Strong, Silent Type (Rough Riders #6.5)
Page 5He laughed. “You oughta see your look of horror.”
She noticed he hadn’t answered her question. “Are we?”
“No.” Quinn offered a wicked smile. “Unless you’ve got a hankerin’ to tattoo my initials on your sweet little ass?”
“Quinn!”
“What? It is a sweet little ass.”
Married nine years and the man could still make her blush. “That’s not what I meant.”
He stroked the back of his knuckles down her heated cheek. “That’s been part of the problem in recent years, ain’t it? Neither one of us is sayin’ what we really mean, or meanin’ what we say.”
Libby closed her eyes and basked in his tender touch.
“I wanna fix this between us, Libby.”
Me too.
Two solid raps startled them both. Quinn rolled down his window. “Hey, Cord, what’s up?”
“Just makin’ sure you didn’t get cold feet.”
“Nope.”
Cord grinned. “Good. Took a bit of finagling, but we made room. See you two in there.”
“In where?” Libby asked.
“Healing Touch.” Quinn rolled up the window. “AJ is offerin’ a class on sensual massage.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep.”
“You signed us up for a class so I could learn to give you a…sexy massage?”
Talk about being completely pole-axed. “When did you do this?”
“Yesterday. There was, ah, a last minute cancellation so I lucked out and they squeezed us in.”
Last minute cancellation. Right. She’d bet a hundred bucks he’d strong-armed his way into getting a spot in that class—an example of McKay nepotism at its finest. But she couldn’t help being impressed.
“Why are you doing this?”
Quinn stayed quiet so long she was afraid he wouldn’t answer. “In the last year or so you were pretty hell bent on us takin’ some ‘couples’ classes together. I’ll admit I was kinda a jerk about it, so I thought I’d make it up to you and learn a new skill to boot.” He focused his gaze out the windshield. “Plus, I like touchin’ you. Thought this’d be a good reminder for me. For both of us.”
How had she forgotten the thoughtful side of this sweet, sweet man? Libby curled her fingers around Quinn’s jaw, turning his face toward her. She smashed her lips to his, kissing him crazily, kissing him like he’d asked her to. Thrown off balance, she eased back and whispered, “Thank you.”
Inside the massage studio, chairs were lined up in front of a projection screen. All the seats but two were occupied.
Good Lord. They knew everyone in the room.
The owner of the hardware store and his wife held court in the front row. Dixie, proprietor of the Golden Boot, and her hubby of fifty years, sat next to Darnell Broken Nose, a board member of the Crow Agency and his wife, Leela. Libby expected Quinn to pull his ball cap down over his eyes out of embarrassment, but he nodded to the men and directed her to the two empty chairs.
Gorgeous, blonde and enormously pregnant AJ McKay stepped front and center. “Good to see everyone this afternoon. First we’ll watch a twenty-minute film on basics of massage and then we’ll get to the hands-on portion of the class.” She smiled. “If anyone has questions at any point, don’t hesitate to ask.
And if you tend to be a little shy—” she looked directly at Quinn, “—I’ll be happy to answer questions in private.”
The lights dimmed. The movie rolled. Libby expected soft-core porn or worse, a thinly disguised instruction manual, but the video struck a good balance between sensuality and the how-to aspects of massage.
After the video ended, Cord unfolded four padded tables and four six-foot high privacy screens, positioning one in each corner of the narrow room.
AJ walked through the maze, stacking towels, and draping sheets over each screen. “Next, I’ll demonstrate tricks and techniques on my guinea pig—I mean my helpful husband—before I turn you loose to experiment on your own.” She directed them to a massage room at the back of the building.
A shirtless Cord was stretched out on a padded table. AJ affectionately swept her hand up his spine.
“You ready?”
Cord grinned over his shoulder and focused on the swell of her belly. “It’s obvious I’m always ready for you, baby doll.”
AJ dribbled oil on Cord’s naked back, but the look she leveled on him said she’d make him pay for that suggestive remark later, guaranteed.
Libby bit back a grin. The dynamics in the huge McKay family still fascinated her, even after being part of it for more than a decade. She got a huge kick out of how easily AJ led gruff Cord around by the nose.
