Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Christ, what a body.
“I’ve never given a massage before,” she admits.
“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” I assure her, trying hard not to lick my lips like a dog. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. I just need to relax. Take my mind off things for a while.”
There’s a subtle pause; she’s nervous but trying not to show it.
“Is there…oil?”
“Behind you,” I say.
Evie turns, giving me a view of her backside, which is beyond glorious, like a ripe apple I want to take a bite out of. I watch as she bends over the rack, squirts a few squirts of massage oil into her hands, and then turns back to me.
“All right, boss. Here goes.”
Boss. Yeah, I like that.
And then, Evie puts her hands on me, and I feel a pressure rise between me and the table.
Chapter Four
Evie
* * *
I feel beyond uncomfortable in the lingerie Shawn brought back for me and told me to put on. This is something a pageant winner would wear—or a Victoria’s Secret model—not me. I’ve never even been on a real date before, and I’m all decked out in this and giving an oil massage in heels to New York’s most notorious crime figure.
I almost wish he was big and gross and ugly. Maybe then I could just disassociate and take my mind off the whole thing. But as I place my hands on his back and look down at the sculpted, sinewy, powerful muscles of Callum’s back and the carved line of his jaw, I can’t help but react in the way any woman would react; I get all warm and fuzzy inside. I feel a heat growing between my legs and an urge I don’t want to acknowledge rising within me.
I hate this man for what he’s doing to me—for all the directions he’s pulling me in at the same time. Part of me wants to find something big and heavy to hit him with so I can find a way to escape, but another part of me wonders if this moment between us might be an opportunity…something that could turn into something special.
“Harder,” Callum says, his voice low. I realize I’ve been aimlessly dragging my fingertips across his back, not applying any real pressure.
“S-sorry,” I stammer as I put my weight into it and do my best, trying to remember everything anyone has ever told me about giving a massage over the years. At first, he says nothing, but after a minute or two, he lets out a deep groan like a satisfied beast. This sound awakens something inside me, a sense of pride, and I can’t help but smile.
Still, I keep my mouth shut. He can’t see that I’m actually starting to enjoy this. His ego is big enough.
“There’s more to my body,” he says. Again, I realize I’ve been concentrating only on his upper back. Clearing my throat, I work my way down to the edge of his towel that is covering his mid-section.
For a man so rough, his skin is quite soft. I work it with my fingertips, leaning in with my palms, adding as much pressure as I see fit. Then I feel Callum’s hand on my ankle. My first instinct is to back away, but I don’t; he wouldn’t like that. So I allow it and wait as he moves his fingers up my leg to my thigh. He pinches my stocking and says, “Take this off.”
“My stocking?” I ask timidly.
He turns, removing his head from the cradle. “All of it.”
“Callum, I—” I stop when I see the look in his eyes. No, there’s no arguing with him. I agreed to this and that’s that. Even just by me saying his name, I see him ready to scold me if I go any further. So I shut up, take a step back from the massage table, and reach behind my back for my bra hook.
It’s the first time I’ve ever been exposed to a man before, and my hands are shaking as I undo it. It doesn’t help to have his gaze fixed on me, but when I see his expression change, my nerves begin to calm down. The corners of his mouth twist up slightly, and his blue eyes lower and hood with lust.
As I reach for the clips on my garter, his eyes follow. In fact, his eyes follow every one of my movements as I undress, taking in my body in a way that somehow keeps me from feeling self-conscious. In fact, I somehow start to feel kind of…sexy maybe as he looks at me.
Maybe that’s not the right word, because I definitely don’t feel in control of myself or the situation at all, but there’s something about his eyes moving over me that has me definitely feeling something I’ve never felt before, and as I step out of my panties and reveal my most private area, it’s like a new side of myself awakens.