It scares me how much I want him. How I crave to feel his bare skin on mine again.
His eyes darken. I’m not sure if it’s with lust or annoyance. ‘Just fucking trust me for more than ten seconds, will ya.’
Chapter Twenty
I begrudgingly turn, nervous anticipation bubbling in my stomach. Am I really doing this? Daring him to give me an orgasm so that I can prove him wrong?
I jump, splashing the water, when he puts his hands on the top of my shoulders, goose-pimples breaking out all over my body.
‘Calm down,’ he murmurs. There’s an amused lilt to his tone. ‘I’m just going to give you a massage.’
Oh thank god.
‘You think you can give me an orgasm from a massage?’ I ask in challenge. Why am I encouraging this? Because you secretly want it.
‘Do you ever just shut the fuck up?’
I clamp my lips shut, wanting to turn and punch him. But there’s still a tiny part of me excited by his hands on me. Damn, anyone’s hands on me. It feels like forever since I’ve had a reassuring touch.
‘Just try to relax, okay?’ He squirts some liquid soap onto his hands and places them on the top of my shoulders, massaging in warm circles. It’s annoying how incredible it feels. He must have been one of those lads at school who was good at everything he tried.
He starts trailing one hand slowly down my spine. It makes me shiver even though the bath water is still roaring hot. The butterflies in my stomach come alive. Don’t freak out, Phoebe. Just let yourself feel this.
His hand reaches down to my hip and squeezes. It makes me jump, a buzz zinging through my body, ending up low below the water.
‘So so tense,’ he says against my neck, chuckling a hoarse and low sound.
I try to actively relax myself, not wanting him to call me uptight. I take a discreet deep breath. He mirrors his hands, soothingly shifting them upwards and then down again on my sides. The guy is good, he must have taken a massage course or something.
I feel myself start to relax against his touch. Maybe it’s not so bad letting him help me. He might just stop at the massage after all.
His hands slowly move closer to my hips, his tentative touch teasing me. It’s making me feel ridiculously hot and needy. Damn him, it just makes me want to be touched more.
His fingers travel lazily in figures of eight up my spine and rest at the top of my shoulders. Is he going to stop? Please God don’t stop. There are things heating inside of me that I didn’t know existed.
His fingers skim over the curve of my shoulders and focus on my upper chest, slowly moving from my collarbone down to the very tops of my breasts.
It’s such an almost touch, not really making contact where I want him, where my nipples are already erect and begging for release. My breasts heave up and down in time with my erratic heartbeat. One hand trails slowly down the centre of my chest, careful not to touch them, and then swoops from my stomach around to my back again.
My god he’s a tease. He repeats this four times, until I’m basically wanton with lust, pushing my breasts desperately out every time he’s near them. Right now I don’t care that it’s Clooney with the magic hands. I don’t care how much he specifically is turning me on, or how my control is slipping away. Every nerve ending in my body is electrified.
I’m basically panting like a dog when he finally relents and greedily grabs a boob in each hand, squeezing hard. I cry out, unable to help myself. I can practically hear him smirking. Arrogant arsehole. I feel my cheeks redden but I’m too turned on to care that much. Why am I letting him do this again? I don’t want to embarrass myself or let myself be vulnerable around him, but it’s too late now. It feels too good.
He teases one nipple between his finger and thumb while he massages the other like he did my back. It’s hard to concentrate on anything at all, with two very different sensations happening at the same time. I feel delirious and out of control, my brain in serious danger of overheating.
His breath is on the back of my neck, his breathing laboured too. He’s enjoying himself. It’s quite a revelation. This isn’t just him providing a service. He’s