Playing His Game Part 15

"We're ready now."

"Where did you want to begin?"

"With manicures and pedicures."

She nodded. "Follow me, please."

"That's Claudia," Roarke said softly to Mya as they left the lounge and entered another hallway. This one

had beige walls and blonde hardwood floors. "She's our personal attendant for the day."

"Oh." Was he attracted to her? Mya's eyes narrowed as she watched Roarke's face and searched for any sign of attraction to the blonde. His expression remained bland, and some of her anxiety dissipated.

They pa.s.sed into a small room where Roarke and Mya were seated in chairs with their feet elevated.

Two other attendants joined Claudia, and they set to work on the manicures while she did Mya's pedicure, followed by Roarke's.

Mya watched him from the corner of her eye. She grinned as he eventually relaxed his stiff posture. She couldn't imagine Bobby being so extravagant as to take her to a spa and sit through a manicure/pedicure. He would scoff and call it girly or worse. But Roarke seemed to enjoy the experience.

After the attendants had finished, Claudia led them back into the hallway, to another room. Two ma.s.sage tables stood side by side, and a pet.i.te Asian girl in a white cotton dress sat in a chair. She flipped through a magazine with an air of boredom.

"Miko, will you please see to Ms. Langelles?"

With a nod, she rose from her seat. Miko laid the magazine on the chair and patted the table on the left. "Lay down on your stomach, please."

Mya's fingers trembled as she undid the bow on the sash. From the corner of her eye, she saw Roarke's eyes drop to her hands, then shoot up as she pulled the robe off. She ignored her nudity as she laid on the table.

Miko draped a towel across her b.u.t.tocks before she lifted a bottle from the rack nearby. Before she put her face into the opening of the ma.s.sage table, Mya watched Roarke shed his robe and lay on the table beside hers. There was a flush along his cheeks, and she wondered if it came from her nakedness or from his own nudity. When Claudia draped a towel over Roarke's rear, Mya sighed. She turned her face into the hole in the table and tried to imagine she was boneless. As Miko's fingers began to work their magic, she couldn't bite back the occasional groan of pleasure. She had never had a ma.s.sage before and suddenly understood why they were so popular.

Roarke gritted his teeth with each sound of pleasure she made. His hands were clenched into fists, and freshly manicured nails dug into the flesh of his palms. He tried to enjoy Claudia's ministrations, but he wanted her hands to be Mya's. He was still tense when the ma.s.sage ended thirty minutes later.

"Would you like lunch before the mud bath?" Claudia asked them as they rose and slipped back into the robes.

Mya's stomach rumbled to remind her she had skipped breakfast. "Please."

"We have a sus.h.i.+ bar, or we can have items delivered if you would prefer?"

Roarke shrugged to indicate the decision was Mya's.

"The sus.h.i.+ is fine."

Claudia led them into a small room with one table and two chairs. She brought menus, and they ordered. Within minutes, plates of marinated sus.h.i.+ chunks and handrolls were before them. Hot oolong in delicate bone china cups accompanied their meal.

"How do you feel?" Roarke tried to wield the chopsticks to pick up a roll, but dropped it every time.

"Wonderful. I'm so relaxed."

With a growl, Roarke laid aside the chopsticks and picked up the sus.h.i.+ handroll to pop in his mouth. "Me too." His shoulders were still tense though. He had been unable to truly enjoy his ma.s.sage because his attention had focused on his attempts to incorporate Mya's groans and moans into a different sort of scenario that still played out in his head.

Mya bit back a giggle as she watched him eat the sus.h.i.+. She laid aside her chopsticks and picked up the rolls with her hands to make him feel better. The sus.h.i.+ disappeared quickly, and her stomach felt pleasantly full fifteen minutes later.

Almost as soon as they had finished, Claudia returned. "Are you ready for a soak?"

Suppressing a shudder, Mya got to her feet. "I guess."

"Yeah." Roarke tried to sound enthusiastic, but the thought of a mud bath didn't appeal.

She ignored their reluctance as she escorted them from the private dining area. Through the last door on the left, they entered a large room with a tub sunk into the floor. What looked like brown slime churned lazily. It was thinner than traditional mud, and there was no foul odor in the air.

Mya breathed in deeply and recognized jasmine and lavender from the myriad aromas. They blended together to form a fragrant cloud that was spread by humidifiers in each corner of the room and sent out as a barely visible mist. Low-pitched Spanish guitars serenaded them through discreetly placed speakers.

"If you would like to wear something into the tub, there's a selection of swimwear." Claudia pointed to a rack with men's and women's accessories.

Before Roarke could answer, Mya smiled. "I want to try it au naturale."

Roarke's eyes widened when Mya winked at him. He blinked and tried to determine if she really had winked. Had she tried to flirt with him? Did she want to tease him? He frowned and dropped the robe with an air of challenge while he waited for her to do the same.

