Page 46 of Before Now

The hold on my jeans vanishes. Those same fingers start where her shirt tucks into her skirt. They ascend, button by button. My attention bounces between them and her teeth denting her bottom lip. Once she reaches the top, though, her other hand joins, and they gain my entire focus. She pops the third button while her thumb glides across her collarbone and dips beneath the fabric.

A fucking tease from when I couldn’t touch her. She’d do the same damn thing when I could only watch.

As she works her way down, someone screeches from elsewhere in the house. Neither of us cares. My porcelain cocoon has become ours, the rest of the world separate from us. We’re not even on the same timeline anymore.

Remi reaches the last button before her skirt. She doesn’t untuck the shirt, letting the front create a V on her hand’s slow drag back up. More and more smooth skin and then the swell of her breasts.

By the time the rest of the fabric falls open, her chest’s rising faster. Pouty lips part as she tries to regulate her breathing. I’m struggling myself, having her right here and not touching. My pulse thrums, but lingering resolve keeps my eyes on the screen.

She dances her fingertips over the skin above her red bra. Glimpses of it through her white shirt tormented me all night. Remi appears more than pleased to pick up the taunting.

“You still like red, Foster?” she asks, toying with the top edge.

Fuck, my dick can’t take her saying my name right now. It’s pressing into my zipper hard enough to border on painful.

“Mmm. I do, but…” I rub the bare skin beneath my thumb. “I’ll like it more if they match.”

I gently lift her knee until she takes over, spreading her thighs to expose the tiny scrap of red fabric at the apex. Locking onto the wet spot in the center, I groan and am officially beyond not touching.

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 hearingmyname 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 withRemisaying it. I’m losing my fucking mind over her—and not for the first time.

I yank down the other side of her bra, slipping under the back of her skirt to feel the soft skin beneath my palm at the same time. Switching to her other nipple, I tuck both cups under her breasts so I can let my thumb trail lower. Her hooded eyes follow it when I glance up, her lips parted and soft pants escaping. The sound fills the bathroom around us. The air pulsesmore.

Fabric coasts under my thumb once I hit the top of her skirt. I brush my lips up to her collarbone and squeeze her ass one more time before bringing my hand to wrap her rib cage to slow her movements. She stops, tracking the other’s progress as it glides up her thigh.

“What else are you going to show me?” I ask, voice rough.

Lust-drunk eyes pop up to mine. This close, I catch the darker green flecks. “What do you want to see?”

Pushing her skirt up all the way, I lean her back a little and drop my attention between us. I ghost my thumb up her slit through the drenched red fabric. She whimpers as I reach her clit, her hand tangling in my hair.

“I want to see something hot and wet.”

The sound of her breath cuts out the second I tuck my finger under the edge. I pull the material to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. Exactly what I wanted.

I groan. “You’re fucking soaked for me, Rem.”

With nothing between us, I swipe up the same path, and she sharply inhales, then she scoots back and braces a palm on my leg behind her to allow me more room.

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