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strength in his fingers holding her tight, but he dropped his hands.
    She exhaled and stepped toward the kitchen. “You can have a seat. I'm pretty sure the remote is somewhere in the couch cushions.”
    When alone in the kitchen, she leaned against the counter. Her head didn't feel like it was attached to her neck as the world spun a little. His cock pressed into her had done that. She scrubbed a hand over her mouth and tried to remember what she was doing—hell, her name. Didn't take her long to fill two glasses with ice, soda and a splash of whiskey.
    He took the offering without comment as he flipped through the channels. No surprise, he stopped on ESPN. But that would work to her benefit. She had to get out of her socks and shoes. Not another movement until she was freed.
    Well, first she finished her drink to brace herself for the pain then she undid the laces and struggled out of the socks. Her feet look wrinkled, and lines from the fabric had etched themselves into her skin. After a quick inspection, no blisters would form.
    She straightened and realized Blaine had watched her, probably the entire time, which meant he'd heard her relieved groan.
    “What?” she asked, with all the attitude she could scrounge up as her face flushed.
    “Give me your feet.”
    She expected a joke, but his expression was serious. “What? Why?”
    “I'm not going to put your arches into my crotch and have my way with them, if that's your worry.”
    A laugh burst out. The thought hadn't occurred to her. “I will keep an eye on my socks to make sure they don't disappear into your pockets.”
    It wasn't a full smile, but a dimple peeked out. God, he was too handsome, and in her house. They had a moment's worth of a connection and she'd lost her mind. But her feet ached and there was no point in lying to herself—she wanted him to touch her.
    No. She simply wanted to be touched again. She'd been so focused on rebuilding her life the past few months, she hadn't let anything else sink in. Sleepless nights weren't filled with counting sheep but to-do lists to achieve her goal of moving on. Really this time, she'd move the hell on.
    Alyssa pointed her finger at him to emphasize her next words. “One dry hump and you're out of the door.” She placed her feet across his lap.
    He chuckled. “Promise I will keep all foot-gyrating to myself.” He glanced down and closed his hand on the top of her foot.
    Her breath hitched. He gentled the touch and turned his focus back to the TV. She had no idea what they were talking about on the sports channel. That was okay. He was gliding his fingers down her arch and finding magical spots of pleasure.
    “You okay?” he asked and she could hear the laughter in his voice.
    “Fine. Fine.” Can I have your babies? “A little to the left...” All your babies? “Thanks. That...feels nice.”
    She bit her lip and tried not to moan. Didn't work and his hand stilled. A second later, he turned down the TV and went back to work. His fingertips pressed into her heel and dragged up until he was tugging gently on her toes. Without the voices on the TV to drown out her heavy sighs, the simple foot rub sounded so damn erotic.
    Alyssa knew the way her clit swelled, the sudden dampness in her panties were all a natural response—he was touching her in an arousing, comforting way. Didn't stop her cheeks from heating or avoiding his gaze every time he glanced at her after a sigh. But the massage felt so good as he switched to the other foot and worked his magic. How could she tell him to stop?
    “Where'd you learn to do this?” Her voice was barely a husky whisper.
    “It's in the manual.” Another quirk of his lips.
    “Manual?”
    “Every boy gets one at sixteen. It's a step-by-step plan of seduction. You know you've succeeded if your hand is under her shirt.”
    He pressed his knuckle into a spot that made her bite the inside of her lip. Her gaze flicked to his and the smile was gone as he watched her face.