CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
** OLIVER WEST**
My heart was hammering too fast, I toyed with the hem of my tracksuit when his hands worked the cream into my ankle, then he slowly moved higher to my calf.
The relief was nearly immediate, but the way Kieran was touching me made it hard to focus on anything else.
His fingers moved in slow circles, massaging the cream into my knee. I bit my lip staring at the spot Kieran was touching, but when I looked up, Kieran wasn't staring at my leg, he was staring straight at me.
"Better?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
His hands moved to my hip, and I jumped in alert. "I'm not injured there!" I shrieked as his hand began to tug down the waistband of my track trousers.
"You fell this morning, I'm checking to see if it's really fine," Kieran said, sounding stern about it, but I'd be damned if I allowed him to assess my butt right here!!!
"I'm f-fine!" I struggled with him over my waistband.
Where I pulled up, Kieran jerked it down.
