The Devil of Downtown (Uptown Girls, #3)

by Joanna Shupe

They both held perfectly still, silent, as the boot hit the ground. Neither of them moved. It shouldn’t have felt so extraordinary—it was merely her foot, for heaven’s sake—and yet it did. The sheer silk stockings hid nothing and she could feel the heat pouring off him under her leg. She had the insane desire to slide her silk-covered toes all along the slope of his inner thigh. Then even higher . . . Oh, Lord. That shouldn’t sound so delicious. She closed her eyes in an effort to collect herself. Without warning, the backs of his knuckles brushed her instep. She sucked in a breath, her lids flying open, as tingles trailed in his wake. He froze, his hand in midair. “Have I hurt you?” “No.” She tried to sound casual but most likely failed. “I apologize.” He lifted her foot and placed it on the ground. “I got carried away. I shouldn’t have touched you.” Some wild urge prompted her to blurt, “I didn’t mind.” Don’t stop. Touch me. Lick me again. The thoughts came lightning fast as a flood of wanting crashed through her. He picked up her other foot and brought it to his knee. “You shouldn’t encourage a man like me.” “What do you mean, a man like you?” “A man who can be ruthless when he sees something he wants.” She couldn’t think of anything to say. Was he hinting that he wanted her? Or that he might want her? It was maddening. What man wouldn’t angle to have you at his mercy?