Teasing Temptation at a Baseball Game — Part 3

The night carried an electric charge as we left the wine bar, her hand in mine. The cool breeze kissed our skin, and the quiet hum of the city surrounded us. Her sandals dangled from her fingers, the sight of her bare feet brushing the ground drawing my focus once more.

“Do you always walk around like this?” I asked, gesturing to her shoes.

She grinned, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Only when it feels right. And tonight, it just does.”

We wandered toward a small park nearby, where the grass glistened faintly under the soft glow of streetlights. She led me to a secluded bench, setting her sandals aside and leaning back with a contented sigh.

“Do you ever stop teasing?” I asked, half-laughing.

Her toes flexed playfully, her feet extending toward me, the faintest hint of a dare in her gaze. “Would you want me to?”

The question lingered in the air, but my answer came in the form of action. Gently, I took her foot in my hands, marveling at its softness as my thumb traced slow circles along her arch. She leaned forward slightly, her lips curving in satisfaction as I brought her foot closer, savoring the delicate scent of lotion mingled with the faint saltiness of the evening air.

“I think you enjoy this more than you’re letting on,” she teased, her voice low and inviting.

“Maybe,” I admitted, brushing my lips along her toes, one by one, with deliberate care.

Her breath hitched, and her teasing expression softened. She reclined against the bench, letting the moment take over. I kissed her instep slowly, reverently, allowing the warmth of her skin to linger on my lips. The soft sigh that escaped her lips was enough to draw me deeper, pressing gentle kisses to the curve of her arch and along her heel.

“You really are something else,” she murmured, her voice tinged with wonder.

“And you make it impossible not to be,” I replied, kissing the ball of her foot and inhaling the intoxicating mix of her scent and her presence.

Her toes curled against my cheek, and she laughed softly, the sound like music in the quiet park. She brought her other foot forward, placing it lightly on my chest, her toes brushing along the fabric of my shirt.

“You’re good at this,” she said, her tone both playful and approving.

I smiled, capturing her gaze as I pressed a kiss to the tip of her big toe. “And you make it easy to be.”

The night stretched on as we stayed there, locked in a dance of teasing and tenderness, each moment more vivid and unforgettable than the last.