"That it took me this long?" he asks, looking up at her, pillowing his cheek against her thigh as his hands continue their track, fingers rolling over her ankles like they're the best ankles he's ever seen. Mostly because they are. "Yeah. That part's hard to believe, even for how thick-headed I am."

A brief frown creases his face but then it's gone, stooping at her feet to kiss each toe -- her shoe for the ones hidden by the leather.