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A sigh of pleasure escaped my mouth.
“Good?” Kian asked.
“Very good. You are indeed the master of massages.”
His fingers brushed the loose leg of my shorts. “There’s tension right up the back of your thigh.”
“Is there really, or is that just your coy way of feeling me up?”
“A bit of both. Tell me to stop.”
I didn’t want him to. It felt nice.
His fingers slipped beneath the edge of my shorts and slid right up, until his fingertips touched the crease where my thigh met my ass. “Seriously, Rebel. Tell me to stop.”
He was right. This was going well past the realm of a friendly coach-student, after-workout rubdown. And yet, I still said nothing.
His fingers moved beneath the elastic of my panties and higher to grope my ass. To his credit, he kept up the massaging action, smoothing his thumb into my flesh.
“How’s my booty?” I asked, turning my head to the side to peek back at him. “I’m pretty proud of her.”
“Is she as badly behaved as you are?”
“I think she’s the source of all my evil powers to be honest.”
Kian groaned. “Don’t tempt me to pull these little shorts off and spank her.”
Heat bloomed between my thighs. I flipped over onto my back before he could reach between my legs and notice. It forced him to remove his hand, but he was still on my bed. Still in nothing but a towel.
And I had a very real need building between my legs.
When he lifted my aching leg and draped it over his shoulder, I gasped.
If he’d been Fang, his next move would have been to go down on me.
But Kian straightened my leg out and leaned his weight forward, increasing the stretch.
“If you learned this from your coach, I hope he at least bought you dinner first.”
Kian’s smile was always so bright. He had a dimple in one cheek when he smiled really big. That damn dimple did things to me.
“I slept with my track coach all through college.”
“I’m not sure I’m surprised.”
“Why. You want to sleep with me right now, Little Demon?”
My fingers itched to pull his towel and see what was straining beneath it. “I’ve heard it’s good cardio. Much better than running.”
Kian laughed and pushed back to his knees, dropping my leg to the bed.
It fell like dead weight in disappointment.
“As fun as that sounds, I made you a promise of breakfast, and we are running out of time.”
“We are? Where are we going?”
“Vaughn let it slip last night that you’re planning on going to Caleb’s Halloween party with him.”