Sandcastle Beach (Matchmaker Bay #3) - Jenny Holiday Page 0,101

started massaging.

She looked down. There were vertical indentations in her skin where the corset’s boning had been and a larger, horizontal one where the band of the megabra had cut into her. It suddenly clicked that his frown had been a look of concern. “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s part of the job.”

The frown deepened as he pressed a little harder and lengthened his strokes.

“Oh my…” Her eyes slipped shut. Who knew having your rib cage massaged could feel so incredibly good?

She heaved a huge sigh, and he said, “That’s right.”

“Don’t stop,” she said, goose bumps rising as her skin prickled with pleasure.

He didn’t stop, but he did lean down and kiss her, even as he kept kneading her skin. She sighed into his mouth, letting a wave of…something engulf her. It was pleasure but more.

Relief. Bone-deep relief. It unspooled inside her even as desire coiled up between her legs. She let her hands slide up and down his back as he kept working both her mouth and the flesh at her torso that she had never realized was so tender. After some time—she had no idea how much, as her world had shrunk to the size of this little pink room—he pulled away. She tried to stop him, emitting a mew of protest and holding on to his neck.

“Be right back.” He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose, a gesture that startled her. It suggested a kind of familiar intimacy that made her feel like she might cry as something inside her lurched with want. Not sexual want, or not only that. Just…the idea of someone who kissed your nose and said, Be right back. It was a more affectionate gesture than she would have expected from him.

He was rolling a condom on. She used the moment to get herself together. She was not going to get all up in her feelings about a peck on the nose.

He turned toward her but remained where he was, his head cocked as he gazed at her.

“What?” she asked, suddenly nervous, though she wasn’t sure why.

“You are gorgeous,” he said.

She rolled her eyes even as warmth exploded in her chest at the unexpected compliment. She made a dismissive gesture.

“Oh, come on. I have been known to be right once or twice. Even you’ve said so.”

She felt herself blushing. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

That was an understatement, she thought, as he grinned and crawled back over to where he’d been before, sitting on his haunches and resuming the weirdly sensual rib cage massage.

“Ugh,” she said, noting that she sounded almost annoyed. “Why does that feel so good? How can that—” She had no words, just a moan of pleasure, as he widened the sweep of his fingers, letting his thumbs drag over the bottoms of her breasts. He chuckled and lowered his mouth to hers, cutting off her ability to speak, which was fine because words had failed her already anyway.

Soon the pleasure took on an edge as he brushed higher on each upward stroke, grazing her nipples. She feasted on his mouth, feeling like she couldn’t get enough. He’d moved to stretch out over her but was keeping his weight mostly off her with his elbows on the bed.

She needed more pressure, more skin, more of him, so she wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him closer.

He got the hint and took one hand off to position himself between her legs.

“Is this cool?” he asked, echoing her earlier question.

“This is very cool,” she said, echoing his answer.

She gasped as he pushed in. The feeling of being filled was so all-consuming, so good. The pressure, the stretch. “Hooboy,” she whispered.

He smiled, a great big one that lit up his whole face. “You sound like a granny when you say that. You swear like a granny.”

“It’s my dad. My mom swears a lot, but my dad is kind of against it. I guess I take after him.”

“Maybe let’s not talk about your parents right now?”

She laughed, even as want seized inside her. “Would a granny do this?” She grabbed his ass, and he cracked up as he thrust into her again. “Would a granny do this?” She lightly slapped one butt cheek before moving her hand, clamping it on the back of his head, and pressing his face against her cleavage and sort of comically shaking her boobs in his face.

She’d meant it comically, anyway, but when he groaned and fastened his mouth onto a nipple, it