Chapter Eighty Three

He laughed softly. “Yes. Really.” He said. He touched her gently, but firmly. “If I caress you here, you feel it here.”

He brushed the nest of curls between her legs through the slick material of her gown while his other hand massaged her foot. Oh, man, he was right.

She tilted her pelvis upward, desperate for more intimacy, confused by her body’s reaction to his not-so-innocent massage.

“Yes. Oh…I felt it.” She said. 

“And do you feel this also, Tess?” he asked. 

She bowed completely off the bed as he touched her again. “I feel it. It’s…” Her voice trailed off into a gasp of pleasure. By the time he had given similar treatment to her other foot, she was incoherent with pleasure, having flopped back against the pillows, her body totally open to whatever he wanted to do to her.

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