He slipped them off and tossed them carelessly to the floor.
"This too," he whispered, tugging my shirt up slowly. When it was finally over my head, he smirked at me. "God, you're beautiful."
I wanted to cover my face, but he caught my chin, tilted it up, and kissed me again, slowly.
When he finally pulled back, his grin was pure mischief. "So… today you've been running yourself ragged. Stressing. Cooking. Worrying. Crying." He trailed his fingers down my spine, making me shiver. "Lucky for you, you've got me."
I blinked at him. "You?"
Omg, what is he up to how?
"Mm-hm." He leaned close, whispering seductively into my ear. "Your personal, naked masseur."
I choked out a laugh. "You're insane."
"Insanely hot," he corrected with a smug smirk, flexing his arm, enough to show off. "And you're lucky to have me. Do you know how many people would kill for a massage from me, looking like this?"
