Feather Light (Knead Me) (5 page)

Kelly tried to keep her erratic heartbeat in check. She had said so much in such a little time, haranguing the man for information about his eyesight and then dismissing his question without explanation. 

His sensual hands on her body didn’t help at all. All she could think of was his fingers moving to places that hadn’t been touched for a long, long time. Too long, actually. With fame came loneliness. Yes, there were friends and family, but Kelly needed intimacy. She wanted someone she could trust to share her bed at night. Famous actors had their own agenda, and the ones she’d associated with in the past had either wanted her as a red carpet accessory or just a one-night stand. They’d been too into themselves to understand or care about what she needed.

She’d had many massages, but none of the massage therapists had induced the response she had to Parker. Not only had he successfully punctured the barrier around her, making her break down and show her vulnerable side, the part of her she closed for everyone to see, but he had unearthed memories she’d rather forget.

Her mind flashed back to Matthew. The bastard. He had screwed with her head and made her afraid to trust men—and people in general. Exhausted, Kelly wanted nothing more than peace of mind and a chance to be herself again. But who was she nowadays? She shook off the reminders of her past mistakes and concentrated on Parker’s hands on her body.

Parker Davis seemed content in his own skin. His blindness added to his aura because he acted so sure of himself. It didn’t diminish his ability in her eyes. How could it even matter when he was one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen? Kelly worked in the entertainment industry, and she’d seen them all. Parker had the confidence of a man and the charisma of a boy. Add in the sculpted arms, the tapered waist, and the well-built physique . . . she was a goner from the first moment she’d laid eyes on him.

Kelly had gone home after the first session with him feeling like she could take on the world. Parker had the ability to listen and had made her feel good about herself. She’d worked ten days straight after that session and had even been able to endure the paparazzi hounding her. Without being aware of it, Parker had helped her in ways she couldn’t explain. He’d lifted her spirits, and his gratifying touch had seemed to convey an unspoken sentiment. Could he feel her attraction to him?

He continued to trace his hands along her back—heaving, kneading, and taunting her into a relaxed state in which all she felt was pure bliss. How would it feel to have his arms around her? To hear him tell her how much he wanted her?

When he moved to massaging her scalp and the contours of her jawline and neck, Parker wasn’t just touching her; he was looking at her. Kelly kept her eyes open and watched with guilty pleasure while his mouth twitched into a smile and his eyes closed.

“Ms. Didley?” His voice was a gentle whisper.

“Hmm . . .”

“What are you thinking at the moment?”

Parker moved over to her left leg. From her past experiences, most massage therapists started with the back, then the limbs, before graduating to the face. With Parker, he lingered on her face longer. She wasn’t complaining. It gave her the chance to watch him, enough time to memorize his face with its slight bump on the bridge of his nose, sensual pink lips, and long lashes that framed his almost sightless blue eyes.
Talk about devouring someone with your eyes.
She feasted them on Parker like she had never done before, and it made her feel good.
Real
good
.

“If there was anything you could have right now, what would it be?”

Kelly answered without giving the question much thought. “I guess I would want a man to tell me what to do.” As soon as the words left her mouth, they sounded too honest, even to her own ears. What could he be thinking of her candor?
 

If she read his reactions correctly, Parker seemed to understand what she meant. She heard his breath hitch before he let out a long sigh.

“You sound like you need a break.”

Her response was instinctive. Kelly curled her toes, and her center throbbed. She closed her eyes and let the warm sensation emanating from her girly bits engulf her senses. Those other people hadn’t lied. This man could bring her, or anyone, to orgasm just by asking the right questions and saying the right things.

When the chime rang, signaling the end of the session, she groaned, unable to help herself. If it was possible to ask for an extension, she would’ve done it, but she realized his schedule was tight and he needed a break.

“If you’re not doing anything tonight, would you care to join me in my hotel room for dinner? Maybe some drinks afterward?” she blurted out before she lost her nerve. “I know you’re not from around here and you’re just going back to your hotel room after the day is over. What could be better than two people getting to know each other over dinner and maybe some drinks afterward?”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Ms. Didley?”

Kelly stiffened at the directness of his question but decided not to lie. “I find you fascinating, Mr. Davis.”

Parker shifted on his feet, seeming to considering her statement. “Does your fascination have something to do with my blindness?”

“Not at all. I’m sure you know how attractive you are. You’re charming, and it seems like you can carry on a decent conversation.”

“You sound like you’re in advertising.” Parker smiled and shoved his hands in his pocket. “If we’re to go out on a date, I would much prefer to take you dining at a nice restaurant with candlelight and soft music.”

Stunned, Kelly tried to search for the right words to say. The last thing she needed was to be seen in New York City dining with her massage therapist. She preferred her privacy, and she wanted him alone with her, no interruptions, and everything else that came with that.

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather stay in the hotel room. I promise you, the food will be superb, and the company will be excellent.” She sounded desperate, but she didn’t care. Parker was interesting, and she’d like to get to know him better. What harm could one dinner do, anyway?

He considered her for a moment. “Your offer is hard to refuse, so I will say yes. One condition, though. Please give me your real name.”

Parker stared at Kelly like he was looking straight into her eyes. She felt a sliver of discomfort but shrugged it off. The man couldn’t see, and she was being paranoid.

