Free Wreckless by Zara Cox Page B

striving to sound cool and collected, even though her senses tweaked at the sight of the man in front of her. Although dressed in the loose short white tunic and matching trousers used by the staff at the health spa, the uniform didn’t detract from the amazing physique beneath. His packed muscles moved fluidly as he wheeled his folded massage table inside the room. As he went back to the door to fetch his bag, Lexi’s eyes dropped to his tight ass. She swallowed at the bunching muscles. God, he was hot! Almost as hot as—
    “Would you like to take the robe off?”
    He’d returned and proceeded to set up the massage bed. When he finished, he stood back with a towel over his arm, gazing at her. “Lie face down for me, please.” His Scandinavian accent was still pronounced, and the way he spoke carefully somehow made her want to smile. She gave in and smiled; God knows, she had nothing to smile about these days.
    But the recollection of Hans’s not so precise pronunciation the last time she’d been with him resurrected the imp inside her.
    Keeping her eyes on his, she dropped the robe and walked in her bra and panties  toward the massage bed. With slow movements, she climbed up and did as he instructed, her gaze on his face as he took in her body. Beneath his trousers, she saw his cock thicken and her smile widened.
    Darling Hans. How she’d missed him. He’d been so good to her the last time. For a short while, he’d banished her nightmares and made her feel that the world wasn’t such a cold, dark place.
    Turning to face the towel he held up, she undressed completely, then she watched him ready the oils. He chose and poured a healthy amount of eucalyptus oil into his palm and move toward her. Their gazes locked as he stood next to the bed, his hands poised.
    “Is there anywhere you’d like me to concentrate on, Miss Mayfield?”
    “I’m tense all over,” she replied softly, her gaze dropping to his erection. “A bit like you,” she finished cheekily.
    When she looked at him, his grey eyes were ablaze with desire. Without a word, he inclined his head.
    “If you would rest your hands on either side of you, I shall get to work.”
    Again his precise tone, coupled with his mounting erection, brought a smile to her face in recollection of the previous time. How many women had he done that with? Countless, most likely.
    His firm hands set to work, kneading the knots out of her tense flesh. Sighing, she closed her eyes, totally relaxed as his expert hands eased her stress. She was almost drifting into sleep when she sensed his presence at her shoulder.
    “I’ve missed you,” he breathed in her ear, his hands sliding between her shoulder blades and up her neck.
    She smiled, but kept her eyes closed. “I’ve missed you too, Hans.”
    His hands slid smoothly into her hair, performing the stress-relieving Indian head massage he knew she loved. A helpless moan escaped her and she gave herself up to it.
    Several minutes later, he moved back down to her shoulders, soothing his hands down her spine, before instructing, “Turn over for me, please.”
    She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her, the desire unabated in his eyes. Slowly she turned, conscious of his gaze on her body. Her nipples puckered and his attention zeroed in on her reaction. He swallowed, his cock nudging against the soft material of his trousers. Silently, he stepped forward and began his ministrations. By now she felt boneless, although a lazy curl of heat continued winding its way through her. Then he slid his palms between her breasts and brought his face close to hers.
    “Would you like total relaxation, Miss Mayfield?” he whispered, his gaze on her lips.
    Lexi looked back at him. Would she? The last time he’d asked her that, she’d been in turmoil, seeking oblivion. Her answer had been yes, and he’d shown her an amazing two hours. But now? Her body was ready; she could feel the slickness between her legs; she could let