“Before hearing your name again. Before I looked offstage and saw you. Before I touched you, kissed you, breathed you. Before now, when I can finally admit to both of us what a fucking liar I’ve been every second since I lost you. The truth is, I’ve been wrecked over you all along.”

He kisses me again, swiping the fresh tears away with a sweep of his thumbs.

“Christ, I missed you,” he mumbles against my mouth. “I knew something was missing. It was you. It was always you.”

Then his tongue’s dominating mine, and I slide up his shirt. He rips it over his head and crushes his lips back to mine long enough to grasp the bottom of my top. He breaks away while he pulls it off.

His hungry gaze rakes over me. He grips my sides, brushing the pads of his thumbs over my peaked nipples, and my eyelids flutter closed.

Foster’s mouth drags up the column of my neck, and his teeth graze my earlobe. “Say no, and we⁠—”

“Yes.” I tangle my fingers in the back of his hair. “The answer’s yes to everything. Yes, yes, yes,” I hiss the last one as he pinches both nipples.

“That’s a dangerous game, baby.” He skims his lips over my skin until they ghost mine, palms sliding to my waist. His pupils have blown wide, the sea of black inside the blue. “I just might ask for everything.”

I think the answer would be yes anyway.

My breaths shallow as he walks me backward through the room until the cool wall beside the glass balcony door presses to my bare back. He squeezes my ass as he grinds into me, then he’s kissing over my jaw and working his way down.

When he trails across my breasts and sucks my nipple between his lips, a whimper escapes me. He switches to the other, using his teeth, while pushing my sweatpants off my hips. He lowers with them to his knees, and his hands already glide up the fronts of my thighs to my panties. Eyes on me, he drags the flat of his tongue over the fabric. Slow and hot.

Cursing, I thread my fingers through his hair. The tips on the other squeak over the glass beside me as his hot breath continues to tease through the material. His thumbs slip under the edge, and he guides them down my legs.

I barely step out of them before his arm hooks under my thigh, draping it over his shoulder.

“Fucking finally.”

He licks through my wet pussy to my clit and latches on. He sucks hard, causing me to moan. I drop my head against the wall, both hands tight in his hair.

“Foster,” I breathe out.

He groans and shifts me higher. It pushes me onto my toes, spreading me wider for him. He rolls his thumb over my clit as he thrusts his tongue inside me.