This is bad. Like, really bad.
He nuzzles into the crook of my neck. “That was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
“We should probably go to our beds,” I say, slightly panicked by this intimacy and the way I love being this close to him.
What would it be like if this were my life?
“Nah, I’m good where I am. You’re like my real-life teddy bear.”
“Um… not a compliment.” I roll onto my back so at least I’m not feeling his morning wood pressed to my ass.
A low chuckle leaves him. “Sorry, it happens.”
But even with me moving, he only scoots closer, his hand tucking under my ribcage and pulling me closer to him. His mouth finds my neck, and I tip my head to the side without even thinking about it, giving him better access.
A low sound leaves him, as though he’s relieved I’m offering more skin. Foster slides his hand along my waist, his palm warm through my shirt, and holds me close, but does nothing else.
My body is like fifty live wires, and I’m aware of every single place we’re touching.
His kisses are slow, but after a few minutes, they’re delivered with more intent.
“Tell me what my lesson is,” he whispers.
“Have you ever just made out with a woman before?”
“You’d be my first,” he murmurs against my neck, and my back arches.
My eyes slip open, and he lifts his head, his gaze on me. Making out might quickly end up with us having sex.
“How about you learn about erogenous zones?”
He’s found my neck and just under my ear, and I’m already half panting. I’m not sure what shape I’ll be in after I show him the rest.
“I’m an eager student.” He props himself up on his elbow. “Point to one.”
“First, I’ll let you choose. Front or backside first?”
He hums, and I swear I grow wet just from that noise. “Backside.”
I roll onto my stomach. The couch is squishy enough that it’s not pushing up or digging into my tummy. It remains the best couch ever.
“You’re going to undress me as you explore my body.”
“Sounds amazing.” His large hand cups my hip. “Point me in the right direction.”
I tap the back of my neck, sliding my hair to one side.
“Hey, that’s my job.” He tugs away my hand. “Don’t make me tie you up.”
“Oh, we’ll get there.”
His deep chuckle rings out behind me. “I hope so.”
His fingers slide into my hair, so it falls off one shoulder, and although I know he’s going to do it, when he presses a soft kiss to the back of my neck, shivers race up my spine. The kiss lingers. He’s taking his time, kissing only an inch over.
“This good?” His voice is low and rough as he continues placing feather-light kisses, each one warmer and softer than the last.
My breath catches, and my eyes drift closed. “Perfect. Move to the sides now and use your hands to skim your fingers or knuckles along my skin.”
