Big Bad Wolf by Gennita Low

lay her down on her bed.
    “Don’t move,” he tersely ordered, and disappeared back into the bathroom. He returned with a towel and swore softly at the sight of her trying to pull the tucked bed sheets loose to cover herself.
    “You’re just going to hurt yourself doing that,” he told her, then sat down right beside her naked body.
    “Don’t!” Jaymee weakly tried to fight off the big fluffy towel rubbing her body. She didn’t actually object to the towel. It was the pair of hands rubbing her dry that was cause for alarm. She couldn’t believe she was actually lying on her bed with his hands on her. She’d fantasized about that, without the agony of a cramp. It was too frighteningly like her fantasies, and she struggled more earnestly, understanding with sudden clarity her own danger.
    Nick sighed and took the only option left to get her to stop. He stretched his long length on top of her, using his weight to quiet her struggles. Her body felt temptingly soft.
    “Be still,” he told her softly.
    As if she had a choice. Her thigh still throbbing, Jaymee glared up at him, torn between embarrassment and pain. “Get off me, Nick,” she said. She might be in pain, but she hadn’t lost her sense of self-preservation yet.
    “Which leg cramped up?” he asked, ignoring her demand. “You were squirming so much I couldn’t see for sure.”
    “I’m feeling better now,” she lied, then gasped aloud when he calmly tested one thigh by putting pressure on it with his knee. It was a lucky guess. “You bastard!”
    “You won’t tell me.”
    “I didn’t want to!” she yelled.
    “Too bad.” He got up on one hand, pulling the scrunched up towel across her body. “There, almost decent. Let me see you move your leg.”
    Did he know what he looked like from her position? Jaymee stared at him as she lay on her bed, naked except for a wet towel on top of her body. He was half-on and half-off her, the front of his shirt and pants wet. A very warm hand lay on her injured thigh. A long moment passed.
    “Don’t look at me like that, darling,” he drawled. “Move your leg, Jaymee.”
    She tried, and bit down on her lip at the immediate spasm that followed. He nodded, his hand pressing down on the knot.
    “A pulled muscle. I’ll take care of it.”
    Looking around, he saw the bottle of body lotion on her bedside table, and leaned across her to get it. Mesmerized, Jaymee watched him pour an indecent amount into those beautiful hands. She swallowed hard as those hands rubbed together.
    “You aren’t going to do it,” she announced, panicking.
    “It isn’t going to hurt, babe,” Nick told her, and two slick hands were kneading down on her thigh, his thumbs pressing and massaging the sore spot.
    She cried out something incoherent. Did he say it wouldn’t hurt? So why did her body feel like one giant cramp?
    “Relax, or I’ll have to massage your whole body.”
    He was teasing her, but the thought of those hands doing similar things to the rest of her made her insides flip somersaults. She eyed him with the keen knowledge of a cornered prey. He had her trapped and the glint in his eye told her he was very aware of it. Her mind worked feverishly, trying to see a way out. Even if her leg had allowed it, she couldn’t jump up and run off with just a towel clutched to her front. She couldn’t see herself screaming in maidenly despair; she wouldn’t know how. She could just quietly lie there, like an animal playing dead, pretending his fingers weren’t sliding up and down her thigh. She could, if her blood wasn’t boiling over from the suggestive up and down motion. His laughter brought her attention back to him.
    “What’s so funny?” she asked.
    “You. You’re so transparent, Jaymee darling. Right now you’re busy trying to find a safe subject to talk about, as you always do when you panic.”
    Was she so easy to read? Annoyance replaced embarrassment as she pulled the towel a little higher, then realized