The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,73

as his knee thumped against the table again. "I bet your lie didn't include a round table with a pedestal between us."

His foot bumped into her shin. "Found you."

"This isn't going to work," she mumbled through her hands.

"Scoot your chair over."

She lifted her butt, moved to the side, and sat back down again. His foot landed on the chair between her thighs.

Looking down, all amusement left her. He had big feet.

"Don't look under the table." Dutch crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Look at me."

She shivered, mainly because she had no idea what to expect. Dutch had taken her crazy teenage lie and wanted to make it a reality for her. He was determined to give her an orgasm using only his toes.

"I don't know where to put my hands." She rubbed her stomach.

His wet hair from the recent shower fell over half his face. "On top of the table."

He moved his foot, pressing the flat of his sole against her pussy. Her spine straightened at the firm contact.

The corner of Dutch's mouth lifted. She clasped her hands together on the top of the table to keep them in sight. She could sit here all day and look at Dutch when he was enjoying himself. There was an ease about him when he was naked with her. A younger, devilish temptation.

He slid his foot up and down. She inhaled deeper, letting her breath out slowly.

The fact that he was sitting there, moving his foot blindly, while aloof and acting like he was innocent, only made her love him more.

She squirmed, tilting her pelvis. His big toe slipped between her folds and skimmed her clit. It was hard for her to sit still.

The lure to look under the table and see if he was hard added to the excitement. She couldn't tell if he was getting off on playing with her or not.

It was all crazy.

The idea.

The lie.

Even Dutch thinking her overactive childhood imagination mattered now that she was an adult and he was with her. None of that mattered.

She closed her eyes, sagging in the chair at the warmth of pleasure wrapping around her despite her body breaking out in goosebumps.

His toes wiggled in her wetness. Uncoordinated movements with no set path.

All she could do was sit there and wait to see how he would move, where he would move, and what he'd do next. It was the mystery and exploration that turned her on.

There was such determination etched in Dutch's dark eyes, she scooted her ass to the edge of the chair to help him.

The shift let him align his foot on her. He stroked her as if it was his finger and not his toe, dipping into her vagina and returning to her clit. He slowly rubbed her in a circle, aided by the wetness. She grabbed onto the seat of the chair and arched her back, moving with him.

Her legs shook. She stared at Dutch. How could he make everything so right for her?

He removed his toes and pressed the sole of his foot against her sex. Moving against her, open as she was, he knew exactly what to do to push her higher. She humped his foot, grinding her ass against the chair.

All the while, Dutch refused to take his eyes off her. She sucked in her bottom lip. His foot was impossible to ignore.

An extension of him, he showed her, touched her, took care of her.

"Touch your tits." Dutch's chest muscles twitched.

As if that was what she needed, she pinched her nipples, pulling slightly, trying to mimic what Dutch could do with his mouth.

It wasn't the same.

"I want you." She moaned, gyrating on his foot.

"Not until you come."

She groaned, squeezing her whole breast. Needing to feel his hands on her.

The sloppy wetness between her legs and the friction of his foot against her made enough noise in the quiet house she hadn't paid attention to Dutch's breathing. Until now.

Though he hadn't moved his crossed arms or looked away from her, there were subtle signs that he was affected by what he was doing.

A single drop of sweat rolled down his temple. His jaw had slightly opened his mouth. His heavy breathing was humming to her ears.

"Dutch...?" She pressed against his foot. "Are you hard?"

She couldn't see underneath the table. For the first time, she could imagine them sitting at the table with Rachel and Skull, hiding their relationship, their feelings. Just the two of them together against the world, seeking the bond that had