Harlequin Intrigue February 2018--Box Set 2 of 2 by Debbie Herbert

Author:Debbie Herbert
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488033766
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Slate’s right fingertips skimmed the supersensitive part of her neck that curved into her shoulder. His left fingers joined in on the opposite side before all ten gently but firmly massaged.

For the first minute, Vivian couldn’t really think. It had been so long since she’d had the muscles in her neck artfully manipulated. Strong fingers hit a knot and immediately began to untangle it.

“How’s that? Too much?”

“No,” she said, keeping it simple. If she didn’t, she’d be blathering about how absolutely wonderful it felt.

He pushed his hands under the loose neck of the T-shirt and kneaded the tops of her shoulders. He never broke contact with her skin, just kept kneading and stroking.

“You’re really good. Have you had lessons about how…to do this?” Her eyes had closed somewhere after the first minute or two.

“Nothing professional.”

“Should you be doing this?”

“I’ll stop if you want me to.” His hands paused. She shrugged and he began kneading her shoulder blade.

Why have him stop? This was innocent enough. Just a shoulder rub. Nothing unprofessional. No. Wait. Everything about it was unprofessional, but was there anything about their relationship that should remain segregated? Hadn’t they already crossed a line since she was staying at his house?

If she were honest, she’d wanted to cross a line when she’d first seen him sitting in her booth at the wings restaurant. The desire grew with everything they did together.

“I hope you don’t expect one of these in return. You’re turning me into mush.”

“Good. You need a little relaxing.”

“I admit that eleven months of sleeping on that lumpy pullout called a mattress has done horrible things to my muscles.”

“I can tell.” Slate shook her shoulders a little to emphasize his words. “Come on, relax a little. You know you’re safe here.”

Yes, she was safe. But it was still hard to let go of the stress caused by trying to free her brother. Stress and the guilt of being free when he wasn’t.

“There you go again. Tensing up. Stop thinking about it.” His strong fingers slid confidently across the loose shirt and the flesh underneath. “None of this is your fault. No matter how much you try to take the blame.”

“For someone who wants me to forget about Victor, you sure are saying a lot to remind me.”

“True.”

Slate’s fingers stopped kneading. She heard his booted footsteps leave his place behind the couch and go into the kitchen. Listened to the fridge open, to a glass clink.

Okay, so relaxation was over. She closed her eyes and tried to stop her brain. Stop it from racing down the path of helping her brother. That wasn’t completely true. Her pulse was racing because of Slate’s touch. Because she wanted more than a shoulder rub.

She desired the human contact he provided. Shoot…she desired him. Back in Miami, she might have already invited him to dinner at her apartment. She might have slid her hands around his neck and suggested a long good-night kiss.

It was comical how much she wanted to just be with him.

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