to feel sorry for herself anymore. She just needed to figure out how to handle the situation without losing the magnificent life she’d built in Sarasota.
“Would a foot rub help?” Dario asked, his rakish grin making it impossible to refuse his request.
“Can’t hurt,” she said, turning around and putting her feet on his lap.
Dario took her feet between his hands and gently pressed his thumbs into her arches, moving his fingers in small, very controlled, circular motions.
Stella felt the dizzying effect of his touch not just in her feet. Tiny surges of pleasure fired through her legs, heated her lower abdomen and stomach and then ripped through her upper torso. Her body ached with desire.
Despite her arousal, the more he caressed every inch of her feet, the more she finally began to let go and relax. She never had been able to understand how his touch could both soothe her and excite her at the same time.
“If you’re feet are any indication, the rest of you must be a mess. They’re a bundle of knots,” he said, intensifying the pressure from his hands till Stella thought she’d have to jerk her feet out of his reach.
“Definitely matches the rest of me,” she said, groaning as he worked out one particularly sore spot.
“Well then, you’re a lucky lady.”
“I am?”
“Yes, you are. I happen to be well-schooled in reflexology, so we can get to the roots of your condition.”
“A prince with a foot fetish?” Stella asked and giggled.
“Very funny. But you know how long I’ve been carrying around that glass slipper looking for the perfect fit,” he said and laughed. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s feet.”
Stella laughed out loud, but then gasped and jerked away when he landed on a spot that shot straight to her core.
“Sorry if that hurt, baby. Pain there means you’ve got something troubling you in your heart,” Dario said, looking at her with empathy that only the two of them would know the root of.
She moved her focus from his all-knowing eyes to the fireplace, letting the warm glow and heat help her get a grip on what he’d just said.
“I know we’ve been apart for what feels like forever, but I’m hoping to make that up to you,” Dario said, easing back from the strong-handed approach he’d taken with her feet, applying nothing but soft caresses on her cheeks. “I’ve never stopped loving you, and I never will.”
“Same here,” Stella said, wishing this moment would last forever. “Our luck though, we’ll turn into pumpkins at midnight.”
She met his smile with one of her own. Neither one of them spoke another word, choosing to let the comfort of their admissions speak for themselves.
With their lips only inches apart, it didn’t take long to join them. Stella wasn’t sure which one of them leaned into the other first. But it didn’t matter. Home for her had always been when she was wrapped in his arms, sharing a kiss.
What Dario’s lips and tongue took from her, she willingly gave back. She wanted so much more from him, but instead drank in every sweet bit she could take for now.
She collapsed back against the gigantic pillows behind her, Dario coming down softly on top of her. How being with him now could be any sweeter than it had been at eighteen was a mystery. But it was. She’d been so foolish to have ever believed she’d find this kind of magic with another man.
Before she could stop them, tears slid down her cheeks, their salty taste reaching her tongue.
“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. It’s okay,” Dario said, breaking their kiss and tucking her head into the hollow of his neck.
“I’m sorry. I’m just really happy,” she said, doing her best to stop the deluge by wiping her eyes and focusing on the spicy exotic scent and warmth of his skin.
“So happy that you’re crying?” He asked, his tone the tender tease that she’d always taken refuge in.
She playfully brought her fist against his rock hard chest.
“You know what I
“Would a foot rub help?” Dario asked, his rakish grin making it impossible to refuse his request.
“Can’t hurt,” she said, turning around and putting her feet on his lap.
Dario took her feet between his hands and gently pressed his thumbs into her arches, moving his fingers in small, very controlled, circular motions.
Stella felt the dizzying effect of his touch not just in her feet. Tiny surges of pleasure fired through her legs, heated her lower abdomen and stomach and then ripped through her upper torso. Her body ached with desire.
Despite her arousal, the more he caressed every inch of her feet, the more she finally began to let go and relax. She never had been able to understand how his touch could both soothe her and excite her at the same time.
“If you’re feet are any indication, the rest of you must be a mess. They’re a bundle of knots,” he said, intensifying the pressure from his hands till Stella thought she’d have to jerk her feet out of his reach.
“Definitely matches the rest of me,” she said, groaning as he worked out one particularly sore spot.
“Well then, you’re a lucky lady.”
“I am?”
“Yes, you are. I happen to be well-schooled in reflexology, so we can get to the roots of your condition.”
“A prince with a foot fetish?” Stella asked and giggled.
“Very funny. But you know how long I’ve been carrying around that glass slipper looking for the perfect fit,” he said and laughed. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s feet.”
Stella laughed out loud, but then gasped and jerked away when he landed on a spot that shot straight to her core.
“Sorry if that hurt, baby. Pain there means you’ve got something troubling you in your heart,” Dario said, looking at her with empathy that only the two of them would know the root of.
She moved her focus from his all-knowing eyes to the fireplace, letting the warm glow and heat help her get a grip on what he’d just said.
“I know we’ve been apart for what feels like forever, but I’m hoping to make that up to you,” Dario said, easing back from the strong-handed approach he’d taken with her feet, applying nothing but soft caresses on her cheeks. “I’ve never stopped loving you, and I never will.”
“Same here,” Stella said, wishing this moment would last forever. “Our luck though, we’ll turn into pumpkins at midnight.”
She met his smile with one of her own. Neither one of them spoke another word, choosing to let the comfort of their admissions speak for themselves.
With their lips only inches apart, it didn’t take long to join them. Stella wasn’t sure which one of them leaned into the other first. But it didn’t matter. Home for her had always been when she was wrapped in his arms, sharing a kiss.
What Dario’s lips and tongue took from her, she willingly gave back. She wanted so much more from him, but instead drank in every sweet bit she could take for now.
She collapsed back against the gigantic pillows behind her, Dario coming down softly on top of her. How being with him now could be any sweeter than it had been at eighteen was a mystery. But it was. She’d been so foolish to have ever believed she’d find this kind of magic with another man.
Before she could stop them, tears slid down her cheeks, their salty taste reaching her tongue.
“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. It’s okay,” Dario said, breaking their kiss and tucking her head into the hollow of his neck.
“I’m sorry. I’m just really happy,” she said, doing her best to stop the deluge by wiping her eyes and focusing on the spicy exotic scent and warmth of his skin.
“So happy that you’re crying?” He asked, his tone the tender tease that she’d always taken refuge in.
She playfully brought her fist against his rock hard chest.
“You know what I
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