Page 101 of The Foul Out

Inside my bedroom, he set me on my feet and locked the door behind us. “God, I missed you,” he said, and then dropped his lips to mine.

I was so distracted by the fact that he was here that I forgot I had an entire plan for when he returned. He peppered kissed down my neck as his hand slipped under my tank top.

“Kyle, wait.”

“Hmm?” he mumbled against my skin, the vibration sending shivers through me.

“Kyle?”

He pulled back, his brow crinkling with concern.

“Can you get the whipped cream from the fridge?”

His lips pulled up in a smirk that flipped my stomach. “Whipped cream. My girl’s feeling kinky tonight?”

“Maybe.” Coyly, I ran a finger down his chest and over his abs. He grabbed my arm just as I reached the button of his jeans. He lifted it, bringing my wrist to his mouth. He nipped once before pressing a soft kiss against my skin.

“I’ll be quick,” he promised.

As soon as he slipped out the door. I rushed to the dresser and pulled out the black lingerie I’d bought. I had just slipped the second strap over my shoulder when the bedroom door opened.

“Fuck.” He groaned, immediately adjusting himself in his jeans.

“You like it?” I asked as his eyes ate up every inch of the mesh and lace covering me. The way he responded to me gave me a confidence I didn’t know I could have.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He shook the can in his hand and popped the white cap off.

“Not so fast. That is for me.” I grinned as I took the can from him.

“Ooh, feisty tonight.” He rocked back on his heels. “You going to be the one issuing commands?”

“Yes.” For about five minutes before Kyle’s naturally assertive personality took over, I was sure. “Take your shirt off.”

Grinning, he swiped it over his head. At the sight of him, my breath hitched. It never got old. For a moment, I just drank him in, tracking over every swell and dip of muscle on his chest. My teeth pressed into my bottom lip as his pecs tightened.

Show off.

I glanced up to find him full-on glowing.

“Love that I turn you on, Crabby.”

“Who said I was turned on?” I teased.

He snaked a hand out, catching the hem of my one piece. “Should I check?” His finger barely slipped underneath, but it was enough to make me shudder. His eyes flashed wickedly. “You were saying?”

I never would have believed that cockiness could be so adorable.

“I was saying that I’m in charge.”

As I shook the can, he zeroed in on it, and his eyes went wide when I pressed the white top and a dollop of white cream burst out, painting his pec. A breath hissed from between his teeth.

Heart racing, I leaned forward to lightly lick it off his chest, being sure to let my teeth graze his nipple.

Before I could even swallow, he’d locked a hand around my throat, making a thrill shoot down my spine. He forced my mouth to his and thrust his tongue between my lips, licking the whipped cream from mine.

“My two favorite flavors,” he growled as he backed me toward my bed.

Before he could lay me down, I spun. “I’m in charge, remember?”

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