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By now she was completely relaxed against him. But he thought he could do better.
“If you roll around onto your tummy, I’ll give you a back massage.”
“Oh. I’ve never had a massage.”
“Just a light one since I don’t have any oil.” He made a mental note to get some if she liked this.
“All right.”
He slid down farther, and she rolled over. Drawing her onto his chest, he massaged her back over her clothing to begin with. As she started to grow heavier against him, he slid his hands under her top to rest against her skin.
He just kept them there for a moment, letting her get used to his touch.
When she didn’t object, he moved his hands up her back, massaging.
A long sigh escaped her, and he smiled.
He’d thought this might be a good way to help her relax. And if it got her used to his touch, well, it was a win-win.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Yes. It feels amazing. Like my muscles have turned to jello and yet . . .”
“And yet, what?”
“I don’t know if I should say.”
“Tell me.”
“It turns me on as well.”
He nearly choked on his next breath and she sat up, staring down at him in concern. “Do you need something? A drink of water?” She tried to climb off him, but he grabbed her hips.
“I’m fine, baby. Really. I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
“Oh. Because I don’t seem like someone who would get aroused?”
What the heck?
He sat up and clasped her face between his hands. “Baby, no. That’s not what I was thinking at all. I like that you enjoy my touch. That it makes you hot.”
“Just because I don’t like people touching me and I haven’t had a relationship before . . . that doesn’t mean that I can’t get aroused. In fact, I find the books I read to be very stimulating.”
“I might need to read some of these books.” They could be an insight into what she liked.
She was blushing slightly as she stared down at him. “Mostly, I read books about Daddy Doms and Littles. Oh, and I really like Omegaverse books. Sometimes I think it would make life so much easier to have a bond with someone. Then I wouldn’t have to try and work out how they were feeling. I’d just know.”
His poor girl. He knew navigating social situations had to be frustrating and exhausting for her.
“And do you like to get yourself off after reading these books?”
She eyed him for a long moment. He could see the wariness in her gaze. As though she thought this might be a trick question.
“You can tell me anything. I’m not going to make fun of you or tell you that you’re wrong. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of self-care.”
“I thought self-care was putting on a face mask or going for a walk or something like that.”
“Self-care can be lots of different things,” he told her. “It’s what makes you feel good. A time-out or reset from the world.”
