Lips pursing, stiffening up in anticipation of whatever the hell he meant to do next, I kept my gaze firmly on the movie on the TV.
The urge to fidget was nearly my undoing. I refused to break. That’s exactly what he wanted. He was playing with fire messing with my feet like that, and he well knew it.
Was there anything about me hedidn’tremember? The guy’s mind was like a steel trap.
“Goot ‘dea,” he rumbled out as I felt my sock slip free.
Lost in my own train of thought, it took a second for his words to register. “What do you- Oh, don’t you dare! I mean it, Cypress Rowan!”
Grabbing my foot, Cy held it up like he was examining it. With a look my way, he brought my foot closer to his mouth.
Eyeing him as he paused, pretending he meant to nibble on my feet, I called his bluff. “You won’t do it.”
“No?”
Shit. The look he was giving me told me he just flippin’ might.
“You my Pru?” he purred. “Who Cy Pru?”
That was a threat if I’d ever heard one.
“You aren’t going to do it,” I muttered, even as unease began to slither through me. My fingers tightened where they were wrapped around me, gripping the material of the Godzilla shirt I was wearing. “You know how I feel about my feet being messed with. You wouldn’t dare.”
“Would I not?” The look on his face said he absolutely would, but he didn’t do a lot of things I thought he would of late.
Then again, he also did a hell of a lot that I never could have imagined.
Glittering blue eyes slid from my foot to me, back and forth, back and forth.
“You won’t,” I decided, rather confidently, perhaps a smidge too cocky.
Cy shrugged, then slowly lowered my foot.
Relief rushed through me and I settled back down.
Everything seemed to just chill out and I settled back into the movie.
Cy’s hand ran up and down my leg, going from my knee to my ankle, just shy of the danger zone.
Thinking the whole thing squashed, I wasn’t ready for it when he rumbled, “Cy do it,” grabbed my foot up, and proceeded to playfully nip and nibble on my foot while I screamed, squealed, and shriek-laughed for him to stop.
When I was all but clawing at the arm of the couch, twisting to get away from him between belly aching fits of laughter, he paused mid torture and met my gaze.
“Who mine?” he put a bit of growl into it.
Being suddenly horny while coming down from a tickle attack high was a jumbled mess.
“Not me!” I growled right back.
Cy dropped my foot with a growl to beat the pitiful one that left me.
He didn’t drop down over me. He prowled closer, his hands going to the waistband of the sweats I was comfy cozy in, to jerk them down just enough he could spread my legs and dive between them.
His tongue was long and thick, one hot, sweeping pass from slit to clit, to bury inside my pussy and growl against my heated flesh.
Thick fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open to him.
“Ohgod- ohgod- ohgod-” I was so close. He was too damn good at that.
