The Christmas Pact(15)

Riley



His big calloused hands felt so damn good digging into my skin that my breath hitched.

Harder. Rub me harder.

Kennedy’s voice was low. “Can I take off your shirt?”

I could barely find the words. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said hoarsely, even though at the moment, I knew my body vehemently opposed.

“I noticed the lotion on your nightstand. If I use some, I’ll definitely be able to get the kinks out. I don’t want to get it on your shirt. It’s dark, anyway, Riley. Honestly, I can’t see anything.”

He had a point. Lifting the shirt over my head, I felt my heart start to beat faster as the cool air hit my breasts. Even though this was being sold to me as innocent, it felt anything but that. And, really, that was mostly on my end. I wanted Kennedy Riley’s hands all over me.

He pumped some lotion into his palms and began to rub it into my skin.

Aaaah. Heaven, I really didn’t want to be enjoying this so much, but it was by far the best thing I’d felt in a very long time. Now he was rolling the bottom of his palms in slow, hard circles over my biggest knot on the upper left side.

Oh yes.

A sound escaped me that I didn’t even recognize when he hit just the right spot.

He chuckled. “That’s it, huh?”

“Yeah. You could tell?”

“Yup. Really tight.” He pressed harder. “I got you. Just relax.”

He kept focusing on that one spot with his palm as his other hand lay flat on the other side of my back. Several minutes went by as I became lost in his touch.

Please, don’t stop.

My face was turned to the side against the pillow. I felt his weight shift from the corner of the bed as he moved to straddle me from behind, one of his legs on each side of me.

“Is this okay? It’s more comfortable for me this way, but if this bothers you I can figure something else out, no problem.”

I moaned in response, still so enraptured with his touch.

Kennedy let out a slight laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He continued to use both hands to massage me from my shoulders down to the bottom of my back just short of my rear end. I couldn’t have told you whether I would’ve turned him down if he’d tried more.

“You good?” he soothed.

“Yes,” I whispered, barely audible.

Despite the sounds emanating from me that made it more than clear I was hard-up, Kennedy was being a perfect gentleman.





I felt him around me before my eyes even opened. I blinked. Kennedy’s big, hairy arm was hooked around my body. As soon as it registered, I felt something poking into my backside.

Oh god.

And I had no shirt on.

I hopped up and reached for my t-shirt before throwing it over my head. “Kennedy, wake up.”

“Hmmm?” He rubbed his eyes. “What’s up?”

“How did you end up in my bed?”

“You weren’t even drunk last night, and you don’t remember?”

“The last thing I remember is you massaging me.”

“That’s right. You fell asleep as I was massaging your back. You seemed very comfortable with me rubbing my hands into your skin. I figured innocently lying next to you so I didn’t have to sleep on the floor was no big deal.”

“No big deal? Do you have any idea what’s going on...” I gestured in a circular motion with my hands. “Down there?”

He looked down. “Okay. So, it’s morning. Don’t take it so personally.”

“Don’t take it personally?”

“I didn’t know.” He actually turned a bit red. “I’m a guy. I wake up like this every morning. Would’ve happened if you were here or not.”

Maybe I had overreacted.

“Okay, well...just do something about it,” I said as I averted my eyes.

Kennedy laughed. “What? Make it go down?”

“Yes.”

“Well, sweetheart, the fact that you’re not wearing a bra right now isn’t helping.”

Damn it. I’d forgotten. I hurriedly crossed my arms over my chest.

My cheeks grew warm. “Turn around.”

Kennedy faced his back toward me, then stood up off the bed. As I reached for my bra and put it on under my shirt, I watched as Kennedy pulled off the t-shirt he’d worn to bed.

His back was so beautifully sculpted. His physique took my breath away. He slipped out of his shorts and put on some jeans before throwing a shirt over his head.

“Tell me when,” he said as he reached down to zip his fly.

For a second, my mind went blank before I finally replied, “Oh, right. When.”

He turned. “I’m sorry for rubbing you the wrong way. Pun intended.”

I shook my head. “No. I overreacted. I’m sorry.”

“Well, since we’re being open, I should tell you that I lied. I don’t always wake up like this. It felt really good lying next to you, I guess.”

My face felt hot. The slightly embarrassed look on his face was adorable.

Jesus.

No.

I couldn’t be falling for Kennedy Riley.

This was dangerous.

He had issues. Something happened with his ex and for all I knew it all was his fault. I needed to be cautious.