“Just clearing my throat. It’s dusty in here.” Harriet sneaked a furtive look at Ryker, who was staring at the two women with deep suspicion. “It would actually be easier if you just came over to my house and let me measure you.”
Daisy called out to Ryker “Hey, I’m going over to your mother’s house to do some baking. Don’t get in too much trouble.”
“What are you guys up to?” Ryker demanded.
“Nothing! Why ever would you ask that?” Daisy blinked her eyes at him and turned away.
After Harriet and Marge took her back to Harriet’s house and measured her from head to toe, they spent the morning making cupcakes. “That way we’re not actually lying,” Harriet reasoned.
“That way I get cupcakes,” Daisy said.
“Works for me.”
All that afternoon, Ryker kept pestering Daisy to tell him what she and his mother had been up to.
“Wouldn't you like to know?” Daisy said with an evil grin.
“Yes, very much.” Ryker gave her a winning smile.
“Is that you being charming?” she asked.
“It's certainly me trying,” he grumbled, looking deflated.
“You're doing a great job,” she assured him. “Really, I mean it. You are incredibly charming. More charming than a Disney prince.”
“Hmm.” He frowned with suspicion. “So what were you and my mother up to?”
“Not quite that charming.”
He put his hand on his broad chest and flashed her a mock-wounded expression. “Wow, you really know how to hurt a guy.”
“You're tough. You can take it.” Daisy blinked her eyes at him innocently.
“I’ll watch the rest of Crazy Stupid Love with you.”
She shook her head. “I am standing strong.”
“Ok, how about if I give you a massage?” he asked her. “Full body. Head to toe.”
“You tempt me,” Daisy said. “All right, I will consider telling if you give me a massage.”
It wasn't even that she really needed to keep the secret, it was just that it was so much fun torturing him.
Plus, massage.
She let him lead her to his bedroom, wondering what else she could get out of it. Godiva chocolates?
He began by stripping her clothes off. His movements were slow and deliberate, and this time he managed to get her naked without destroying any of her underwear. As he removed each item of clothing, she felt the soft brush of his fingers here and there. With each whisper-soft touch, she shivered.
Ryker guided her to lie face down on the bed. She wriggled on the covers until she found a comfortable position, but tension zinged in every muscle at the thought of Ryker’s hands all over her body. If the plan was to relax her, this massage wasn’t getting off to a very good start.
If the aim was to turn her on, though…
She gave a little sigh of pleasure as he placed his hands on her shoulders and started to knead her flesh, pressing his fingertips and the balls of his thumbs into the muscles. The sigh was followed by a murmur as he bent and kissed the back of her neck, nipping gently with his lips, his hot breath fanning the tiny hairs at her nape.
He slid his hands down her arms, massaging her biceps, her forearms, her wrists, then each individual finger of her hands. She spread her legs slightly, knowing it must look wanton, hoping he’d take the invitation to touch the moist flesh at her core.
Instead he returned to the nape of her neck and moved downward, working the muscles to either side of her vertebrae and peppering fluttery little kisses down her spine until he reached her ass, where he nipped her buttock with his teeth, making her squeak.
He massaged the thick muscles of her thighs and kissed the sensitive hollows behind her knees. He pressed and rolled her calf muscles with the heels of his hands. She gave a contented moan, feeling as if her bones were melting, and rolled lazily onto her back so she could look down at his handsome face. He cocked that scarred brow at her and smiled, and she parted her legs, knowing he’d be able to smell her arousal and see the glistening of her juices on her inner thighs. The thought made her breath quicken, and she squeezed handfuls of the comforter in her fists and forced herself to stay still; not to draw her knees together or cover herself. He greedily drank in the sight, then took a deep, shuddering breath and continued his slow, sensual exploration of her body.
He massaged her feet, manipulating her toes, applying pressure to the arches, grazing her ankles with his teeth. Then he began to move back up her body…slowly. It was agonizing. She wanted to grab him by the hair and haul him up her body and kiss him until they both saw stars. She wanted to beg him to stop torturing her and just fuck her. Her pussy ached with the desire to feel him inside her. Her fingers itched to touch his defined muscles, moving beneath his soft golden skin like oiled pistons.