Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,83
the sheer stocking, he said. “No blood. It looks okay.”
“It’s good. Really. I just stubbed my toe.”
I expected him to give up, and put my feet back on the floorboards.
Instead, he took one foot into his large hands and started to massage it.
After hours of wearing those shoes, my feet were a little sore, and what he was doing to them right now felt like a mini orgasm. “Oh, God. That’s nice.”
He pushed on a pressure point with his thumb. “Just nice?” he mocked.
It didn’t take me long to realize he was teasing me like he had after our first kiss. He obviously wanted to hear that what he was doing was more than just…nice.
“Amazing,” I moaned as he picked up the other foot. “Fantastic,” I added breathlessly as he massaged my left foot. “Maybe even orgasmic.”
It wasn’t like I had some kind of foot fetish, but Damian’s hands were like magic as he massaged over the cramped muscles of my insole, and forced them to relax.
I stretched out on the long leather seat, and propped my elbows behind me, watching Damian as he soothed away the ache in both of my feet.
“Better?” he asked as he moved to lightly rub my calves.
The feel of those beautiful fingers skimming across the sheer silk of my stockings sent a shiver of longing through my entire body.
He stroked over my knees, and then slowly up my thighs. “I’m more than willing to sooth any part of your body that aches, sweetheart,” he said in a hoarse, deliciously naughty tone.
I flopped down on the seat, releasing a pent-up breath as my head hit the soft seat cushion. “Damian,” I said in a loud whisper.
His fingers stopped their marauding progress as they hit bare skin. “Fuck! How did I not know you were wearing these?”
He’d found the lace edges of my stockings that were held in place by an equally lacy garter belt.
“Because I didn’t tell you,” I replied in a sultry voice. “I was going to let you discover them later.”
“They’re sexy as hell,” he informed me.
I closed my eyes. God, I adored that barely leashed edginess I could hear in his words. He sounded like he couldn’t wait to fuck me, like he’d completely lose it if he didn’t. “I wore them for you, Damian. I thought you might like them.”
“Mission accomplished if your goal was to make me crazy,” he answered tightly. “My cock is hard as a rock.”
I opened my mouth to make a smartass comment, and then snapped it closed as his fingers started to explore beneath the scrap of lace.
“Jesus, Nicole. You’re so damn wet.”
I whimpered as he smoothed a finger over my slick flesh. It didn’t take much for Damian to soak a pair of my panties. It had happened as soon as he’d started to massage my foot. “Yes,” I hissed in agreement.
“You’ll have to be very, very quiet,” he advised in a low, wicked tone. “The partition between us and my driver is pretty thin.”
I sighed. It wasn’t like I could straddle him right now and ride both of us into an amazing orgasm. The seats were enormous, and the windows were tinted, so it would be physically possible, but I doubted he was carrying a condom.
I felt the cool air waft over the skin of my upper thighs as he lifted my skirt. “Very pretty,” he remarked appreciatively.
The lingerie set was really nice. The lace was black, but there were tiny red bows at the top of each stocking, and at the band of the panties. I’d thrown them in my suitcase on a whim. I’d never worn the stuff. Kylie had given them to me as a gag gift for my birthday a couple of years ago, and I’d shoved them into the back of my drawer, assuming they’d never see the light of day again.
I wasn’t the kind of woman who wore anything sexy.
Or, at least, I wasn’t…until I’d met Damian.
Maybe I’d just never been inspired like I was right now.
His fingers continued to play in my slippery heat, and I let out a squeak as he sought and found my clit. “Feel good, baby?” he asked in an almost polite tone.
“God, yes,” I answered tremulously.
He rolled his finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves again, and kept stroking over it lazily until I was ready to shoot off my seat. “Damian,” I moaned, my body primed for his.
“You want my cock?” he asked in the same controlled voice.