Even though she tried to keep her voice calm, there was a slight breathlessness in it that betrayed how the sight of him affected her. The thought that he was even able to get a response like that from her sent a little thread of heat weaving up his spine. It made accepting the massage from her a little easier on his conscience, made it feel a little less like he was taking advantage.

As he heard her move closer, he turned his face into the pillow, crossing his arms over his head to support it. The bed dipped a little when she sat down, and he tensed a little in anticipation. She hesitated and he had a moment's fear that she might change her mind, but then her hands were on his skin. Despite anticipating the touch, it made him suck it a sharp breath, then release it on a contented sigh as her hands moved up his back.

He hadn't been lying when he'd said it had been years since he'd last had a massage, but he couldn't remember ever having one that felt like this. Each move of her hands both electrified and relaxed him, and though he bit down on his lip, he couldn't keep in a soft groan as she started in on his shoulders. "God, that feels great," he mumbled into the pillow, feeling the tension drain away from his muscles.

If she was nervous or apprehensive about this, he couldn't tell. Her hands were sure and practiced, and while the fact that they were her hands made each touch almost impossibly arousing, he couldn't help melting into the mattress under her ministrations.