Page 73 of Body Shot

“I was passing by on my way home and thought I’d drop in and see if you were back. Did you get all pampered and polished?”

“Yes.” She smiles and steps back. “Come in. I just got home.”

I walk in, taking in her scent, something fresh and sexy that makes the guy downstairs stir.

“How was your skydiving?”

“Amazing. A total rush.” I sit on her red couch, crossing one ankle over the other knee. “What all did you have done?” I murmur, reaching out to smooth back a stray strand of her hair. “You look gorgeous.”

She lowers her gaze and her cheeks turn pink. “I do not look gorgeous. I had a facial and I’m all blotchy.”

“No, you’re not. Your skin is perfect.” I stroke my fingertips over one cheek. “So soft and smooth.”

She bites her lip briefly. “I also had a pedicure and a full body sugar scrub.”

“Ah.” I drop my gaze to her bare toes. “Sexy red toes to match your couch.”

She huffs a laugh. “Yes, though I didn’t plan that. I was going to get a pale pink and Carrie grabbed this one. It’s called Candy Apple.”

“Are your toes as sweet as candy?” I lift her feet, swinging her legs around and over my lap, eliciting a gasp from her. I lift one foot and study it. So pretty, with delicate tendons and veins. I lift her foot to my mouth and suck one toe in.

She nearly kicks me in the teeth, but I have fast reflexes.

“What are you doing?” she cries, supporting herself on both hands on the couch cushion, frowning at me.

I grin at her reaction. “Tasting your pretty toes.”

“That’s weird.”

“Not into that? No worries. I’m not a foot fetish guy. Just thought your toes looked really hot.”

“I’m sorry.” She sinks those teeth into her bottom lip again. “I didn’t mean to kick you.”

“I’m okay. But maybe you should loosen up, and not knock something till you try it.”

“Oh my God, I am so tired of hearing that!” She emits a frustrated growling noise. “I’m a researcher! OfcourseI try new things. We have to try new thingsall the time.”

“Uh, babe.” I eye her. “Someone else has been on your case?”

“Carrie. Not to mention the girls doing our pedicures.”

I lift an eyebrow.

She sighs. “Whatever. I’m not afraid of trying new things. Fine. You want to suck my toes? Go for it.”

“That mood has been kinda killed, baby.”

“I’m sorry.”

I stroke over her instep. “It’s okay. Didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“You freak me out every time I see you.”

“In a good way.”

She bursts out laughing and drops her chin to her chest. “Yes, Beck. In a good way.”

“So . . .” I run a hand up over her calf, then to her thigh. “You were buffed everywhere?”

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