With a sigh, Riley relented.
Luna's breath hitched slightly as she took in his form, her face turning a deeper shade of red. Though she had known Riley was unlike other men, actually seeing him like this was something else entirely.
A part of her had been prepared, yet another part felt utterly unprepared for the reality before her.
Still, she quickly refocused, pouring a generous amount of oil onto her hands before rubbing them together.
Slowly, she began her work, pressing her fingertips into the firm muscles of his shoulders, gliding over his skin with careful, deliberate movements.
She started at his temples, easing the tension there before working her way down.
Her hands were skilled, moving with a practiced touch, but no amount of training could keep her thoughts from wandering.
Riley's warmth beneath her fingers, the steady rise and fall of his breath, the sheer presence of him—it was overwhelming.
