Page 193 of Camp Bliss
Inside, Zach looks over his shoulder, taking in the muted glow of the fairy lights and the backdrop of stars through the tent’s netting. “This is fucking awesome.” Then he lowers his gaze to me.“Youare fucking awesome.”
My smile is free range. “You deserve nothing less.”
In this light, his hair is a dark cinnamon, and he cocks a spicy brow.“Deserve?”He slides one hand down to my calf and gives it a squeeze. His eyes blaze with wicked heat that I feel low in my belly. “Do you have any idea what you deserve?”
I’m propped on my elbows, and he’s on his knees between my legs. His question doesn’t even compute. All I can register is the look in his eyes. This is happening. Finally.
Oh, hell, yes.
Zach doesn’t take his eyes off me, pinning me with that searing look as he unlaces my left shoe with one hand before slipping it off. He dispenses with the other just as quickly.
And then Zach surprises the hell out of me when he sits back on his heels, props my socked feet in his lap, and shifts his focus to them.
“W-What are you doi—Oh, Jesus!”I honk as his thumbs dig deliciously into the arches of my feet.
The touch and his rough chuckle has my sex spasming. My elbows give, and I’m staring at the stars when he whips off each sock.
Some little voice in my brain tries to ruin the moment with worries about foot sweat and chipped toenail polish, but when Zach takes my left foot in both hands and kneads it between his rough, capable fingers, I promptly tell that voice to shut the fuck up.
In reality, I just groan. Loud.
I can’t remember the last time anyone showed my feet some love. And, oh God, I’m unraveling!
And Zach? He’s pinching and massaging each toe and grinning. Grinning like a fiend. If he’s enjoying this, then I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
Then my nose stings again. Because Iamthe luckiest woman in the world. Zach is amazing. Incredible. And he lovesme.He’s smiling down at me with such love, rubbing my feet, and I’m so grateful.
So humbled.
Is it possible that this—this—is the most intimate and unguarded moment of my life?
I blink fast because I don’t want any sudden tears to give me away.
Right before I’m about to insist that he stop before he topples my composure, his touch moves up to my ankles, and when both hands tenderly pinch my Achille’s heels, I’m moaning all over again.
“Ohmygod…”The threat of drooling is very real. I want to have his babies. The genetic line that created these gifted hands must never be broken. It is a moral imperative.
“You’re a gift to humanity,” I gurgle, unwittingly voicing the thought.
“W-What?” Zach’s rough chuckle jerks me from my hand lineage ruminations and has my face flooding with heat.
I shake my head and raise my hands toward him. “Come here.”
His grin twists wryly. “I’m getting there.” Then his grip shifts up to my calves.
Holy Mother.
I want to argue that I need to touch him too, but the words just won’t form.
“Just let me do this,” he whispers, as though reading my mind. “I love watching you melt like this. I’ll have to do this more often.”
More often?
My sex spasms again.
I’m nearly panting when I can finally speak. “Those are dangerous words, Rousseau.”
“Mmmm,”he purrs, and then he’s gently working the soft undersides of my knees.
