Page 56 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
Clearing my throat, I pat his side of the bed. “We’re adults. And obviously attracted to each other. This is a normal reaction. Especially after hanging out all day. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”
Did I say I was exhausted earlier? I’m wide awake now.
He sits next to me and a long moment of silence ensues, but I hate the idea that he’s uncomfortable right now, so I keep talking.
“Besides, being in your lap today... You know. Sorta worked me up.” We kissed a few times, and he held me in his arms to warm up in the cold water, but I didn’t want to grind on his lap with Janelle a few feet away. She might be his ex, and we might be trying to instill some boundaries with her, but gyrating on her ex felt like a step too far. If Ben were my ex, I’d hate to see him humping some girl.
But damn, I thought about it. A lot.
His eyes darken. “Oh, yeah?”
I nod slowly and squirm to ease the ache that’s taken residence between my thighs.
The talk this afternoon meant we were planning to bone, right? At least, I hope that’s what it meant.
I decide to crawl across the bed and into his lap. And, yes, I hope to slink over there all sexy. Except as I turn onto all fours, my shoulder cramps, and I land on my face with a mouthful of comforter.
“Ow.” I snort with laughter because come on. With my face buried in the blankets, I reach around to rub my arm. “Holy hell, that hurts.”
“What’s wrong?”
He rolls me onto my side. Spit slides down my face as I continue to laugh and howl in pain. This is not sexy, Sienna! But I can’t help it. This is too ridiculous not to laugh, and since my shoulder won’t stop cramping, all I can do is writhe around.
“Cramp. Shoulder. Hurts.”
He frowns as he tells me to roll back onto my stomach. “From rafting?”
“No, from skiing yesterday. I haven’t done that in years. I’m in shape from yoga and jogging, but not for skiing exactly.”
I thought I was fine after soaking in the river all day, but then I carried a bunch of groceries this evening, and they were heavier than I thought they’d be.
“Hmm.” Ben starts to dig his thumbs into my back, and I almost cry in relief when he delivers on that massage he promised me.
“Oh, God. Thank you.”
“You have a hell of a knot in your right shoulder. Also, you’re a little sunburned. Am I hurting you?”
Now that he mentions it, the rubbing does burn a bit.
“Hold on a sec. I have this great body oil you can use so you don’t peel off the top layer of my skin.”
I crawl over to the edge of the bed and grab my toiletry bag. But because my arm is so weak, I end up having to stand up and use my other arm.
“You’d think after a million yoga classes this wouldn’t be an issue.”
His eyes trail over me. “You are in great shape.”
“I’ll confess to being a slug last week because of the stitches. Every time I tried a downward dog, my head began to pound.”
His eyes turn devilish. “Downward dog?”
I smirk. “Yes, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll show you what that looks like.” I toss him the oil. “Here. Rub me with that.”
He makes a choking sound that makes me laugh. Good. I hope I make him as unbalanced as he makes me.
Flopping on my stomach, I rest my head in my arms. “Get to work, Rodriguez.”
“Not gonna lie. I like you all bossy.”
