She laughs, tossing a piece of popcorn at me.
I wiggle my fingers at her. “Come on, hand ’em over.”
She bites her lip, clearly debating. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, she props her feet up in my lap. “Fine. But just so you know—if this is some elaborate scheme to tickle me, I will end you.”
Chapter 9
Lucy
Oh God, his hands are magic.
Actual.
Magic.
The second his thumbs press into the arch of my foot, my head tips back like I’ve ascended to another plane of existence. It’s embarrassing how good this feels. I can’t stop the soft groan that slips out.
The moment the sound escapes, my eyes snap open in horror. Did I—?
Harris smirks without even looking up. That slow, knowing, infuriating smirk. “Good?” he asks, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
“Sure,” I say quickly, trying to sound indifferent, but it comes out more like a squeak.
“Want me to stop?”
“No!” The word flies out of me like a reflex. I wince. Way too eager. Way too loud.
His smirk deepens, and I hate him. And byhate, I mean I want to crawl into his lap and—oh no. Nope. Stop that. Brain, behave.
“Didn’t think so,” he murmurs, his thumbs finding a new spot on my arch that nearly has me sliding off the couch in bliss.
I grip the armrest like it’s a lifeline.
OhmyGod.
Oh. My. God.
“Relax,” he says, glancing up at me with those warm, teasing eyes.
“I am relaxed,” I lie, my voice trembling like a bad alibi as another shiver runs up my spine.
He raises an eyebrow like he knows I’m full of it. “If you say so.”
Then his hands shift, his fingers kneading beneath my toes, and I swear the earth tilts off its axis.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, my head falling back against the couch as my whole body melts into a puddle. My brain is screaming at me to get it together, but my body? Oh no, my body is fully committed to this. This is heaven.
“You good?” His voice is laced with a cocky edge, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me—and he does.
He absolutely does.
“Fine,” I whisper, though it’s clear I’m anything but fine.
“Fine?” His thumb drags slowly along the ball of my foot, and a strangled whimper escapes me.
“Great!” I gasp, trying to sound composed and failing miserably.
“Amazing. Now can you stop talking for one second?” He chuckles, and the sound is low and rich, vibrating straight through me.
