Page 100 of The ABCs of You & Me

“Feel how hard I am for you, sunshine? You’ve had me in this state every day since you walked back into my life.”

I can tell she’s close by the way she’s breathing so I speed up my fingers while sucking at the space where her neck meets her shoulder, keeping my eyes on our reflection. She’s fighting it, I can tell. I can feel it.

“Let go,” I command, and she does. I have to wrap my arm around her waist to keep her upright as the orgasm hits. “Atta girl,” I murmur against her skin.

Sophie’s gaze lands on mine in the mirror and I can’t hold back the smirk that crosses my lips as I bring my fingers to her lips. She opens without hesitation, sucking them into her greedy mouth. Her eyes remain locked on mine the entire time and I have to work very hard not to come again.

She spins in my arms and before I know it she’s backing me up toward the bed.

“No more teasing, Foster,” she says as my ass hits the bed and she immediately straddles me. “I’m on the pill, but I need you to wear a condom.” She swallows. “Not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I can’t… I can’t go through it again.” She doesn’t need to clarify what she means.

“Of course, Soph, whatever you want.” And I mean that.

“Where?”

“Third drawer on the left,” I say, nodding toward the bathroom. “Wait, let me, I want to, uh”—I gesture at my crotch—“tidy up a bit.”

She looks down, pulling her lip between her lips shyly. “I’m sorry.” The words say one thing while the tone says something totally different.

“Sure you are, sunshine.” I stand and do my best to walk at a normal speed to the bathroom.

When I walk back into the bedroom, Sophie is on her back with her arm resting on her stomach, her right knee bent and crossed over her left leg, totally naked. She’s the picture of relaxation as she watches me with a contented smile on her face. It’s having the opposite effect on me. I feel like someone shot me up with adrenaline.

“Goddamn.”

FORTY-FOUR

SOPHIE

As Foster saunters toward me, butterflies travel through my bloodstream, tiny flutters of anticipation. He’s got a towel around his waist, but he may as well have nothing on as it doesn’t hide his arousal. And those tattoos are so much better than I ever expected. He’s all sharp lines and divots in all the right places. He looks airbrushed, for fuck’s sake.

“I’m not going to lie, I’m a tad disappointed I didn’t get to take that dress off you,” he says, crawling onto the bed. “I’d been imagining it since you took your coat off at the gala.” He dips and kisses me, my entire upper body arching off the bed to meet him.

“I can put it back on if you want? Then you can peel it off of me.”

He looks down at my body, his eyes traveling slowly over my skin and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t want you to cover this masterpiece up.”

“What if it’s your only chance to take it off me?” I challenge and bite back the laugh that threatens when a look of panic appears. “Relax.” I slide my hand over his chest, studying the scene fromLord of the Ringspermanently inked there. “I only mean that it may be ruined now. I definitely heard a rip. But if I’m being honest, I’ve never wanted to ruin a piece of clothing so badly.”

His muscles seem to flex involuntarily under my touch. “Me either, if you wanna know the truth,” he chuckles.

“I want to see you,” I say as my hand traces along the top of the towel.

He wastes no time reaching down, pulling the fabric away, tossing it on the floor and then lying back so I can get a good look at him.

“Now when your friends ask, you can confirm that I am indeed a ginger everywhere,” he jokes.

I love the fact he’s making me laugh while we’re both naked for the first time together. He’s still so, I don’t know, Foster.

I have never been one who likes giving head all that much, but I’m starting to realize that a lot of what I think I don’t like is because of the person I was with rather than a personal preference. I’m curious now, so without a word I roll onto him and begin to kiss down his body. I take in the way his breathing changes and his body flexes. The way he touches me so softly I’m not sure if I’m imagining it.

“You don’t have—” The words die as I wrap my lips around him. “Oh god, just like that.” He keens, and I smile knowing that I’m the one making him react this way.

He doesn’t let me spend too much time on him before he’s hauling me up his body, flipping me onto my back and kissing me until I’m convinced I don’t require air to survive. I just need this.

“Need,” he pants, “to be”—his lips return to mine, stealing more breath—“inside you.” And I nod because yes, I need that too. Everything with Foster, things that I thought were wants have morphed into needs.

I’ve never been so turned on by the sound of a condom wrapper before, but when I hear him fumbling with it all I want to do is pull him back to me, protection be damned.

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