12. Sophia
Chapter 12
Sophia
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” Pecker asks softly as I lay on his bed.
He took his time turning his bed into a makeshift massage table. He rolled up a towel to make a spot for my face to sit in. He turned his back as I stripped down, and had a spare sheet laying across the bed so I could slip under it and stay covered up the entire time.
I never imagined happily getting naked the first chance I got some alone time with Pecker, but I'm really excited about this massage. I can't wait to see what he can do.
“Yes, I trust you. You can turn around.”
He grabs a bottle of something out of his bathroom and comes over to his bed. I'm lying in the center of the queen mattress and patiently waiting for his hands to land on me.
Slowly rolling the sheet from my shoulders down to my waist, he folds it, making sure to keep my butt covered. He spreads lotion over my skin and begins massaging me.
“Holy crap,” I groan. “You’re really good at this. I think this is the greatest massage I’ve ever had.”
“I'm glad. Though I didn’t think about how difficult this would be with you on my bed. You’re hard to reach.”
“Do you want me to move over?” I lift my head out of the towel cradle and peek over my shoulder at him.
“Are you comfortable if I sit on the bed?”
“Peck, I'm comfortable with whatever you want to do. I trust you. I know you’re not going to do something I don’t want.”
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“For what?”
“Trusting me. Being amazing. Letting me touch you.”
“Well, it’s not a hardship for me when your hands are this amazing.” I chuckle. “Plus, I’ve never had such a hot guy touch me.” I drop my head back into the towel as he climbs onto the bed and settles next to me.
His fingers knead and soothe my sore muscles. He moves up and down my back, making me groan over and over again. When he gets to my lower back, he stops.
“You’re really tight here. Are you ok if I massage down into your butt? I don’t have to.”
“Please do.” I love how he keeps stopping to make sure I'm ok with what he’s doing. He’s such a sweet guy and doesn’t want to do anything to make me uncomfortable.
He digs his thumbs into my flesh and moves from my lower back, down into my butt cheeks. I didn’t realize how tight I was, but now that he’s massaging me there, I can feel it.
He moves onto my legs, uncovering them and tucking the sheet between my legs. His skilled fingers ease all of my tight muscles and make me wish this could be a daily thing.
“Do you want to flip over?” He asks quietly.
“Only if you aren’t tired of this,” I murmur sleepily.
“Do you really think I’d get tired of touching your naked body?”
“Possibly?”
“Never. You have an amazing body. I’ll happily massage you whenever you want.”
“You might end up regretting that statement, Peck.” I chuckle as he lifts the sheet and turns his head to the side so he doesn’t see my breasts.
As soon as I'm settled on my back, he returns the sheet to where it belongs and helps me move my arms out.
“I don’t think I will.” He positions himself at the top of the bed and places his hands on my shoulders. He moves his hands over me, but when I close my eyes, he leans down and kisses me.
The chills I was getting throughout the entire massage intensify. Zaps of pleasure are shooting through me, making me wish he’d tug the sheet off me completely.
“Yeah, I'm never going to get bored of this,” he murmurs against my lips.
He digs his thumbs into the flesh by my collarbone and moves down, stopping at the tops of my breasts. I want to beg him to move lower. To put me out of my misery and touch me the way I want him to, but I'm not sure I'm ready to take that leap with him.
He doesn’t stay in that spot for long, instead he moves down to my legs and massages my thighs. I slip a pillow behind my head and watch him. He’s so focused, he doesn’t even realize I'm watching him.
Spreading my legs, he digs into the sore muscles of my inner thigh and his brows tug together.
“What’s wrong?”
His head snaps up and his dark gaze crashes into mine. He looks surprised for a second, but never stops moving his hands.
“It’s just taking a lot of effort to keep this sheet covering you,” he murmurs in a gravely tone, his voice sexier than ever. “I clearly didn’t think this through when I offered to massage you.”
He changes positions and that’s when I notice the thick outline of his cock pressing against his jeans. I swallow hard, trying not to think about him naked.
“We can stop if you want,” I offer weakly.
“That’s the problem, baby, I don’t want to stop.”
The timer on my phone goes off, signaling it’s been an hour and Pecker really needs to get some sleep. He lets out a low groan and shakes his head.
“Hey, talk to me.” I sit up, taking the sheet with me.
“I don’t want you to go, but I really do need to get to bed. But I feel like such an ass because all I want to do is tug this sheet off of you and stare at your gorgeous body.”
“Well, that wouldn’t be fair for me to be naked and you fully clothed.” I frown at him, making him grin.
“Something tells me I wouldn’t stay clothed for long at all. But I don’t want to rush the physical stuff between us. I want us to have a solid relationship before we take that step.”
“I guess I better stay in Maple Springs then.”
“Yeah, I think you should.” He leans down and covers my lips with his. He’s so gentle with me. So careful to make everything perfect. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”
“No, I should go home. I can only imagine how Leslie would respond if I stay.”
“Why does it feel like her and Colt are your parents?”
“Right! I feel the same way!”
“Alright, beautiful. I’ll let you get dressed while I go wash my hands. Just let me know when I can come out of the bathroom.”
“Maybe I should take my time so you have a chance to give yourself a massage.” I nod to his tented jeans and he chuckles.
“Don’t blame me. You’re the one with the amazing body.”
He kisses me one more time before he shuts himself inside the bathroom.
It takes me a few minutes to get dressed with all the lotion, but when I'm finally clothed, I knock on the door. Pecker swings it open, standing there in only a pair of low-slung sweatpants. I groan loudly and glance up at the ceiling.
“What’s that response for?” He chuckles and slips an arm around my waist, tugging me against his body.
“Gray sweatpants are like men’s lingerie. It’s mean to put that on right before I leave. And you’re shirtless! I’ve been dreaming of the day I got to see you shirtless in real life!”
I drop my head to his chest and skim my fingers over his abdomen. His muscles contract beneath my touch and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“You’re killing me, baby,” he murmurs.
This is the second time he’s called me baby tonight, and I love it. I’ve never really had a boyfriend. Sure, I’ve dated, but never long enough or seriously enough to use pet names. This is something I could get used to.
“It’s not fair. You got to touch me for almost an hour. Shouldn’t I get to do the same?”
“Not at all.” He chuckles, making my gaze snap up to his. “If you touch me any more, I'm going to get myself into trouble. I guarantee if your dad knew the things I was thinking about his little girl, he’d already be on his way here to murder me.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I blink up at him.
“Probably not. Let me grab a sweatshirt, then I’ll walk you out.”
“You couldn’t have put a sweatshirt on before you came out here?” I grumble under my breath. “You could’ve saved us both some pain and misery.”
“Pain and misery? All because I'm shirtless?” He ducks his head and steals a kiss. “I'm sorry, baby. I’ll stay fully clothed from now on.”
“Well, hey now! No one said you should do that.”