He was very, very aware of the fact that he was only wearing pajama pants and he was more or less in bed with Ashley. A quick shiver tightened his back at the first brush of his fingers over his bare shoulders and he closed his eyes.
Making a vague noise of comprehension, he forced himself to relax -- which he thought was a little ironic. Slowly though, he felt the tension in his muscles relax and he seemed to sink more comfortably into his bed.
"It smells good," he replied with a thickness to his voice that couldn't only be attributed to his relaxation. It felt good, too. It felt better than he thought it should and his body was reacting predictably to having a gorgeous woman massage him. Luckily he was lying face down.