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Mac palmed his cheek, loving as his stubble grazed her fingertips. “You weren’t expecting this?”
Foster’s eyes rounded, and he exhaled a rough breath. “Sweetheart, in a million years I never could have anticipated finding myself in this position. Here, with you. So no, I never saw this coming. Never thought I’d ever fall…”
His voice drifted off, but the unspoken words hung between them.
She nodded, any doubts or reservations that this wasn’t forever in the making faded away, leaving only red-hot need in its wake. “I’ve been on birth control since I was seventeen, but I’ve never had sex without the guy wearing protection. Never really trusted anyone enough to take the chance. Or maybe I was just never that invested.”
Foster tensed, every muscle flexing. “Understood?—”
She slid her hand forward, cutting him off with a finger across his lips, again. Just like downstairs. “So, I guess it’s a good thing this isn’t just sex. That I trust you with more than my life, and that I’ve never been this invested.”
Foster froze, looking at her as if he wasn’t sure if he’d heard her correctly.
She smiled, levering up to plant a scorching kiss on his mouth. “So, in case it’s not blatantly obvious, I’ll say it again. Shut up and make love to me.”
He blinked, staring at her for what felt like forever before he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers. And she knew, everything had changed.
He started slow. A tentative rock of his hips that eased just the tip inside her. More like a promise than him staking a claim. She inhaled, falling back on the bed as she slid her hand behind his head, pulling him down until his mouth was only a breath away.
Foster grinned, then he was kissing her. Eating at her mouth as he thrust inside, stealing any breath she had left. He bottomed out, taking her to the brink in a single stroke. Whether it was his size, the unspoken words or all the ways he’d shown her he cared over the past few weeks, she wasn’t sure. But she knew that this one night would alter her to the core.
The bed creaked as he picked up the pace, matching his movements to the shaky beat of her heart. Rain pelted the window in the background, as the howling wind added the perfect amount of ambience.
She wasn’t sure how long they’d been entwined on the bed, her body strung tight as the inklings of what she knew would be a life-altering climax built low in her belly when Foster suddenly stopped, staring down at her as he shook his head.
He leaned in, nipping at her shoulder before staring her dead in the eyes. “You’re holding back.”
She blinked, her chest heaving, all that heat swirling beneath her skin. “I’m holding back?”
He raised an eyebrow as if daring her to lie to him.
She swallowed, staring at him as she pursed her lips. “If I give you that piece…” She wasn’t convinced she’d survive if he walked away.
He shifted his weight onto one elbow as he gently cupped her face. “I’ll keep it safe. And I’ll give you mine, in return.”
Mac inhaled. From the easy tilt of his head to how his mouth quirked at the corner it was obvious these weren’t just words.
She closed her eyes as any remaining walls crumbled around her, leaving her lying there, exposed. Raw. Her heart pounding so hard she fully expected it to burst out of her chest.
Foster nuzzled her neck, peppering kisses across her collar bone then up the side of her face. “Now, we can make love.”
Was she crying? Screaming his name? Having a stroke? Because it all hit her at once. Him starting up that punishing rhythm while claiming her mouth. How he lowered until every inch of their bodies was touching. The raspy way he whispered her name once he finally allowed her to breathe.
It pulled her under. Had her clinging to him as a lifeline. Her only tether keeping her from flying apart. And when he sucked at her pulse point, palming her ass as he tilted her hips and hit that sweet spot…
She broke. Died. All but burst into flames as the heat billowed out, taking her with it until she was floating in a blissful haze. Foster gave a few more jerking thrusts then he was emptying inside her, her name sounding around them like a benediction before he collapsed onto his elbows, bridging just enough weight that she could breathe.
She tugged him tighter, shaking her head when he mumbled something about crushing her and aggravating her ribs. She didn’t care about her ribs or if her lungs could expand. She needed him. Grounding her. Keeping her sane when the sheer immensity of her feelings threatened to ruin her.
Foster sighed, dropping a kiss on her forehead until she finally managed to open her eyes and look into his. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, smiling at what she realized were tears. “Now, that was epic.”
She laughed, though it came out wrong. Shaky. Borderline hysterical.
But he didn’t seem fazed, just claimed her mouth in a soul-searing kiss as he placed his forehead on hers, again. “Me, too. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up so you can actually sleep, then we’ll come back to bed, and I promise I’ll hold you all night.”
“Foster you don’t have to?—”
“Would you shut up and let me take care of you?”