Silence settled over the master suite, broken only by the ragged rhythm of my own breathing.
Diego poured a liberal pool of the warmed oil into his palms, rubbing them together until the scent of lavender saturated the air. Then, he placed his hands flat against the small of my back.
A sharp, involuntary gasp flew out of my mouth. His palms were searingly hot, like iron pulled straight from a forge. The moment his fingers pressed into my bare lower back, sparks shot straight up my spine, bursting into fireworks behind my eyelids. It wasn't just physical touch. It was something more. Something almost...spiritual?
"Relax, chiquita," Diego spoke calmly.
He leaned his weight into his hands, using his thumbs to trace the deep grooves along either side of my spine. He kneaded the locked musc
