Free Melt (Hidden Pleasures, #3) by Kitty Hunter Page B

and stared at the floor.
    The door opened and shut with a soft click. Footsteps scuffed across the floor. The person didn’t speak at all, and her trepidation grew. The sheet was removed from her right leg, and warm, callused hands began to rub the sole of her foot with oil.
    Pleasure spread up her leg as the masseuse worked higher with hands that were undoubtedly male. He moved past her knee to the back of her thigh, his fingers dipping down between her legs a little too close to her pussy for comfort. She squirmed and relaxed when he made his way back down her leg to her foot.
    The masseuse peeled the sheet off her other leg, leaving the first exposed. He started again at the sole of her foot, and by the time he got to the top of her thigh, she was practically purring. Long, strong fingers danced along the bottom of her ass, along her thigh, between, and skimmed her pussy lips with a feather light touch. In her relaxed state, she wondered if she’d imagined it.
    He moved again before she could process what had happened, and removed the sheet from her back until it was folded down to cover her ass. A whiff of his cologne wafted to her nose, and she turned it over in her head. That scent was familiar, but mixed with the other odors in the room, she couldn’t place it. He lifted her arm and worked over her left arm to her shoulder. By the time he got to her right arm, she’d fallen half asleep and wondered if she was drooling.
    Oil pooled on her back and he spread it with his thick fingers, wrapping around her ribcage to the side of her boobs. The touch, the caress of the masseuse’s hands, reminded her of something. Almost as though he was familiar with her body. But a person who did this for a living should know their way around muscles and bones, the dips and curves of a woman’s form.
    He ran both thumbs down her back, paralleling her spinal column until he got to the top of her ass. He stopped, rubbed small circles in her taut muscles, and returned to the top, between her shoulder blades. Once more, down her back in a long, unending press of his thumbs into her flesh.
    She groaned and swore she’d melt into the table if he didn’t stop.
    On the next travel down her back, he went beneath the sheet and spread her ass cheeks with his thumbs. Her heartbeat sped up, but before she voiced even a whimper of protest, he’d withdrawn.
    The sheet whispered over her oily skin, covering her back. He adjusted it over her legs, and then returned to her side. With nothing but a soft push on her arm to urge her, she rolled over onto her back, and caught a whiff of his cologne again.
    Familiar. So strange and hard to place in the room. Oh God, she was on her back. He’d see the stretch marks on her lower abdomen and boobs. She couldn’t open her eyes. The man was probably hotter than hell. Probably young and beautifully handsome, like all the little chippies in the salon.
    No way was she opening her eyes.
    He smoothed oil over her cheekbones and chin; the fragrant liquid wafted into her nostrils and calmed her. A soothing, refreshing scent, light and citrusy, but with the tones of a musical melody. The oil chased away his cologne, and she refused to dwell on it. Lots of men wore the same aftershaves. True, they varied a little from person to person because of body chemistry, but with all the smells in the room, she was probably mixing herself up.
    It can’t be....can it? I don’t want to open my eyes. This is like a fantasy.
    The strength in his fingers surprised her as he cupped her skull and worked on her scalp. He stretched down to the back of her neck and then to her shoulders. From her shoulders, he traced her clavicles and then the tops of her breasts.
    The touches were so familiar and reminiscent of the way her lovers ran their fingers over her. Her mind turned again to Luis and Gavin, blood pooled low in her belly and her clit throbbed. The masseuse stretched his fingers out until they glided over her hard nipples and