Especially “I could murder a foot rub after today,” she said quickly, sliding past him and away from his disturbing touches. A foot rub was just that, a foot rub. He would have his hands on her, yes, but he wouldn’t be so close. Not leaned into her, so close she could feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of the shower gel he used.
After all, how bad could a foot rub be?
* * *
She’d said yes.
For a moment Eoin was stunned in place and then triumph rolled through him as he stepped back, giving her the space she obviously wanted. That didn’t bother him. Retreat and advance, retreat and work out the c****s in her armor. And with each advance, he gained a little more ground. This was the game, the essence of the seduction that was coded into his very genes… and it had never mattere
