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rubbed her toes.
    Feeling guilty as hell—but not really
sorry—for making her change clothes, and thus, footwear, Aidan
suddenly lowered to his knee in front of her. Although he had no
clue she was going to wear tennis shoes with that dress this
morning, since she always walked barefoot around the house, he knew
she always wore pumps with this dress.
    “ I’m sorry, Dionne,” he
said.
    She raised big, curious eyes, but then she
looked surprised when he took her foot and set it on his hard
thigh. She started a little when she felt the hard, toned muscles
beneath the sole of her foot. Frowning quizzically, she slowly
raised eyes to look at his bent, dark head, and then her curiosity
vanished when she was distracted by the color of his hair.
    She never noticed it before, perhaps because
he was six foot four these days and looking down on him was out of
her reach now, but she admired just how deep black his hair really
was. Of course it was blacker than usual because it was still damp,
but it really was the blackest hair she’d ever seen. She silently
admired how the lamp light made streaks of blue glimmer in his
locks every time he moved.  
    “ What a nice surprise,” she said with
a smile.
    He smiled up at her watching the golden
twinkle in her eyes. “It’s the least I could do.”
    She had no clue what he meant, but she let
it go. “Seriously, though, Aidan, shouldn’t you be getting dressed
instead of playing pedicurist for your sister?” She teased, making
him smile and his eyes go soft.
    His insides always turned to jelly
when he heard her laughter, saw her smile, and touched her, even
when he just thought about her. That was something that he’d been
doing on a regular basis for the past, oh, nine years . Only now, the thoughts had become
very sexual. Painfully so.  But when she bestowed her full attention on him,
smiling just for him, she floored him.
    Dionne made a tiny start, and blinked when
his fingers knew exactly where to touch and rub. She uttered a
rather sensual gasp, softly catching and holding her breath. Her
lids closed a moment as his fingers worked her small foot with
warm, truly skilled fingers.
    “ Aidan, you don’t-don’t-don’t have
to-to—Ooooh . . .” she ended with a luxurious purr when his fingers
found all the aching spots, kneading them away from her ankle down
over her instep, and to her slender toes void of any nail
polish.
    Everything about her, he thought with
pride, was purely au
naturel . 
    “ You sure?” he grinned, although his
eyes seemed darker, more intense.
    “ Hm-mm,” she hummed slowly.
    She leaned back and braced outstretched arms
behind her, hands curling around the edges of the bench. Her head
was tilted back and her eyes were closed in sublime ecstasy. He
liked that pose. It made her chest more pronounced, but now she
brought her head forward to look down at him through lowered lashes
with a languid, felinesque smile.
    “ Right,” he chuckled. “You don’t sound
all that convincing, Dionne.”
    “ Well, I don’t want . . . to . . .
im—” she gasped with extreme delight, “—pose.”
    Her gasp had the sound of a woman on the
verge of cumming, and it affected him profoundly. His cock was
harder than granite under the towel.
    “ Oh jeezus . . . Aidan. That feels . .
. good,” she cooed, then she let her head fall back as she pulled
her bottom lip between teeth. “Mmm . . .”
    His jaw turned to stone, and pearls of
perspiration formed on his forehead. Touching his sister’s soft,
warm skin, and hearing her moan and croon as if she were in the
throes of lust, was wreaking havoc with his insides.
    It wasn’t as if he had a lack of sexual
partners. Ask anyone. Aidan van Nuys was a very popular guy when it
came to girls, but he was so deeply affected now because the croons
and purrs came from the one he wanted most in the world.
    How was he supposed to tell the woman
he’s known all his life, who’d been more of a mother to him than
anything