Page 25 of Gentleman Wanted
I couldn’t help grinning. “Take your shirt off, Gem.”
“My shirt?” She giggled. “Why do I need to take my shirt off?” There was something in her voice that told me she had a good idea why I wanted her shirt off.
“I’m going to give you a massage.” I laughed right along with her. “You’re clicking and clacking like an eighty-year-old, and luckily for you, I give a killer massage. So lose the shirt and the bra and lay down. Let me make you feel better, Gem.”
Our eyes met, and she didn’t look away as she pulled the shirt over her head. I knew she expected me to look at her body, for my eyes to linger on her breasts in their basic white bra. So I made sure to keep my eyes locked with hers.
I wanted to look down, to drink her all in, but I wanted her to feel comfortable as well.
“Lay down.” Softly I smiled at her.
She settled herself down on the sofa, and for the first time since she had taken her top off, I got to look at her. The smooth skin of her back was like a beacon for my hands. I wanted to run them all over her. My lips as well.
But I could be patient. Carefully I climbed over her, my knees on either side of her waist. I ran both my hands up her spine, and she shivered under me.
“I’ve got rolls and wobbly bits.” There was so much uncertainty in her voice that my heart panged. She shouldn’t feel insecure about her body. Not in front of me and not in front of anyone else.
Gemma was beautiful. I just wished she could see herself how I saw her.
“You’re perfect.”
“I’m-”
I didn’t let her finish. “Perfect Gem.” With practised ease, I unclipped her bra. My fingers kneading over the red mark it had made on her smooth skin. “You’re fucking beautiful. Now be quiet and let my magic fingers go to work.”
Throwing back her head so suddenly she almost knocked me out, she laughed. “Magic fingers, huh?”
Leaning over her, I nipped her ear lobe into my mouth, sucking on it for a second. “They are magic, Gem. You just lay there and wait and see.”
***
This was hell. Pure and utter hell. Not because I didn’t want to have my hands all over Gemma’s body. No, it was hell because I did.
Her skin was smooth and pliable under my hands.
It took everything in me to keep my hands on her back and shoulders and not let them wander to more tempting places.
Somehow I managed it, though, and with every movement of my strong hands on her back, Gemma relaxed a little more. Her body became languid against the cushions.
I liked her like this. Without thinking, I bent over her, my lips trailing down her spine, retracing where my fingers had slid. I couldn’t help myself.
I had half been expecting her to stiffen, to say something to make me stop. So when she moaned softly, my dick jumped to attention.
“That feels nice.”
Grinning against her back, I let my hands slide up and around her, fingertips brushing against her breasts.
I wanted her. And she could have no doubt how much with the way I was pressing against the crease of her ass.
“Good.” I nipped playfully, and she shifted slightly so I could cup both her full breasts in my hands.
Another moan tumbled from her mouth as I squeezed.
“But I want you to feel better than nice, Gem. I want you to feel amazing.”
Her moans were driving me to distraction. Each one coming louder and breathier than the one before, and each one of them going straight to my cock. My hands slid downwards, sliding over her hips to the ass that was covered by her soft black sweatpants. I pushed the material down, my fingers almost shaking with the anticipation of finally seeing her laid out bare for me.
I had waited so damn long for this moment, probably longer than I wanted to admit. And it was finally happening.
