Jinxed!

4

ERIN TOOK AN ELEVATOR TO the spa on the twelfth deck, her head more clouded than she’d ever thought possible on a party weekend. Wasn’t she supposed to be relaxing by now? Wasn’t she supposed to have become the Cosmo girl at this point?

Well, she was going to start, dammit.

She checked in at the front desk, filled out a health and waiver form and then greeted her masseur. He was a slender man named Justin with dark skin and a soft voice, but he snapped his gum as if creating punctuation marks. He guided her to the private room where she’d strip and indulge in her first massage ever-a hot-stone treatment.

Before leaving, he went over the health form with her then slammed the door on his way out. Wow, weren’t masseurs usually more gentle? But she didn’t let that matter. Nope. Instead, she took in the small, dim room, candlelight flickering amid the smell of herb-laced oils and the sound of ethereal music. In the corner, a minifountain burbled water over rocks.

When was the last time she’d pampered herself? The candy shop had consumed so much of her and Cheryl’s attention for the past few years that she hadn’t taken the time. Also, William had thought massages were a waste of money, so she’d abstained, even though he never would have known what she spent her money on: though engaged, they hadn’t gotten to the point of combining their bank accounts, much less picking out china patterns.

Frustration sneaked up on her again, so she redirected her energy, taking off her jeans, sweater, shirt and underthings. She’d always been modest about her body, but now, with her newfound freedom, the idea of being buck naked in front of another person seemed liberating.

She slipped under the sheet, lying on her belly and resting her face on the doughnut cushion, where she could see the tiled floor. Her breasts pressed against the table, making her ultra-aware of them.

Eyes closed, relaxing, relaxing. The music swept over her, and she allowed herself to wallow in bare-skinned joy at being away from work, being with Wes.

She imagined him naked, too, ready to slide under the sheet with her, ready to press his skin against hers. The nebulous friction of her fantasy made her damp, her clitoris thudding.

Justin took a while to return, but when he did she’d gotten herself so mentally worked up that she had a hard time coming down.

Chill out, she told herself. Save yourself for the cabin.

As the door eased shut, the sound of waves frothed from the music speakers. The sheet slithered down her back, her masseur resting it just at the curve of her butt. She felt a little naughty doing this, as if she was were an artist’s model seductively flashing a room. She could hear him stepping away to rub oil over his hands, then approach the table again, silent.

But that was fine. A chatty massage didn’t sound appealing. All she wanted to do was wilt, free her mind.

When he skimmed the warm oil over her back, she sighed. His hands were big, strong, slightly callused. He worked the slickness in, spreading it over her like cream to be licked off later.

Over her shoulder blades, up to her neck, down, down, near her waist, over the small of her back, to the top of her butt…

With the power of his downward stroke, he pushed away the sheet, palms molding her butt, his thumbs sweeping lower, down inside her inner thighs.

Whoa…

Erin jerked her head off the cushion, looking over her shoulder. And there, with an arrogant grin, stood the anti-Justin. Wes.

Automatically, she reached for the sheet and covered most of her body. It was different with Wes-she didn’t know why-but she felt exposed now. “You’ve taken up massage in your spare time?”

Wes, who’d shed his leather jacket somewhere along the line, stood back and folded his arms across a wide, T-shirted chest. A dark lock of hair covered his brow, making him a nasty boy.

“I followed you up here and…struck a deal with little Justin, that’s all.”

“A deal.”

“I’m a regular wheeler dealer.” He grinned. “It’s my talent in life.”

Wes didn’t add that it was also the bane of his existence. He’d always been blessed with a silver tongue, but that was part of the reason people never took him seriously. With as few words as possible, he’d always created his own reputation before anyone else could label him to their satisfaction. Problem was, at some point, he’d started to believe all the things he’d made himself out to be, and he’d dreaded the day when someone would call him on it.

Yet that was the thing about Erin. She’d probably be the one to do it. He both looked forward to it and feared it. Just wanted it to be over and know that she didn’t think any less of him for the truth-that his polish would wear off all too easily if tested.

As he drank in the sight of her on the table, candlelight licking her skin, he thought she definitely was worth risking his ego. The sheet didn’t cover much: most of one ripe breast was exposed, as well as her ass. Damn, the curves of those bared cheeks, smooth and firm, had felt so good. He was dying to get back to work again.

“You’re gonna get Justin fired,” Erin said, but she didn’t seem displeased.

