Page 80 of Guarding My Love

“I do,” she said. “Don’t worry about romance or soft and gentle actions.” She dipped her head down. “I find you being a little aggressive or rough is hot. It makes me feel like a woman. A real woman that turns a man on.”

“Oh,” he said, picking her up. “No doubt about that.”

He put her on the bed. Not soft, but didn’t drop her either. But he did grab her hands and hold them over her head as his mouth lowered to hers.

“Like this,” she whispered. “Does it make me a bad person that I like feeling helpless around you when we are together?”

Since he knew she was far from helpless, it didn’t make his heart hammer in his chest that he had to take care of her as much as it did fuel him to make her his.

“Not at all,” he said.

He held both of her hands in one of his, slid the other down her side to her waist and pulled her silky shirt out of her jeans. His fingers went inside and found her nipple hardened under her bra.

“Your touch always makes me feel alive,” she said.

Foster looked into her eyes to see the truth of the words. It was there for anyone to see along with maybe something else that was scaring him more than a little.

“I don’t think I started to live until you came into my life,” he said quietly, then kissed her again.

He didn’t want her to reply to those words. Something that might have come off as cheesy, but fueled from his heart.

When her hips started to press into his, he released her arms and pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor.

She started to tug his shirt out of his pants and together they were disrobing each other and reaching for naked bodies before they fell back on the bed. He’d put a condom on before they hit the mattress because he needed to sink right inside her instantly.

She parted her legs for him, but he pinned her arms above her head like before, then found her wet heat and sank in fast.

His mouth went to hers, their tongues moving as fast as their hips were lifting and falling.

Everything they did always seemed rushed, and though he would have liked to slow it down, he wanted to give her what she liked. What she said she wanted from him.

The hotel bed started to squeak and he tried to slow down, but she wanted no part of that and lifted her legs up to get him deeper.

Her arms started to move, but he wasn’t letting them go and she stopped the struggle to reach for him.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he said. “Tell me you’re going to come.”

“I am,” she said. “Hard. Just like you’re giving it to me.”

He was ramming into her and with each thrust she was letting out a groan every single time. Not in pain, but in the same amount of pleasure that he was feeling.

She started to tense under him, then her inner muscles took hold and wouldn’t let go as she was coming, pulsing and squeezing him hard.

He followed suit and collapsed on her, releasing her arms and trying to keep his weight off of her.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he said. “What I want to hear.”

He was looking in her eyes. She kept quiet for a minute, then said, “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t,” he said.

“Then I love you,” she said. “I think I have for a while.”

He smiled and she returned it. “I know,” he said.

“Then tell me what I want to hear,” she said. She was grinning like him.

But he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth.

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