took a sip and smiled up at him. “Mmm, thanks. I think I sweated out all the water in my body on the dance floor.”
“And made your feet sore.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe. I’m on my feet all day at work, and they never hurt. A few hours in these damn heels, and I may never walk again.”
“I’ve got a solution for your sore feet. A nice soak in that tub.”
Her eyes lit up. “I do want to try out that sexy bathtub.”
“I’ll get it running for you.”
She stood. “I’ll get naked.”
Those were his three favorite words. He went into the bathroom and turned the water on, getting it to the right temp. He found some bath bomb stuff on the side of the tub and sniffed it. It wasn’t overpowering, just a subtle lavender scent. He walked out to find her wearing only hot pink satin panties.
Ignoring how damn sexy she looked, and his first inclination to throw her on the bed and kiss her all over, he said, “You want one of those bath bomb things in there?”
She turned and nodded. “Ooh, yes, please.”
He unwrapped a bomb and tossed it in the water, watching it fizz.
Carmen came in, gloriously, beautifully naked, her hair piled on top of her head. There were so many things he wanted to do with her, but right now her comfort was most important.
“It looks fantastic,” she said. “Thanks for thinking of it.”
“I figured it might make your feet feel better.”
He held out his hand and helped her climb into the tub. She settled in against the back of the tub with an ahhh sound.
“This is perfect.”
“I’ll leave you alone to enjoy your bath.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Into the other room.”
“No, you don’t. Get naked and get in this tub with me.”
He cocked a brow. “I think if I get in the tub with you, it won’t be very relaxing for you.”
“But you can rub my feet. And that would be relaxing.”
He wanted Carmen to have whatever she asked for on this trip, so if that’s what she wanted . . .
He went into the other room and stripped out of his clothes, then came into the bathroom, liking the way her gaze traveled over his naked body. Since the faucet was high up in the center of the bath, he stepped into the tub and settled back on the opposite end of her, taking her feet and propping them on his stomach so they’d stay submerged in the hot water.
“Now the bath is perfect,” she said, sliding farther down and closing her eyes.
He began to rub the soles of her feet, gently at first to massage the entire foot, trying to figure out where her feet were sore. The problem was, she made moaning noises everywhere he touched. And because she kept making sexy moaning sounds, his dick got hard. Which meant his dick stood at full attention now and he was rock-hard and aching and Carmen was in foot rub nirvana and had no idea he was completely turned on while rubbing her feet.
Great. Now she was gonna think he had a foot fetish when really it had to do with the sounds she was making. Though she did have really cute feet. He lifted her toes out of the water to see her toenails had been painted a pretty coral color. He teased his fingers between her toes, and she giggled—and moaned again. He rolled his eyes and suffered in silence, then fisted his hand and kneaded it into the ball of her foot.
“Oh, God,” she said. “That’s so good.”
Then she started rubbing his chest with her other foot, teasing his nipple with her big toe. He’d never had this kind of foreplay before, and he wasn’t a foot guy, but he had to admit he was hella turned on, so whatever Carmen wanted to do to him, he was game for it.
And when her foot slid down to his lower belly and connected with his hard cock, her eyes drifted open and she gave him a lazy smile.
“So, rubbing my feet turns you on?”
He continued to massage her foot. “No, you moaning turns me on.”
“I was moaning?”
“Yeah. A lot. Sex moans.”
She laughed. “I was not giving you sex moans.”
“The hell you weren’t. Apparently, foot rubs make you hot.”
She extricated her foot from his hand, then crawled across the tub to sit on his lap. She swiped her finger down his chest. “Well, who knew foot rubs