Grayson slid the dark espresso leather boot onto Mailah's foot with the delicate care of a man handling fragile crystal.
His broad fingers smoothed the soft shearling lining against her ankle, his palm cupping her heel to ensure the fit was seamless. As his hand slid up her calf to adjust the tongue of the boot, the deep, natural heat of his incubus nature radiated through her denim, sending a pleasant warmth straight to her toes.
Mailah wiggled her toes inside the soft wool lining and let out an appreciative breath. "Okay. I hate to admit it, but these feel incredible."
Grayson didn't look up immediately. His long fingers deftly crisscrossed the heavy waxed laces, pulling them tight with practiced, mathematical precision.
"Of course they feel incredible," he said smoothly, his voice low and even. "I calculated your arch height and heel width three weeks ago while you were asleep."
Mailah paused, leaning forward on the leather bench. "You measured my feet while I was sleeping?"
