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“Let me know if you need me to come back for any reason.”
She waves, making a littlepfftnoise as she heads out the door. “I would like to do yoga with you again if you have time?”
“It’s a date! Let’s get together this week at the park.”
“I’ll tell Allie.”
“Text me!” She trots out the door, and I stand at the sink, watching her skip down to the restaurant through the kitchen window.
“That was close.” The deep male voice behind me sends a thrill straight to my core, and I turn when I feel the heat of his body at my back.
“I didn’t really lie. Miss G did order Christmas gifts for everyone. I’m just not sure if they’re all coming today.”
“I know something that is coming today.” He leans down, covering my lips with his, and I sigh, opening my mouth and curling our tongues.
It’s warm liquid in my veins and heat in my core. “I’ll grab my bag, and we can take off. I’m eager to test out this new massage.”
His brow lowers over blue eyes, making my body hum. “Me too.”
A paletteof blankets and towels are spread on the wooden platform Zane built under the arch, laden with green leaves. It’ll be covered in pink bougainvillea again when spring comes, but today, we’re surrounded by the scent of cool air and warm woods from the massage oil.
The hush of ocean waves drifts quietly around us from the speakers overhead, and I let the plush robe fall from my shoulders, placing it on the massage table above us.
I’m completely naked, and turning to face him. In this setting, outdoors, with the cool air and the open breeze, it’s like we’re the only people on Earth.
He sits in front of me on the makeshift bed. He’s also naked, and his cock thickens as I move closer. Ice-blue eyes darken, and I tremble with anticipation. I’m so ready, I might come from one touch alone.
“Lie on your stomach.” I place a pillow under his head, and he does as I say, placing a hand under his cheek. “First we oil.”
Taking the bottle, I pour a liberal amount into my palms before spreading it all over his toned back. His body is so beautiful, long and muscular and athletic. When he’s covered, I pour a generous amount of oil over my bare breasts and stomach.
“I’m not using the traditional seaweed gel, but I think the results will be the same.” My voice is quiet, and he slides his palm along the side of my calf.
“When you put this body on mine, I’m sure they will.” The promise in his voice tickles my core.
“It’s also edible, so…”
His groan sends a thrill through my stomach,making me exhale a nervous laugh, and I pour more along the back of his legs, his firm ass, then on my thighs and arms.
“Here goes.” I lift my leg to straddle his waist, lowering my entire torso onto his, my breasts flattening against his back, my cheek against his shoulder blade.
We both exhale a sigh as our bare skin unites. My eyes close, and my muscles relax. Then I start to move, sliding my front up and down his back. The heat between us grows as the oil allows me to use my weight to massage him.
I slide lower, bending my knees but keeping my breasts in contact with his butt, and I raise my hands up, circling my thumbs in the thick muscles of his shoulders, spreading my fingers from his spine outward following the lines of his physique.
“That feels really good.” He groans, eyes closed as his cheek rests on his hand.
“It gets better.” A grin touches my lips, and his chest vibrates with a chuckle.
Rising into a sitting position again, I slide forward on his ass to straddle him and rock my hips, grinding my crotch against his lower back. The sensation is instant, sending surges of pleasure radiating into my clit.
My lips part, and I exhale little gasps with every rock. Leaning forward, I grip his forearms, still undulating against him. My breasts press against his shoulder blades as I grind, and my lips are at his ear.
“Fuck, Rachel,” he groans.
Sitting up, I carefully turn, so I’m now facing his feet, still massaging his lower back between my thighs. This time when I lean forward, I rub my thumbs down to his calves. My stomach presses on his ass, and I kiss him there.
“Shit,” he hisses. “It’s getting harder to stay on my stomach.”
