Page 59 of Knot what I want for Christmas
He frowns and then he’s busy boiling a kettle and soon I have a steaming hot mug of tea in my hands and he’s maneuvering me into an armchair in front of the fire and encouraging me to drink the tea down.
Usually, I hate feeling cold – it’s not a sensation I’m used to having lived all my life in Rockview – but I’m more than happy to sit sipping my hot tea as I watch Tucker strip off his wet clothes, go around tidying away the equipment he’d taken out with them, checking the electrics, feeding the fire, and asking me frequently if I’m feeling warm yet.
“Almost,” I say. “It’s just my toes now.”
I wiggle them in my thick socks.
“You’ve got cold feet?” Tucker says.
“You have no idea. I always have cold feet.”
“Well, that’s no good. It’s the most miserable thing in the world, having cold feet.”
“I know.”
He drops to his knees before me, and then he’s rolling down my right sock.
“What are you doing?” I say. “They’re gonna get even colder.”
“No, they’re not.”
He takes my first foot in his warm hands and rubs them.
“Oh,” I moan. “That feels really good.”
“Exactly.”
He yanks off my other sock and warms that foot too.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say with a big smile.
He meets that smile with an even bigger one of his own. “How about your legs, sweetheart? Are they cold too?”
“A little,” I say, sensing where this may be leading and more than happy to play along.
He shakes his head. “That just won’t do.”
He runs those big hands of his, warm and slightly calloused, up my calves, massaging them as he does. It’s not exactly the most erotic action and yet his touch feels electric against my skin.
When his hands reach my knees, he glances up at me.
“How about the rest of you, sugar?”
“Definitely cold.”
“Want me to warm up all of you?”
I bite down on my lip and nod. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.
“If you change your mind–” he begins.
“I’ll be sure to tell you, Cowboy.”
He chuckles and then he’s gliding his hands up the top of my thighs. I bite down harder on my lip when he reaches my hips and slides his hands down the inside of my thighs. I’m incredibly sensitive there and it’s enough to make me shiver.
“There’s one way I know of that will definitely get those cheeks of yours glowing,” he says with a smirk as he strokes back up the inside of my thighs, reaching my panties.
