The camera hasn’t even lowered when I surge forward and hook her around the waist. She gasps as I haul her across the tub. The camera lands by my leg, and she lands right where I fucking want her.

My body shifts enough she can straddle me while I tug her closer by her open shirt. I lick above her bra, right where she was touching, and then I suck hard. She whimpers, her hands on the sides of my neck but not stopping me even though she squirms. The movement rubs her pussy over my jeans and hard cock beneath.

“Oh, fuck.” Remi pushes her fingers into my hair. I owe the more-drunk version of me for losing the bandana.

I work my way up her chest and grab her ass in both hands, jerking her forward and flexing my hips. The friction sends her head back on a moan. My mouth moves over her throat, her pulse beating against my lips before I draw back.

A battle’s waging over what part of me gets what part of her. But it’s the first time I’ve touched her and seen her at the same time since the dim restroom in Prague. Fuck, do I want to see her while I touch her.

I look up and find her staring right back at me. She rips the mask off my eyes, dropping it behind her with the camera. We’re face-to-face in a way we haven’t been. So close her ragged breaths heat my skin, her tempting mouth an inch from mine. She doesn’t try to kiss me and saves me from a worse internal fight. We’ll leave the cocoon eventually. I need to keep something free of her for then.

Instead, she traces my jawline and down my neck while I rake my gaze over her. By now, her skirt’s bunched up on her thighs, her cheeks flushed but not as red as the skin I tortured, marking her. I pull the rest of her shirt loose and urge her hips to move over me.

“So fucking sexy,” I tell her, pushing the cup of her bra down on one side.

I draw her nipple into my mouth, soft with my tongue and then rough with my teeth. She pulls at my hair, and I thrust up harder.

“Foster,” she breathes.

At first I think it’s hearing my name that makes my cock throb. It’s been a long time since I was between a set of legs and heard anything other than Adams. Then she repeats it, needy and desperate, and it has everything to do with Remi saying it. I’m losing my fucking mind over her—and not for the first time.