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marked you.”
    She stroked the marks she had left on one side of his ribcage.
    “I have enjoyed those marks far more than I have any other in the last decade. Would you like to try the seesaw now?”
    Tiff grinned. “I would rather take another spin on the merry-go-round.”
    “You will have to get up and get off me for that to happen.”
    “Fine. I want a nap. Or a cuddle. Whatever this is.”
    He wrapped his arms around her and settled in while the sun slowly marched toward noon.
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    A little bit of exploration brought a pond that they could bathe in. Tiff tidied up and got out of the water, picking up her dress and carrying it back toward the playground.
    She heard the rushing of feet and gasped as she was lifted high and carried back to the blanket. “You don’t have to carry me.”
    “But I can if I want to, right?”
    Tiff made a face. “Yes, you can if you want to. I don’t know why you would, though.”
    Davus grinned and set her carefully down. “Most of our instincts come from our animals. This is one that comes from the human bit. Sweeping a female off her feet so we can have our way with her is embedded in most men. We just rarely get a chance to use it.”
    She laughed. “Caveman instincts?”
    “Something like that.”
    He knelt beside her and sat back on his heels. “You don’t have freckles.”
    “You are observant.”
    Davus sighed, “I mean you are a redhead but you don’t have freckles. It isn’t usual.”
    “I am an unusual creature, as you have commented before.”
    His erection was thick and ready again, but he ignored it while he focused on learning her textures.
    Tiff lay still and watched him while he watched her. He trailed his fingertips over her from neck to knees, and then he surprised her by picking up her feet and putting them in his lap. She was shocked when he took each foot in a hand and began to massage them.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Oh, I got bored one summer and did a reflexology course. If you can relax and enjoy it, I can relieve your entire body of tension and even clear your nose if I do it right.”
    Tiff giggled and folded her hands over her belly. “Go nuts.”
    She was surprised that he was actually giving her an actual therapeutic massage. She grunted when he hit a painful spot and hissed when the pressure burned.
    “I should do this with oil between your skin and mine, but I am improvising.” He paused. “Oh, wait.”
    He leaned over and dug through the picnic basket. He pulled out a bottle with triumph. “Hooray, Teebie packed a bottle of extra virgin olive oil for the bread.” He quickly rubbed the oil between his hands and went to work on her feet again.
    She was content with the relaxation she was getting until his fingers slipped between her toes and an electric shock ran straight through her groin.
    She tried to jerk her foot out of his grip, but he was having none of that.
    “It seems I have found a fascinating spot.” He drew his fingers between her toes again, and she nearly came off the blanket.
    Tiff exhaled. “I have always wondered if women had an instant foreplay button. Now I know.”
    She shuddered as his fingers kept slipping and sliding between her toes. She twisted and squirmed as a new type of arousal ran through her. This was tension that didn’t seem to have an outlet. It warmed her up, but there was no way to release the coil of building sensation without additional intervention.
    “So, how is this making you feel?”
    She glared at him through narrow eyes. “Frustrated, wet, tense, horny. Shall I continue?”
    “Well, if you have the urge to talk dirty, that would be fun.” He eased her feet to each side of his thighs and slowly pulled her until she was seated on his thighs and he was supporting her back with two large, oily hands. His cock was under her and throbbing insistently but his nibbling at her neck was an equal distraction.
    Tiff looped her arms around his neck and she pulled herself