. “Feel good?”
I nodded. “Very. You’ve got good hands.”
“I’ll tell Grams her therapist trained me well.”
I smiled and looked at him. His expression was intense as he watched his hands. Little frowns would pucker his brows when he would hit a spot that needed extra attention. His fingertips would flatten against my flesh, angle the slightest bit deeper.
By the time he got to my right knee, I was anticipating his touch. The surface of his skin had smoothed out against mine. But, if such a thing were possible, his hands had gotten warmer. Almost hot. Like he’d held a cup of freshly poured coffee for long moments before touching me.
His fingers traced the joint softly. Moved in long gliding motions from just below my knee to directly above it. I lost count of the number of times he followed the same path.
One particular spot on the inside, just over the edge of my bone had me sucking in a breath. My lower belly tightened in a rush. Holy cannoli, what the shit was that?
“Okay?” he asked, his hands stalled on the point.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just sensitive right there.” Please goddess don’t let him know what kind of sensitive.
His brow tightened slightly. With slower speed and a hint more pressure, he prodded the area with more focus. Over and over he ran his fingers on that spot that made me feel like I was about to come off the bed.
Recipes filled my head as I tried to get my mind off of what he was doing. Two and a half cups of sugar. One and a half cups of unsweetened cocoa powder. One and a quarter cups of sweet goddess, please, just a little harder.
No. Wrong.
“Cupcake? You good? Your body’s all tense. Am I hurting you?” He sounded concerned.
“Maybe move to a different spot?” My words were a little shaky around the edges but I thought I sounded pretty normal. I looked at him.
He nodded but continued to frown. He bent my knee the slightest degree, angled it outward from the midline of my body. “I swear I’m not creeping on your goodies. You’ve got a lot of fluid sitting in your inner thigh. You okay for me to drag it up and out towards your hip bone point?” He tapped the outside edge of the waistband of my boyshorts.
“How are you going to drag it up and out?”
He angled his hands down between my legs.
I let out a peep, my eyes huge.
He chuckled. “Hold on.” Once he had a soft, open-handed grip on my flesh, he somehow managed to flatten it and roll it outwards towards my hip in one smooth motion.
My eyes almost rolled up inside my head. A low moan vibrated from my throat before I knew what was happening.
My eyes popped wide again. I slapped a hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how that happened.”
He chuckled and got his hands between my legs again. “You’ve got tons of nerve endings, fluid, flesh, tissue, and muscle here. If you’ve been celibate, it doesn’t get touched very often. I’ll try not to let it go to my head.”
My cheeks flushed as his smile widened.
He did the motion again.
Fire lit my insides. Sweet goddess and all the brownies, that was amazing. Another moan purled from my throat. I grabbed the extra pillow and slapped it over