spoon. I watched, too, as his tongue came out to lick
away the drops of ice cream that had dripped onto his
hand. Caught up in my lustful fantasy of what he could do
to me with that tongue, I dropped my spoon.
Both of us looked to where it had clattered to the floor. I
didn't move. Eric looked at the spoon on the floor, then up
at me. And then slowly, carefuly, he slid from his chair to
his knees in front of me. The spoon clicked on the tile
when he reached for it, and I saw his hand was shaking,
just barely.
just barely.
He looked up at me. 'Let me get that for you.'
This was the second time since we'd met he'd been at my
feet. This time he was there because I'd put him there,
though he didn't know it was me. My heart leaped, the
thudding almost painful under my ribs. My breath lodged in
my throat, and though a thousand words swirled around in
my brain, not one of them would come out of my mouth.
When the heat of his hands cuffed my ankles, I drew in
another breath on top of the one I hadn't yet released. I'd
changed into a summer-weight black skirt, the cut loose
and fabric soft on my bare legs. It hung just past my knees,
but sitting had puled the cloth tighter and higher on my
thighs. The pressure of Eric's breath shouldn't have been
strong enough to move the fabric of my skirt, but I felt it
move on my shins as he exhaled.
He didn't look at me as he slid his long fingers slowly up
my calves. They reached the soft skin behind my knees
and I let out another slow sigh. When he reached the hem
of my skirt I thought he'd stop, but Eric, head stil bent, his
eyes on only he knew what, pushed the material up and
over my knees. He leaned forward to press his cheek to
the inside of my knee. I froze. Our breathing sounded very
the inside of my knee. I froze. Our breathing sounded very
loud in the silence.
When I didn't move or protest, Eric gave his head a half
turn. His breath blew hot on my skin. I tensed, my hands
clutching the arms of the chair, but my knees opened for
him and my head tipped back just a little.
He kissed the inside of my knee with parted lips, and the
brief wet press of his tongue teased my flesh. I looked
down at his thick dark hair and wanted to sink my fingers
into it. Instead, I clutched the chair arms tighter as Eric
nuzzled higher onto my thigh.
He would be able to smel my arousal, I knew it, could feel
my panties getting damp. His mouth moved higher as his
hands moved up over my knees and rested there. My next
breath turned to syrup in my lungs and gave me no air.
I could see his eyes, closed, the dark lashes so long they
