28
Trevor
I kick open Claire’s bedroom door, and Milo tries to dart inside, but I’m not having that. I lift my foot, blocking her entry while I balance Claire in my arms as we squeeze through the door.
Milo whimpers, and Claire juts out her bottom lip. “Awww…poor baby.”
“Give me five minutes, and you won’t even remember she exists.”
Claire looks up at me with heavy eyes as I lower her to the bed, and when I pick up her foot, she closes them. She looks so incredibly sexy with her wild red hair fanned out on the pillow.
I push my thumb to the ball of her foot, massaging in an up and outward motion. “Open your eyes, Red. We’ve waited too long for this, and I want you here with me.” Lowering my head, I kiss the inside of her ankle, and Claire’s eyes pop open.
“There she is.” I smile. Claire does not. “What’s wrong? If you’ve changed your mind or you’re not ready for this, just say the word.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “It’s not that at all.”
“Then what is it?”
“I hate my feet…and you’re touching them.”
I laugh. “I’m kissing my way up your leg, and you’re thinking about how much you hate your feet?”
“Don’t laugh. It’s one of my many insecurities. I have a freakishly long second toe, and right now it’s all up in your face.”
I keep my eyes on hers, loving how expressive they are. “I read in an article that said having a long second toe is normal.”
“You did not. You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“Did too. I’ll find the article and forward it to you.” I lower her foot to the bed and pick up the other one.
A smile threatens the corner of her mouth, but she holds it back. “Why are you doing that?”
“Doing what? Giving you a massage, or trying to convince you that your feet aren’t gross?”
“Both.” She shrugs. “You could just devour me. I don’t need all the extra stuff.”
There are a hundred different answers I could give her, but I decide to go with the truth, because that’s what a girl like Claire deserves.
“Maybe I want all the extra stuff. Maybe I want to take it slow because all I’ve thought about today is touching you. I’ve thought about this moment for years, and I want to do it right. I want to worship every inch of your body. As for your toes, nothing about you is gross—far from it. In fact, I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about you—including your freakishly long second toe.”
She narrows her eyes. “You don’t have a weird foot fetish, do you?”
I smile. “Not at all. I’ve never touched a woman’s foot until yours tonight.”
“Really?”
I nod, moving my hands up her calf. “There are a lot of things I’ve never done with a woman that I find myself wanting to do with you.”
“Like what?”
“Different conversation for a different day, sweetheart, because right now all I can concentrate on is kissing every inch of this creamy skin.”
I trail my lips up her calf, and when I make it to the soft spot behind her knee, Claire shudders.
“I have lots and lots of skin.”
“Then I better get started.”