Mya struggled to appear nonchalant as she untied the sash to remove the robe. Claudia took it from her and bent down to pick up Roarke's. Mya kept her expression bland as she turned to him. "Are you ready for this?"

"Uh..." He cleared his throat. "Yeah."

"You can go in." Claudia handed them each a gel mask. "This will relax you, but if you prefer not to wear them..."

Mya took hers and slipped it over her head. She was careful not to snag the elastic strap in her hair clip as she positioned it on her forehead. With the knowledge that Roarke's eyes rested on her, she sashayed to the steps of the tub. With a grimace, she took the first step into the mud.

She stopped as it began to ooze around her toes. It was warm and smooth, rather than slimy, as she had expected. She took a deep breath for courage and walked down the other three steps until the mud was at mid-thigh. She felt her way around the side and dropped onto a bench. The mud surged to her neck. The mud squelched when she pulled an arm free to push the mask down over her eyes. The mask was cool and tingly, while the parts of her immersed in the mud were warm. "Coming in, Roarke?"

He swallowed. "I guess." Roarke took a mask from Claudia before he strode to the steps. His first couple were confident, before the mud engulfed his legs. He s.h.i.+vered at the not-unpleasant sensation and forced himself to walk deeper into the pool. The mud resisted him slightly, and he forced his way through so he could take a seat beside Mya. Once settled, he pushed the mask over his eyes and leaned his head against the pillowed ledge. He gradually let the rest of his body sink into the thin mud.

"I'll be back in awhile," Claudia said cheerfully. A second later, the door closed behind her.

"This is amazing." Mya sighed and scrunched down until the mud touched her chin. "It looked so..."

"...disgusting," Roarke put in.

"But it feels so..."

"...relaxing."

"Yes." Mya slid closer to him as she leaned her head against the ledge of the tub. "How do you think they make this?" She felt him shrug.

"You probably don't want to know."

She tried to imitate Carly's girly giggle. "Yeah. Once you remove the mystique, what's left?"

"How it feels?" His voice was husky.

Mya slid her hand from her thigh to his skin. Her flesh glided smoothly over his as she brought her hand up higher. "It feels great to me," she said in a throaty whisper.

Roarke froze as her hand brushed his stomach and hesitated. What did she plan to do? Was she...? His breath hissed through his teeth as her hand wrapped around his shaft. "Mya..."

"Hmm?" She struggled to sound innocent as she stroked him from head to base. The mud squished through her fingers and eased her way, but also interfered with her ability to feel him. In case he had the same problem, she squeezed her hand and tightened her grip.

Roarke gasped as she increased the pressure of her cupped hand. She continued to stroke him and circle the head of his erection with her thumb with each upward stroke. His manhood grew rigid in her grasp, and his hips bucked as the muscles in his groin tightened. He had never felt anything like it. The mud slithered between them to fill in the gaps between her fingers and clenched hand. She seemed to completely engulf him, and he knew he would come if she didn't stop. "You shouldn't."

Mya's grin was wicked, and she was glad he wore a mask. "Relax. Enjoy the mud."

"But..." Roarke trailed off as she flicked her finger across the very tip of his erection. This wasn't part of his plan. She wasn't supposed to touch him at all yet. He wasn't supposed to touch her either-not today, anyway. That would come later.

His mind went blank as she increased the tempo of her strokes. Roarke tried to focus on his seduction scenario, but soon his body's response overwhelmed his ability to think. He relaxed completely and gave into the urge to thrust.

Mya slowed down her hand as he began to partic.i.p.ate. She continued to caress him and apply pressure as she stroked up and down his shaft, but he did most of the work. She grew wet as she imagined the expression on his face. With her free hand, she slid the mask aside so she could see him at the moment when he reached satisfaction.

His forehead furrowed and his lips drew back to expose gritted teeth as he spasmed in her hand. Warm liquid splashed onto her fingers, and she knew he had come-as if his blissful expression couldn't have told her that.

With a satisfied smile, Mya lowered her mask so he wouldn't know she had peeked. She relinquished her hold on him as he leaned against her. His face was buried in her hair, and the corner of his mask touched her ear. His lips pressed against her cheek.

"Why?"

Mya searched for an answer, but nothing sounded right in her head. Rather than answer, she rubbed her cheek against his mouth and received a small kiss.

"Come home with me." Roarke abandoned his carefully thought out plan. He needed to have her today. He couldn't wait any longer. Not days and certainly not weeks.

She hesitated over her response. She had expected him to ask, but hadn't given much thought to her answer. It was what she wanted too, but it was irreversible. Once she gave in to her desire, she couldn't undo her deeds. She would have to live with the consequences for the rest of her life.

"Mya?"

The pleading in his tone cut through her confusion. "Yes. I'll come home with you."

Chapter Seventeen.

Making Love Mya stared out the window of Roarke's black Lotus, lost in her thoughts. It was some time before she noticed they weren't headed in the direction of his condo. "Where are we going?"

"My house."

