Maybe it was the fact that they were all alone up here in his penthouse condo instead of back at the yoga studio, where there were always other people close by. Or it could have been the sensuous, musky scent of the candles as they continued to burn, combined with the hypnotic strains of the violin piece that was currently playing on the iPod. All of those factors combined to make Sasha hyper-aware of the smooth, leanly muscled masculine flesh beneath her hands, and of the clean, fresh scent of his skin, as though he'd showered just before her arrival this evening. Several times during the massage she had to pause and take a few more of those deep, calming breaths, feeling the need to continually re-focus her energy and attention on what she was doing.
She was also reminded - reluctantly so - of exactly how long it had been since she'd had sex. Long months, maybe closer to a year, she figured, and gave her head a little shake in bemusement. She had never been one to sleep around, or feel that she desperately needed a man in her life. Too many years spent watching one or the other of her parents with their current paramour had turned her off the concept of casual, meaningless sex. And while she had never actually been in a long-term, committed relationship, at the same time she had always liked the men she'd slept with, had had something in common with them, and for the most part had remained friends with them after the physical part of the relationship had fizzled out.
Her aunt Linda had been accurate in her description of Sasha during their most recent visit. Sasha was very much a creature of sensation and emotion, had always been comfortable in her body, and while her attitude about sex was nowhere near as carefree and relaxed as that of her parents', she was honest enough to admit that she liked sex, enjoyed being intimate with a man, and had missed sharing a bed with one.
Which was very likely why she was becoming increasingly aroused with each passing minute, why her hands seemed to linger as if with a will of their own on Matthew's lower back, his biceps, his calves. It was true that he wasn't as muscular as Tessa's husband - Matthew was a few inches shorter, about twenty five pounds lighter, and built along leaner lines than Ian, who had the powerful physique of a professional bodybuilder. But Sasha had never been attracted to imposingly muscular men, had always felt a little intimidated in their presence, perhaps because she herself was of only medium height and a slight build. Matthew's form, on the other hand, reminded her of an athlete's - similar to a triathlete who'd been a client of hers once, or a swimmer she'd worked with a few times.
"Time to turn over," she murmured softly, as she placed a hand gently on his shoulder.
She kept her eyes averted as he slowly shifted onto his back, focusing her attention on rearranging the top sheet so that his lower body remained covered at all times. But once Matthew had settled himself, she couldn't help from sneaking a quick, furtive peek, and had to bite her bottom lip to stifle a gasp at the sight of his impressive erection tenting the sheet. And then, for some unknown reason, instead of glancing away again she found herself meeting his very intense, very hot gaze.
This time Sasha wasn't able to suppress her gasp of mingled surprise and alarm when Matthew grasped her wrist and pulled her close enough that her hip collided with the massage table. Her eyes widened in shock as he swung his legs over the side of the table, shoving the covers off of his body at the same time – his very naked and very, very aroused body.
She tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp, while at the same time finding it impossible to tear her eyes away from his proudly erect penis. "Matthew, what are you - this can't be happening. I - "
"Please." The single word escaped his lips in a husky whisper. "God, it's been such a long time, Sasha. I've wanted this, wanted you, since the first time I felt your hands on me. And I'm not talking about the first time you gave me a massage. I meant when you and I danced together at Ian and Tessa's wedding back in June. I thought then that you were the loveliest woman I'd ever met, and even though I was still a married man I knew I wanted you. So, please. Don't deny me. You have no idea how much I need this."
Sasha nearly recoiled in shock as he brought her hand to his cock, and especially when she felt how hard he was, how his hot flesh was pulsing beneath her fingers. "We can't do this," she whispered urgently, even as she began to stroke his cock with long, slow strokes. "I mean, you're my client, and this is really crossing a line."
He groaned his pleasure as her hand continued to pump his cock, his breathing becoming uneven. "If - if that's the only issue," he panted, "then consider yourself fired."
Before she could think up a retort, he'd literally scooped her up onto his lap, then threaded a hand into her curls to hold her head still. In the next second his mouth was on hers, kissing her like a starving man, and with a sigh of surrender she began to kiss him back.