But feeling those big hands, slick with oil, rub all over her body was too much. Her breasts had tightened, swelling as his fingers brushed their sides. Her belly throbbed down low, tensing as his palms kneaded her hips. The movements designed to ease her tension had thrown sparks on the dry tinder of her desire and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Here.” She stood, pulling her turban free and tossing it aside. “Lie down.” Hammer sat on the edge of the bed, expression serious. “You don’t have to do this, Sparky. I never meant for you to reciprocate.” She pushed him the rest of the way down onto the bed. “I’m being selfish here, not generous.” He obeyed then, stretching full-length on the bed. Quinn allowed herself a triumphant grin as she squirted a healthy amount of baby oil into her palm. This was going to be much more fun than she’d anticipated. The cool oil dripped from her palm onto his muscled back, first on the bare skin of the low hollow of his backbone then higher, to each of his shoulder blades, where he was thoroughly inked.
