Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I caught an Uber to the game knowing Foster would have his truck. He leads me out of the family lounge, through the basement floor of the arena to the players’ parking garage. He opens the door and I climb up into his truck.
On the drive to his house, he holds my hand the entire way, his elbow resting on the center console, his left hand on the wheel. Occasionally, his thumb glides over my knuckles as we chat… an affectionate gesture that stirs the butterflies in my belly. I’ve observed him enough with Bowie Jane to know that tenderness and touch are important to him as expressions of care.
The butterflies go a little crazy when we get home. My heart thuds as we walk into the kitchen and nerves make me start to second-guess. I put my purse on the island and hear Foster’s heavy gear bag hit the tiled floor.
I turn to chastise him, a stern look on my face and the words on the tip of my tongue to tell him to pick it up. I know it will earn me a grin and an eye roll, a gesture he’s picked up from me, but my words don’t come out because his mouth is on mine.
Hands diving into my hair, he holds me captive as our tongues tangle and there’s no holding back the groan of pleasure warbling out of my throat.
Foster lifts his head just enough to look me in the eye. “Want the wine or want me to continue kissing you?”
My head swims with a million things I want, but wine isn’t one of them. “No wine.”
That’s all he needs before he’s kissing me again. I raise my hands and cradle his face in my palms, feeling the prick of stubble before I run my fingers through his thick, tousled hair. As our bodies inch closer, our lips meet in a sizzling tangle, igniting a frenzy between us. Our tongues dance, exploring every crevice, battling for control. The heat between us radiates and I feel like I might go up in flames just from this shattering kiss.
Finally.
This is happening.
Foster’s fingers dig into my skin, possibly leaving bruises in their wake, which I’m totally okay with. I don’t mind things being rough and as he lifts me up with a force that almost takes my breath away, I eagerly wrap my legs around his waist. I feel his hardness press against my center and I’m overwhelmed by the speed at which he responds to me. My body reacts of its own accord and I grind against him.
A feral sound rumbles in Foster’s chest as he walks me right into the kitchen wall. My entire body trembles from the opposing sensations—the coolness of the wall at my back and the heat of his mouth on mine, the softness of his hair slipping through my fingers and the hard length of his erection grinding against me.
Foster pulls his mouth from mine, his eyes locking on me with an intensity that makes me squirm. “You sure about this?”
I roll my eyes at him. “Why are you even asking?”
Foster isn’t charmed by my flippancy. “I’m serious, Mazzy. Everything changes after this.”
That humbles me a bit because this isn’t just some quick tumble to get off. It’s the start of something big. “I know. And I’m sure. Are you?”
“Yeah… I’m sure.” Foster rests his forehead against mine for a moment. “I want you so much it’s driving me crazy. I just want to make sure you feel the same. We’ve been so worried about Bowie Jane that I want to make sure we’re both on the same page.”
His words—the vulnerability within them—touches me. I lean my head back, forcing his gaze up. “I’m in this with you. I want you not just physically but… well, I want to see where this goes. This isn’t casual for me.”
“We’re on the same page then,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth to mine for a soft kiss.
Foster turns and carries me to his bedroom. As soon as my feet touch the plush carpet, his embrace tightens and our lips meet in a slow, fiery kiss. Our hands roam freely over each other’s bodies, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch.
With effortless grace, our clothes disappear as if they never existed, revealing every inch of skin that has been longing for this moment. Foster reaches into his wallet and produces a condom, placing it carefully on the bed as we continue to touch, caress and probe.
There’s urgency in our actions because the desire for each other has been building since our first kiss. Foster guides me down onto the plush mattress and joins me, our bodies now completely bare and intertwined. As he presses his heated skin against mine, I’m overcome with a shiver that spreads through my entire being. My legs instinctively part, the invitation clear in what I want.