reason she was shaking. His grip on her tightened and she trembled over the feeling of it. She closed her eyes a little, focusing on the feeling of his hands on her. She could slip into her fantasy world. None of this would exist there. There was only ever him, in that room.
“Look at me,” he said and she opened her eyes fully again. “Everything will be fine. We'll be okay. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll move again in a minute. Okay?”
She nodded again.
“I won't let anything happen to you. Just breathe.”
She was surprised when he moved away from her, his hands slipping off her shoulders. She tried to turn to face him, panicking that he was somehow going to disappear, but he caught her shoulders again and stepped up behind her.
“Focus on your breathing,” he whispered close to her ear.
Her vision swam out of focus as his fingers pressed into her shoulders, applying soothing pressure to her tense body. She closed her eyes, her mouth falling open as she lost herself in the feel of him kneading her shoulders. She couldn't believe it was happening. Maybe she'd slipped into her fantasy world after all. Somewhere the real Kim and Erik were screaming as the lift fell and slammed into the floor of the shaft, crushing their bodies. But here, fantasy Kim was getting a shoulder massage from dream Erik, and it felt divine.
His thumbs pressed hard against her spine, loosening it and making her want to melt into him. She wanted to lean back and feel his body against hers. The temperature in the lift seemed to rise, becoming almost unbearable.
She kept her focus locked on him, shutting out panicked thoughts and pretending that they were back in that room.
“That's right, just relax,” he said behind her.
It was so easy to when he was doing that, fingers expertly working out all her knots and leaving her liquid beneath his touch.
It felt so good. Too good.
She told herself that he was a client and this was wrong on so many levels, but deep in her heart, she didn't care.
“Feeling any better?” he breathed close to her ear.
“Mmhmm.” She smiled lazily, her heart thumping hard against her chest. She leaned back a little to get closer to him. She'd died and gone to heaven.
“Keep breathing like that. You're doing great.”
A bead of sweat trickled down her spine. She blew up at her face, trying to cool herself down. It was impossibly hot. Her fingers shifted to the buttons of her crisp white shirt and she undid a couple, desperate for a little relief.
She gasped quietly when his hands moved, fingers grazing bare skin as he pulled her shirt off her shoulders as much as he could. She bit her lip and frowned at the feeling of his hands on her, palming and kneading, tempting and teasing her. Her stomach tightened, fluttering with desire, hungry for him. She pressed her thighs together, felt the slip-slide of arousal in her panties.
Too hot.
She opened her eyes and saw the lift. Panic loomed up inside her again, crushing her calm and making her even hotter as the walls seemed to close in.
“Can't breathe,” she whispered, bringing her hand up to her throat. “Too hot...can't breathe.”
“Close your eyes, Kim,” he said, his voice still cool and collected. “Focus.”
She did, she shut her eyes tight and willed herself to focus on his hands. The way his fingertips pressed into her flesh made her ache inside, and the way his thumbs brushed against her bare back made her knees want to buckle.
A shiver ran through her when he swept the hair from her neck with one hand, his fingers barely brushing against it as his other hand continued to loosen her shoulders. Another wave of tingles spread over her when he blew against her neck, cooling her. Goosebumps raised her hairs and her nipples became pert. She could feel him close behind her, almost touching her. He blew on her neck again and she sighed. It was so cooling but made her burn inside.
She'd definitely died and gone to heaven.
The lift jolted