“It’s Ann Sutton.” She wasn’t lying. Her real name was Kelly Ann Sutton. Storm was her mother’s maiden name, which she used as her stage name because someone had once said it was catchy and easy to remember.

Parker reached out a hand in her direction and grinned. “It’s nice to meet you, Ann Sutton.”

She got up, not even bothering to cover her body, and clasped his hand. “Same here, Mr. Davis.”

He held her hand a bit longer than necessary before he released it. “Call me Parker.”

“Call me Ms. Didley.” Kelly laughed.

Parker went back to his hotel room to get ready. He felt like a teenager going on his first date. Arianne had warned him, in a good-natured way, that she didn’t trust the woman.
“Why would she use aliases if she isn’t hiding something?”
Her tone had been full of suspicion ever since Parker had mentioned the date.

He wouldn’t have said anything to Arianne if he’d had time to make the arrangements himself, but he had been booked solid for the entire day, leaving him with very little time to call a florist and arrange for his ride. Parker barely had enough time to get back to his hotel to shower and get ready. Thank God for his fantastic dry cleaner. They sent back his outfits in the same bag they were delivered in, so the Braille label always guaranteed the right colors and combinations, eliminating the chance he’d end up wearing mismatched clothes.

After donning a dinner jacket over a black long-sleeved shirt and gray wool slacks, he worked on taming his chestnut hair. Parker should have gotten a haircut before he’d left LA, but his schedule had been too tight. He brushed back the wayward strands and applied gobs of gel until they felt right to him, worried about his appearance because she could see him. On the other hand, it wouldn’t matter what Ann wore. She could be wearing raggedy clothes and have her hair all over the place, and he wouldn’t even notice.

His car service was prompt and was waiting as soon as he emerged from the hotel. The flowers he’d ordered sat next to him, the scent tickling his nostrils. Ann was staying at the New York Palace, a favorite among celebrities. Parker wondered what she did, because only the uber-rich could afford that famous hotel.

A concierge met him at the front of the hotel and whisked him to her suite. It felt odd, considering he thrived on control, to be dependent on other people at that particular moment.

Ann’s request had thrown him off balance. Her simple idea of a date had disturbed his controlled and methodical life, and he had let it. Parker had no idea where the evening would take him, but the mystery behind the woman piqued his interest enough for him to take a look. He chuckled to himself.

“Here we are, sir,” the man said when they reached the door of the suite. Parker shook the man’s hand with a twenty dollar bill and collected himself before knocking.

There were muffled footsteps, and fabric brushed the surface of the door before it opened. “Hello, Parker.” Ann’s velvety voice was a soft caress.

He smiled at the sound. “These are for you.” He offered her the bouquet of flowers Arianne had ordered for him.

“They’re wonderful.” Parker heard her sniff the flowers before she took his arm and guided him inside the room. “You look . . . amazing.”

“Thank you. I wish I could say the same, but I’m sure you’re gorgeous. If I’m going to base my call on your Hermes perfume, I’ll say you smell ravishing.” He grinned while they made their way into what he guessed was the sitting room. Ann ushered him to a plush sofa, and they sat next to each other. She released his arm once they were settled and comfortable.

“Dinner is arriving in ten minutes. Hold on. Let me call for them to bring a vase for these beautiful flowers.” Parker heard the sound of her footsteps padding across the room and listened as she called in her request. Ann came back and sat next to him.

He decided to start the conversation with a safe topic. “What are we having?”
 

Her laugh was sexy, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Are you hungry?”

Parker nodded. “Been a long day, and there’s one Ms. Didley who took a lot out of me—energy-wise that is.” He winked at her.

“Well, Ms. Didley’s going to make sure you’re well-fed and satisfied by the end of the night.”

Okay. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear that there was something sexual about the way she’d said that. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow.

“We’re starting off with oysters in mignonette sauce. I ordered Cabernet steak with mushrooms for you and mahi-mahi with mango sauce for me. And for dessert, we’re having chocolate truffle cake.”

Parker coughed, unable to stop the surprise as soon as he realized everything she had ordered was an aphrodisiac. Mortified at his reaction, Parker was saved from further embarrassment by the knocking on the door.

He wasn’t sure if he should feel flattered, because it was obvious the woman wanted him, or if he should start running. As much as he wanted her, his lifestyle wasn’t for everyone, and he wasn’t even thinking about his disability yet. Parker was thinking more along the lines of his sexual preferences.

It wasn’t easy to come up to someone new and tell them he wanted a more controlled approach to sex. He wasn’t tied to Webster by any means—they were mere sex partners who understood and trusted each other, and their shared preference worked out well for them.

Then Parker heard the sound of a cart being rolled into the middle of the room, judging by the echo of the wheels as their sound bounced off the walls. It was funny how blindness made him pay attention to details he had taken for granted in the past.

He couldn’t hear what was being said before the person left. Ann spoke in hushed tones, which made it impossible for him to understand. Parker shrugged it off, but a sliver of suspicion began to creep in.

“Shall we?”
 

Parker got up and followed the direction of her voice. He looked down to catch any furniture in his way and made it to the makeshift dinner table without making a fool of himself.