Page 65 of Small Town Swoo
“We did, didn’t we?” Brow furrowed, he reached out and rubbed my foot. “There werereasons.”
“There were,” I agreed.
“I’m just having trouble remembering what they were, exactly. Why they mattered.”
“Well, I can’t think at all if you’re going to rub my feet like that,” I said as his thumb worked beneath the ball of my foot.
Immediately he moved closer so he could use both hands. “Your feet must hurt all the time. You’re on them day and night.”
“Oh, God.” I moaned softly as he massaged my sore arch. “What were we talking about again?”
“Orgasms.”
“I might have another one right now.”
He laughed. “Good.”
My eyes closed as he rubbed one foot and then the other. “You know, if acting doesn’t work out, you’d make a great massage therapist. You have amazingly strong hands.”
“Thanks,” he said, working his way up my calf muscle. “But there’s only one person I’d put my hands on this way.”
“You wouldn’t make a very good living at it with only one client.”
“Nope. And I’d never let her pay.” His hands moved up to my thigh. “So as I was saying. I think we may have been too hasty in setting a time limit on our exploration in vulnerability.”
“You could be right.”
His fingertips brushed me intimately, stroked me shallowly. “I mean, I really feel like it’s working.” He brought a finger to his mouth and closed his lips around it. Pulled it out. Then he eased it inside me, using his thumb to rub my clit. “Don’t you?”
My nipples tightened and poked through the thin, faded pink cotton of my shirt. “Yes,” I whispered, my body humming and alive with need. “It’s definitely working.”
“In fact, I think we’ve only scratched the surface of all the possible benefits of this enhanced friendship.” He added a second finger, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
“Yes,” I agreed, because apparently that’s the only word I could come up with when Dash’s hands were on me.
“But we should probably keep this to ourselves.”
“Most definitely.”
“Of course, a question remains.”
“Question?” I panted.
“The question,” he said, fucking me slowly with his fingers, “of whether two people canstayfriends when they add these kinds of benefits.”
“I think they can.” I understood his concern. “Nothing has to change, Dash. No expectations here.”
“None here either.” He paused. “Well, maybe one.”
“What’s that?”
“I expect that when I tell you to do something, you’ll do it.”
“Try me.”
His sexy mouth curled up on one side. “Take off your shirt.”
I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor.
