Page 20 of The Love Proposal


Font Size:  

He grabs my other foot and starts to give it the same delicious treatment as its predecessor. “By the end of the week you’ll be a fan, I promise.”

He winks, and my stomach responds with a little flick because those eyes… they’re just so captivating.

I chuckle. “Oh, so only hipster boyfriends in my future?”

“I’m not a hipster,” he retorts.

“And I’m not posh,” I say with self-irony.

Archie smiles. “Fair enough.”

I stare into his ice-blue eyes, which are filled with mischief. “So, Mr. Hill, your turn to share. What’s the worst thing you ever did?”

His smile turns wicked. “Oh, baby, the night isn’t long enough for that list.”

“Don’t call me baby.”

“Okay,SummerKnowles, I won’t.”

“You haven’t answered my question… the worst thing you ever did?”

“Never said I’d answer questions.”

“So you take but you don’t give.”

“I give plenty, don’t worry.”

I feel the words like warm honey flowing low in my belly. Still, I ignore the innuendo and prod him further. “Give me one thing and make it serious, no jokes, no deflecting.”

His eyes smolder. “I’ve never been in love.”

With what my sister told me about his licentious habits I don’t find it hard to believe. “Have you ever given yourself enough time to fall in love?”

“Maybe not.”

“Do you regret it?”

“The way I see it, I’ve had it easy. No heartbreak, no unnecessary complications.”

“And don’t you ever long for a deeper connection, for something that doesn’t flare up and burn in a night?”

He shrugs. “I have my friends for that.”

I look away. “Maybe you’re right and it’s just a dog-eat-dog world out there; better not to get attached.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the fire while it lasts,” he says, his voice dropping an octave.

I turn to face him again. Our eyes lock. Hold. Then his movements on my foot shift, oh so slightly. I wouldn’t be able to explain how, but they become more suggestive, more sensual. As if every touch has a sexual double entendre. Electricity tingles up my leg—and it’s just as well I’m lying down because my knees turn to Jell-O. This is officially the dirtiest foot massage I’ve ever gotten. Makes me wonder if the man can deliver onallhis promises.

As if reading my mind, Archie lets go of my ankle and stands up, offering me a hand. “You’re ready to forget that name of yours.”

I swing my legs off the recliner, sitting with my back straight, and look up at him. I take his hand and let him pull me up and into the room… ready to make my next mistake.

6

ARCHIE

As I pull Summer into the room, I can’t help but notice how her eyes dart across the space as if looking for an escape route.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com