“Your feet are sexy.”
Her lips quirked but she kept her eyes closed. “They are not.”
“I think they are.” He dug his thumb into the arch of one foot and she gave a little whimper of pleasure. “That feel good?”
“Oh yeah.”
He worked over one foot, then the other. She couldn’t remember ever being so relaxed.
Then his oily hands moved up her calf, fingers pressing into her calf muscle.
“Mmm.”
He shifted on the couch closer to her, hands massaging her legs, deep, slow strokes down her calves, then back up and over her knees to her thighs. The honey in her veins turned to fizzy champagne and her skin tingled everywhere. She dragged open her eyes to look at him as his clever fingers moved to her inner thigh.
“That’s not my feet.”
He gave her a wicked grin. “Baby, I know.”
Her pussy squeezed as he kept stroking her, hands going higher, pushing her skirt up. He used both hands on one thigh, clasping it and slowly running them up as high as he could, fingers brushing her panties, then sliding down again. He did that over and over, switched to the other leg, easing her thighs apart.
She was burning up now, eager for him to touch her where she really needed it, aching there. He shoved the skirt right to her waist, baring her, legs stretched out over his lap, and then he did touch her, right there, rubbing her through her panties.
“Oh.” She let out a breathy gasp.
“Think you should turn over?” His voice came out in a husky rasp.
She blinked at him, saw the arousal on his face. “Okay.” He helped her roll over. She tossed the cushion to the floor and folded her arms beneath her cheek. He slicked up with more oil, then laid his hands on the backs of her thighs.
Damn, that was delicious.
Again, he pressed and massaged and stroked, teasing over the sensitive backs of her knees, then torturing her by brushing fingers over the bottom curve of her butt cheeks. Shivers cascaded down her legs and more heat built in her pussy. Her butt tingled in anticipation of his touch, but he took his time, drawing it out, building her excitement until heat shimmered across her skin everywhere.
Finally he curved his palms over her cheeks and squeezed. She let out a long breath of delight.
“Let’s get rid of these.” He tugged her thong panties down.
“Be careful. You still owe me a pair.”
He gave a low laugh. “You’re right, I do.” He whisked the panties away, then rubbed and caressed, his fingers tormenting her more by sweeping her sensitive butt crack, dangerously nearing intimate areas. She wet her lips, her entire body quivering, and parted her thighs in invitation.
“Amber, baby.” His voice teased her. “You want me to touch your pussy?”
She sighed. “Yes.”
“Mmm.” He dipped his fingers lower and found her center. “You’re all hot and wet.”
“Um, maybe we should move to the bedroom.”
“Where’s Easton?”
“Not sure. Out.”
Her body shuddered as he continued to play, lightly pinching her sensitive folds, exploring deeper with maddening touches. Fire burned low inside her, her breathing quickening, her body pulsing along with the fast beat of her heart.
He was so generous, giving this to her, all of this. Something warm and soft expanded in her chest.
“Okay,” he finally said, gruffly. “I need to be inside that hot little pussy right now. Come on, baby.”
He tugged her skirt down over her butt. She rolled again and he lifted her to his lap, then stood with her. His strength never failed to amaze and impress her. She linked her arms around his neck and smiled at him as he carried her to her bedroom.
“You are good at foot massages.”
“How are your breasts? I bet they need massaging.”
She giggled. “Oh, definitely.”
Their eyes met in a warm connection and they fell onto the bed together.
—
When Duncan got home Friday, he’d assumed he’d see Amber that night, but then she’d told him she’d be working at the Sin Bin. He’d asked how long she was going to keep working there, since she now knew she had a full-time job lined up, but she’d said she still needed the money.
Yeah, he was getting the picture that money was tight for her. But she was so damn stubborn and independent. He wanted to buy her a new car, but she’d had such a shit fit when he’d only rented a car for her, he could imagine what would happen if he actually bought her one outright.
Fuck it, he should just do it.
Then he remembered Melissa dragging him on those shopping trips and him buying her all that expensive shit. He’d felt like such a sucker then. Christ, how could he buy Amber a car? Would that be the stupidest thing ever?