If Briar had been goo before, she was soon a puddle under Dirk's hands.
His hands on her face were heavenly, soothing away a headache she hadn't even known she had until it was gone. She relaxed, the initial tension and wariness fading under the pleasure, and she let her arms flop back down to her sides because, well...he was right. Wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked plenty, or, uh, touched her.
And after a certain point, she really didn't care. She knew she should, and that she probably shouldn't be doing this in the first place, because it was a dangerous line—but she found she craved touch now that she'd experienced it, her body greedy for more.
She shivered as he worked down her neck and arms, goosebumps rising, and when he got to her breasts—shit. She bit her lip and grabbed onto the edge of the cot, hands aching in response, but the pain did little to distract from the intensity. She swallowed back her whimpers as best as she could and tried hard to hold still, with minimal success. She squirmed, restless, her breath coming out in short, quick pants through her nose as she bit her cheek to keep quiet. Well, as quiet as she could; soft little whimpers still escaped through her closed lips, hitching in her throat. She felt like she was on fire—in the best possible way, heat rushing clear to her toes, burning between her legs, building.
And then he went lower. And she felt like she could die.
She should stop this, she thought, her eyes flying open with a sharp gasp and hips jerking when he parted her legs and grazed against...down there...shit, shit, shit...her hands gripped the cot tighter, sharp pain lancing through her palms, her body tensing and shuddering and breath held. Hold it together, Briar...hold it to-fucking-gether...
But then even she knew, deep down inside, exactly what would happen when she'd agreed to this massage.
Forbidden fruit tasted so goddamned good. He looked good. And he could actually touch her.
Then he went and asked The Question.
Ohhhfuck.
Briar let her breath out in a trembling whoosh, her face going red. "Wh-what?! Dirk, you fuckin' bastard, what do you fuckin' think?!" She bit her lip, letting out a frustrated sound.
"...don't leave me hanging, dammit."