He was in deep with this woman. Her feistiness in the bar turned him on. Her sweetness in the aftermath of the shit that’d gone down with Colt had turned him on even more. But her hands? All over him? Soothing and tempting and taking away all sorts of aches and pains externally and internally? He’d gone beyond turned on. “AJ, I don’t think I can stand havin’ you touch me without wantin’ to touch you right back in the same way.” “I wouldn’t mind. I told you that.” Cord reached for her. He didn’t speak. He just traced the back of his hand over the soft skin on her face. “You’re so pretty. God, you’re so pretty.” She blushed, making her even prettier, in his opinion. “You want me to finish the massage?” “On one condition.” “Which is?” “You have to take off your shirt.” AJ frowned. “Why?” “You always make me take mine off. Turnabout is fair play. Might be crass, but I wanna see your tits bouncin’ while you’re rubbin’ me down. I thought about that a lot as you were workin’ on my back.