She bit her lip and wondered if she should protest. The condo was their meeting place. His home seemed almost too intimate. Too personal. She closed her eyes as her body tingled with desire. It didn't matter where they made love, as long as it was soon. "Okay."

He turned down a quiet street lined with large homes, but nothing that was too ostentatious. The Lotus turned into the third drive on the left and stopped before a two-story Mediterranean with terra-cotta tiles. Roarke opened his door, but didn't get out. "Are you coming in?"

She knew this was the last chance he would give her to back out. Mya moistened her dry lips, then grasped the handle of the door. She let it speak for her as she opened it and slid out. "This is your house?"

Roarke got out of the car, and they walked up a set of wide, shallow steps made of textured cement and painted white. "For about six months."

"Why did you move from the condo?"

He took time to unlock the door and let her precede him into the deliciously cool interior before he answered. "I got tired of living in a building where there was no privacy." He grimaced as he recalled the neighbor who always dropped by-sometimes to borrow something or invite him for dinner. In reality, she had consumed him with her eyes on each impromptu visit. Never mind the huge rock she had worn on her hand.

The irony didn't escape Roarke as he caught sight of the diamond on Mya's finger. He dropped his keys on the standing table near the door with a twist of his lips. How his ethics had plummeted.

Mya eyed the s.p.a.cious interior-white floors, white walls, and black furniture-with round eyes. She had never been inside a house like it. A step separated the entryway from the rest of the house, and she stepped up and walked into the living room. A ma.s.sive entertainment center dominated one wall of the room. She recognized a flat-screen television and small speakers in the corners of the room that provided surround sound. Bobby would love this place.

But he wouldn't love what she planned to do here. A sudden chill seized her, and Mya rubbed her bare arms.

"Would you like me to turn down the air conditioner?"

She shook her head and licked her lips again. "I'm thirsty. Could we get something to drink before...?" Mya trailed off, unable to say the words even though she had been the one to bring them to this point.

He nodded. "Follow me." Roarke led her into the bright kitchen and walked to the fridge. "What are you in the mood for?"

Mya shrugged. "Water?"

He pushed aside a bottle of juice to take two bottles of water from a flat on the second shelf. After he had handed it to her, they stood in the middle of the kitchen to drink. Once their thirst was quenched, an awkward silence hung between them. Roarke racked his brain for something to say, but drew a blank. All he could think about was her naked form sprawled across the crimson silk sheets on his bed upstairs. How did he get her from here to there though?

Mya sat the bottle on the counter and cleared her throat. "Can I see the rest?"

His eyes widened for a moment before he realized what she meant. "Sure." He took her hand to lead Mya through the rooms on the lower level. They climbed the curved staircase together and emerged onto the second floor. He showed her the guest rooms and his office before he stopped in front of his bedroom door. "This is where I sleep."

Mya swallowed audibly as he pushed open the white door. She still held his hand, and she could feel the moisture between their palms. Was it his sweat or hers? Maybe both.

She followed him inside and caught her breath. A huge, four-poster, black lacquered bed took up most of the middle of the room. Black furniture that matched the decor was stationed strategically around the walls to maximize s.p.a.ce. Highly polished hardwood absorbed the thunk of her sandals' heels as she walked farther into the room and stopped before the fireplace. A luxuriant black rug stretched across the floor in front of the hearth, and she almost knelt to touch it. Only the knowledge of how gauche her actions would be restrained her.

When she turned around, she found Roarke's solemn eyes on her. "It's beautiful." Mya kicked off her sandals as she walked over to the bed. It rested on a pedestal, so she didn't have to bend down to touch the satiny red comforter draped across the bed. She turned back to look at him again and saw the hunger in his eyes that she knew was reflected in hers. She forced a smile as she sat on the bed. "This is so comfy."

He nodded as he walked over to her. "You should try laying down on it."

Mya stretched out until she lay completely on the bed. Her stomach chittered with nerves as he sat down beside her. "Heavenly."

Roarke ran a finger down her bare arm. "Absolutely." He moved his hand to the top b.u.t.ton of her vest s.h.i.+rt where it met at the valley of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The lacy cups of her red bra were just visible from this angle.

Mya put her hand on his. She wasn't sure if it was to stop him or urge him to continue. He must have taken his cue from the desire that burned in her eyes, because he flicked open the top b.u.t.ton, then the next and the next, until all five had been undone. Mya closed her eyes as his hand settled on her stomach to rub back and forth in slow circles.

Roarke's breath caught in his throat as he eased open the vest s.h.i.+rt to stroke her stomach. His hand traveled up to her left breast, and he rubbed the nipple through the lace of the padded cup. He groaned as she squirmed against his hand. Her lips were moist and invited him to kiss her. He s.h.i.+fted positions so he could lean down to press his lips against hers.

Her eyes flew open as he brought his lips against hers. They had only shared one kiss, and it had been almost platonic. As his tongue traced her lips, Mya moaned low in her throat. When he pulled his hand away from her breast, she protested wordlessly.