She didn't trust herself to say anything more, because she knew how much her voice was giving away. When she'd offered to give him a massage she'd had no idea she would react this way. But I should have known, she scolded himself. I always react so strangely to him. The gasp that escaped his lips when she finally put her hands on him sent another little shiver through her, but she continued moving her hands purposefully over his skin.
The groan made her breath catch in her throat, and she had to force herself not to continue, kneading harder now that the muscles were warmed up. She tried to ignore the way the sound affected her, the way his compliment made her stomach squirm a little. “That's kind of the point of the massage,” she teased, though it didn't come out quite as confidently as she wanted it to.
She kept working over his shoulders for a while, finding more than a few knots and rubbing gentle circles over them with the pad of her thumb before gradually increasing the pressure to work them out of his muscles. Eventually she started to move her hands down the sides of his spine again, rubbing in circular motions and pausing to work out knots and kinks. She tried to focus on kneading the muscles and not the fact that touching his bare skin was sending little tendrils of sensation running up through her fingers. She'd never touched anyone she wasn't related to like this, and it was completely different than giving massages to her siblings. Or maybe it's just because it's Jim...
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The groan made her breath catch in her throat, and she had to force herself not to continue, kneading harder now that the muscles were warmed up. She tried to ignore the way the sound affected her, the way his compliment made her stomach squirm a little. “That's kind of the point of the massage,” she teased, though it didn't come out quite as confidently as she wanted it to.
She kept working over his shoulders for a while, finding more than a few knots and rubbing gentle circles over them with the pad of her thumb before gradually increasing the pressure to work them out of his muscles. Eventually she started to move her hands down the sides of his spine again, rubbing in circular motions and pausing to work out knots and kinks. She tried to focus on kneading the muscles and not the fact that touching his bare skin was sending little tendrils of sensation running up through her fingers. She'd never touched anyone she wasn't related to like this, and it was completely different than giving massages to her siblings. Or maybe it's just because it's Jim...