He ran his hand down my back, feeling everything. His hands moved down, over my hips, past where I was hot and throbbing. They moved down over my legs and my calves. His touch was a caress, but it was a possessive touch. As though he was examining a piece of property that he’d just bought. I supposed that was kind of true. He’d bought me with a few kind words and a decision.
No. There was something else about him. Something that I couldn’t see now, but I knew was there. It was the way he’d looked at me in the art gallery. Underneath the Kage painting.
“When I first saw you, Chloe, do you know what I saw?” I shook my head.
“I saw your feet. Barefoot. Vulnerable.”
His hands moved now to the bare soles of my feet. I twitched as he cupped my foot in his hand, his thumb caressing the arch t
