Jaenor closed the door behind him with a soft click.
"Lie still," he instructed, his voice low and steady.
He poured lotion into his palms, rubbing them together to warm it.
The bed dipped under his weight as he straddled her calves, careful not to press too hard.
His hands found her shoulders first, repeating the earlier magic but slower, deeper—long, gliding strokes from neck to lower back, fingers splaying wide to cover every inch.
Kate melted into the mattress, a deep moan escaping her lips.
"Gods, Jaenor!! You're a pro."
"Old habit," he murmured, thumbs digging into the rhomboids between her shoulder blades.
The lotion made her skin slick, gleaming under the light. He worked methodically down her spine, palms flattening over the lumbar curve, eliciting another sigh. Lower still, to the dimples above her towel, pressing firmly to release the deep-seated tension.
