Sienna’s POV
Kael watched me in silence. The hunger in his eyes deepened each time I shifted against him. His erection grew until it pressed firmly between my thighs, and I struggled to remember why I had imagined I could give him a calm massage while straddling him in lace. A soft moan escaped me when I ran my hands down his stomach. Kael’s fingers closed around my hips.
“You are supposed to be relaxing,” I reminded him.
“You are sitting on my c**k wearing red lace,” he replied. “Relaxing stopped being an option the moment you opened that robe.”
“I am pampering you.”
“You are torturing me.”
I smiled and continued rubbing the oil into his skin, deliberately moving my hips once. A deep growl rolled out of his chest. Before I could tease him again, Kael turned us over. My back met the
