She glanced at her bare toes curling against the soft carpet. “Thanks.” A wave of empowerment swept over her. Surely, she wouldn’t have chosen that venue or crowd to reveal the most intimate secret she’d hidden for so long. But then there was never a good time for bad news to be revealed. Now that hers was out, she was free.
“For what it’s worth, he was apologizing when you interrupted us. Not that it was the best place for that, either.” And why the hell would the man wait a year after his recovery to do so? Why hadn’t Timothy called her? Emailed? Whatever. Didn’t matter. All she wanted was to move forward.
“I don’t know how to ask you this, but does it help you give it some closure?”
She sighed. “I’m not sure. Something tells me my family will be more curious than ever. I just don’t wanna think about it.” However they felt about Timothy was their business. She had struggled to get out of that relationship, and wouldn’t go back again. “I have to say though, I’m glad that I told my brothers off.”
“Who knew my Elena could be so feisty?”
His Elena? Shoulders sagging, she shifted her weight from foot to foot and almost lost her balance altogether. Melting. Again. For Him.
She sat on the sofa, deciding that was far better than just crumbling to the floor. Devon followed her lead, and he knelt in front of her. He caught her ankle, and a frisson of awareness surged through her, and she worried her bottom lip. His gaze locked onto hers.
His touch ignited a series of sensations within her that she could barely register. It was too much, too good. Too hot.
He lowered his hand to her heel and foot. She parted her legs a bit. If his eyes were an ebony ocean, she would drown in them. Her nipples pebbled. Not even a freaking hurricane could separate her from him now. “Do you like me when I’m feisty?”
A smile that could cause accidents at traffic lights formed on his beautiful face. “I like you when you’re feisty.” Massaging the heel of her foot, he dipped his head and gave it a kiss.
Oh God. She wasn’t a foot fetish person or anything, but this was hot. Seriously. Hot.
“I also like you when you’re not.” Devon brought her foot to his mouth, and what was left of her almost slid right off her seat. His teeth grazed her toes, and wasn’t she glad she had squeezed in a pedicure the day before. His tongue lapped over her maroon-colored toenails. The scent of her arousal filled the air. “You’re turned on.”
She could feel heat spreading across her cheeks. Well, yeah.
“I can smell how aroused you are.”
She swallowed. Her throat was dry and thick.
“I love that scent. I love your taste. I love how you’re blushing right now. You want me to take you, but you also want me to keep talking.”
“Yes.”
He clutched her feet. “You’re one naughty, naughty woman, Elena Moretti.”
“You’re a bad influence on me.”
“I could say the same thing.”
“How so?”
He slid his hand higher. A glint of pure male pride flickered in his midnight eyes. Like fireworks from a distance. “Ever since you started working for me, showing up with that array of tight pencil skirts, pearls, and froufrou tops, all I’ve thought about was what was underneath. The way the skirt snugged your perfectly rounded ass. An ass that deserved to be touched. Licked. Spanked.”
He found the hem of her panties, and his finger toyed with the fabric. God. She was so wet that pretty soon her underwear would just slip right off. “What else?”
“Remember one day you had on red heels?”
“Yes,” she answered spreading her legs as she remembered pairing a rather conservative black dress with funky shoes to balance it out.
Finally, he slid his fingers into her underwear. Her clit was one hot button of sizzling nerves, aching for release. He could just bend her over and fuck her already. But, Devon being Devon… “I masturbated thinking about you shaking those shoes behind my neck. Twice.”
During those three months, had he wanted her as badly as she had wanted him? “Really?”
He inserted two fingers into her, and she let out a little growl. “Really.”
“Tell me more. I need more.”
Without mercy, Devon moved his fingers inside her, exploring her swollen flesh, driving her crazy with need. She squirmed on the sofa, and rocked her hips into his hand.