In order to see AJ, Quinn leaned over Libby’s shoulder. Libby had a devil of a time focusing on AJ’s instructions when Quinn plastered his male hardness against her backside. Her blood raced. Her face heated. Her palms sweat. She’d be a horny basket case by the time Quinn actually put his hands on her.
“The other aspect of sensual massage is setting the mood. If you have children, you’ll want to plan this for when you have an hour of uninterrupted time. In most houses, the bed in the bedroom is the easiest place to set up. Music isn’t necessary, but I’ve found it can be both relaxing and arousing. Candles are good. They provide light, scent and ambience. Plain white cotton sheets are a smart choice. They can be warm or cool to the skin. And if you get carried away with the oil they’re easy to clean. But the single most important thing to bring is a positive attitude. Making your partner feel good shouldn’t be a chore. It should be a sensual enjoyment for both of you.”
When Quinn whispered, “Amen,” in Libby’s ear, a tremor of desire rippled through her.
AJ demonstrated a few more techniques and then dismissed everyone back to their areas.
“What do you suppose we’re gonna do now?” Libby asked when they were alone behind the partition.
Quinn held up a sheet with a cat-who-ate-the-mouse grin. “You’re supposed to strip.”
“Down to nothing?”
“What else does strip mean?”
“But all those people are out there—”
He eliminated the distance until they were a breath apart. “It’s just you and me. No one else matters.”
“You wouldn’t have a problem getting buck-ass nekkid with the family banker in the next cubicle?”
“Not if I knew it was gonna lead to you puttin’ your hands all over me. Damn, do I love havin’ your hands on me.”
When had closed-mouthed Quinn McKay become such a silver-tongued devil? “You don’t play fair.”
“Because I’m playin’ for keeps.” Quinn smooched her nose. “You want my help gettin’ undressed?”
“No!”
“If we were home I wouldn’t allow you a choice. But I’ll do the gentlemanly thing, just this one time, and step outside. Whistle when you’re ready for me.”
Whistle. Right. And what the heck did he mean by doing the gentlemanly thing just this one time? Did Quinn plan on showing her a more verbal, more commanding side?
Libby shivered and it had nothing to do with being naked.
Quinn fought the urge to pace. He wasn’t nervous so much as antsy, because after two steamy kisses, he was raring to crank up the sexual heat with his delectable wife.
This’ll be your last chance to ask questions before I shut off the lights, turn on the music and leave you to your own devices.
“Once everyone is settled, I’ll be in the backroom for the duration of your massage experimentation time, so you’ll have no interruptions from me—or anyone else—within your private areas. Remember, there is no right or wrong way. Sensual massage is highly personal and having a good technique isn’t nearly as important as having fun and an open mind.”
The table creaked and Libby swore.
Quinn spoke through the curtained panel. “You ready?”
“If you mean am I naked,” she said in a hushed tone, “then yes. Throw me that extra sheet.”
“Sure.” He tossed it over the partition.
Loud instrumental music started and the lights clicked off. AJ sauntered up with her usual sunny smile. She popped her head around the partition and her smile slipped. “Oh. Umm. That’s great, Libby.
You’re all set.” AJ whirled on Quinn and hissed in his ear, “Didn’t you tell her she only had to take off her shirt?”
“Nope.”
AJ whapped him on the arm, but her eyes twinkled. “Typical McKay man. Here’s your oil. Put it to good use.”
“I intend to.”
Quinn skirted the privacy panel and sucked in a harsh breath. Lordy, look at that. Libby’s bare, toned arms were stretched above her head. Save for the sheet covering her lower half, her sexy, freckled back was completely exposed and his for the taking.
She lifted her head. Her eyes darted past the partition. “Quinn, I’m—”
“Just us, remember?” He uncapped the oil and drizzled a thin line across her shoulders and spine in a T-shape. “I’ll start at the top and work my way down, is that all right with you?”
“This is your show.”
“That it is. Keep that in mind later.” When his hands touched her skin, his cock went hard as a brick.