“That’s not what he said when I handed him that wad of cash and told him to take a break.” Wes cocked his head. “Well, okay, he did say something about getting into big trouble if his boss ever found out, but he was convinced once I added a bit more incentive to the pile.”

Erin shook her head. “You devil.”

Wes unfolded his arms from across his chest. Lust was spearing his gut, thrusting with every passing second. “Turn back over, Erin. Give me my money’s worth.”

“Hey, you say that like I’m a-”

“You’re not.” He hadn’t meant to put it in those terms. He would never treat her that way; it stung that she thought he might, mostly because he knew his previous encounters with women were no better than meaningless transactions, anyway.

Voice low, he said, “Let me make you feel good, Erin.”

For a moment, she didn’t move. That same shift clicked the colors of her eyes into a different mode. There was something going on here, and he had no idea what it was. But he wanted to bring back the twinkle in her eyes, the delight she always wore when they bantered or simply relaxed around each other. He wanted that more than just about anything.

She must’ve seen that, because she did turn over, inviting him to continue.

He hesitated, but then, driven to his limits-and what guy wouldn’t be with his dream girl naked in front of him?-he rubbed more oil on his hands. Carefully, he stroked up her back again, shaping his fingers to her like air over dunes, traveling and mapping.

As he worked the tenseness out of her muscles, he grew hard, anticipating what the foreplay could eventually lead to. A meeting of their bodies…maybe more.

She moaned as he used his thumbs to knead the back of her neck.

“You put in too many hours at the shop,” he said.

“Shh.”

He laughed quietly, retaliating by coasting his hands beneath her body and cupping her breasts. Soft, erotically swollen. She arched her back in response, allowing him room to slip her nipples between his fingers.

She gasped. The sound jabbed into him.

He smoothed down lower, over her flat belly, feeling a thatch of hair wisp against his fingertips.

“I thought…” she said, voice breaking apart “…I’d get…hot stones with this…massage…”

“Saucy,” he said roughly, slipping his hands up and over her waist, then her back, then down to palm her ass again. Moving lower, he spread apart her legs, then ran his thumbs into the wet cleft there.

She rocked upward. “Oh-”

He pressed harder, separating her folds, hunger stoked at the sight of her glistening pink sex under candlelight.

Careful, he thought. Slow.

Finding her clit, he circled it. She echoed his movements, clutching the table and bunching the bottom sheet.

He worked her, harder but not faster, drawing out her groans until they grew higher in pitch. All the while, his own libido was expanding, pulsing, nagging him to take this further.

“Wes,” she said against the table. “Oh, Wes…”

As she moaned his name, Wes’s chest tightened.

There was a knock at the door.

He froze in utter disbelief.

Erin jerked away from him, sheened with sweat. It made her skin gold, hazed with a glow.

An erection ruling him once again, Wes covered her with the sheet, cussing under his breath. She’d been saying his name, as if she’d wanted more than just the physical from him…

“One second,” he bit out.

A voice from the other side said, “My boss came in, sir. I’ve gotta-”

“One minute.”

Erin had already jumped off the table, heading for her clothes, which were hanging on a wall hook. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was that curse.”

Wes helped her into her jeans. “I’m starting to know better. I think you need to fully explain this curse to me, Erin.”

Knock, knock, knock.

She tugged her T-shirt over her head, nipples beading against the thin white material. With a jolt, Wes snagged her sweater and wrapped it around her before Justin came in. He didn’t give a crap if the guy saw naked women every day, this was Erin, and Wes wasn’t about to allow some random man the satisfaction.

Justin’s voice filtered in again. “Excuse me, but-”

“One minute!” they both said in stereo.

“The room,” Wes said, pained. “Tell me we’re going to our room.”

Another click of her eye colors-a combination lock securing her thoughts away into a vault.

“Erin? What is it?”

After a beat, she smiled, looking as if she didn’t know what he was talking about. “It’s nothing.” She touched his arm. “Let’s just go back…”

Justin had obviously waited long enough because he jammed open the door. The candle flames waved and angled with the breeze.

“Sorry,” he said, “but my boss showed up and asked me why I wasn’t with my scheduled appointment.”

“That’s okay,” Erin said, tugging Wes away by the hand. “Thanks for trying.”

And they continued on to their cabin, where Wes hoped they could prove that there really wasn’t any damned curse.