Why was her head filled with nettles when it came to him?
Daisy turned, put both hands on the corner of the bed behind her, and hopped up. “Now what?” she asked.
“Pull the coverlet down past my feet. I promise they are clean.”
What was she going to do with his feet?
He chuckled. “If you could see your expression...”
“What? What am I doing?”
“You look like I just asked you to eat a bug.”
Daisy shook her head. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. This is highly unusual. For both of us.”
“It is?”
“I don’t normally invite women into my bed to touch my feet, Daisy.”
Her blush could have set the linens on fire. He smirked.
Daisy snatched the coverlet down. “Are you enjoying yourself, my lord?”
“Just Alston will do.”
Daisy bit her cheek as she refused to look at his beautiful face and instead stared at his somehow attractive feet. His calves were shapely and dusted with fine golden hair. Something tugged low in her belly, and she squeezed her thighs together.
She licked her dry lips. “And now?”
“You’ll have to lift my foot, and I’ll push against your hand. We’ll repeat that exercise a few times and go from there.”
She was going to touch him again. Daisy drew in a slow breath to calm her nerves. The racing thumping in her ears did not relent as she shuffled closer to him and scooped up his ankle, trying to appear cavalier. She swallowed as she lifted his foot to her midsection and braced her other palm against the sole. When she peeked at him, the sight of his glistening brow and tense expression caught her off guard. She almost dropped his foot.
“Does this hurt?”
“My muscles are too tight. The pulling behind my knee feels like I’m being sliced open.”
“Should we stop?”
“No, keep holding it like that. It’s a good stretch. It’s already feeling a little better.”
Daisy adjusted her hold. The feel of his warm skin under her hands sent a shiver down her spine. They were alone on a bed, and she was touching him. This was her first intimate encounter with a man, whether it was intentional or not. Though it was not even remotely romantic, it was still deeply personal and scandalous.
She was doing something good to help him, but it felt like trouble. Big trouble.
Chapter Thirteen
His prick worked.He hadn’t questioned it before since a man can wake up in the morning with a standing cock for no reason at all other than to greet the day. But it was long past that when Daisy came to his door. His heart had started pounding at the sound of her knock. Her hesitation only heightened the anticipation, and his blood heated, surging toward his cock.
When she’d entered, looking as prim and nervous as a nun in her white dress, his ardor had cooled. But she was still beautiful, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she’d grudgingly approached the bed. Now she was touching his feet, and thank heavens he didn’t enjoy pain with his bed sport, because the searing sensation caused by elevating his leg in her small, soft hands was the only thing keeping his cock in line. He should cover his lap, just in case, but that would look just as suspicious.
He’d bet his fortune she wouldn’t know the sight of a stiff cock in breeches, but he wasn’t about to introduce her to the image. Her future husband might fall short of Alston’s impressive example of manhood, and then she’d live the remainder of her life in disappointment.
The idea of her future husband worked wonders. But not in the way he anticipated. The unknown man already annoyed him.Who would be deserving of this stunning, ripe peach? No one, not if he had anything to say about it. Just looking at her now, he could see that her experience with the opposite gender was nonexistent. She couldn’t stop blushing. Not that she should be comfortable sitting in a man’s bed, but given the circumstances, this was hardly a titillating situation. His weak constitution all but gelded him. She couldn’t be safer if she were tending to an old aunt.
The muscles that screamed in his leg for relief finally relaxed. “All right, now I will bend my knee and straighten it. But I want you to push back against me to keep me from straightening my leg fully.”
