Following Michael's instruction, Everly lay flat on her stomach.
Her face was in the section of the massage table that allowed her to lie flat and still be able to breathe. He had waited until she got into the right position before pouring the lavender scented massage oil into his palms, then rubbed his hands together to warm the liquid before laying the hands on her back.
Everly couldn't hold back a soft moan when his hands touched her, causing heat to instantly warm her waist area.
Michael smiled when he heard that feminine sound, his confidence building as he moved his palms along her body, caressing and kneading her tense muscles. One would be able to tell from just the look on his face that he was looking forward to the moment when she'd turn over, and allow him to get his hands on
