Foster’s hips slow, and he sinks all the way in one more time. He stays there and grinds against my sensitive clit. My hips jerk in response, and he lowers my leg, only to grind again, causing me to shudder.

“Foster,” I sigh his name as he tortures me, tightening both legs around his waist.

“Mmm, Remi.”

I hear the smile.

After freeing my hands, he brings his head up. Our chests rise together, heart-stopping blue eyes stare down at me.

My fingers follow his sculpted jawline until he pulls them to his lips and kisses them.

“You remember all those bad ideas I used to have because of you?” He drags my knuckles back and forth.

I nod. “You had so many.”

“Yeah, well, this one is on you.”

I narrow my eyes. “What was that?”

“Fucking you without a condom.” Lowering my hand, he shifts, reminding me he’s still inside me. Still hard enough to draw a soft moan from me when he gently thrusts. “Because filling you with my cum just became an obsession.”

That should not sound as hot as it does.

Foster groans as he pulls out and then crashes onto his side next to me, bracing on a forearm. He traps a piece of my hair between his knuckles, slowly gliding down to the black ends. He studies them.

“I like this,” he says, low and soft.

The strands fall as he trails down. His knuckles drag over my chest and breast and graze my nipple. He skims to the other.

“I really like these.” He captures it and tugs. A whimper slips from between my lips, but he’s already drawing a line from my sternum to my navel. The light touch sweeps back and forth, dipping a little every time.

“Anything else you like?” My pulse picks up again while he teases lower still.

The palm flattens over my pelvis, spanning all the way across. “Yeah.”

His lips twitch, clear in his intent not to tell me.

When he looks up, I lick mine to shield a smile. His gaze moves from there, covering every inch of my face. Like he’s finally letting himself look at me. And I trace my fingertips over the back of his hand and run the others over his bicep, touching him because I finally can. I can catalog each tattoo and ridge of him. He can lean down and taste me with his tongue.

For the first time, Foster and I have all the parts at once. We’re truly together in the same place.

I’m living and breathing him after thinking I’d lost any chance. And there’s nothing left to take it away again.

31

FOSTER

I was wrong.

Not a first, but by far the worst.