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Foster pauses, his hands resting on the keys in the ignition. His green eyes are as stormy as his mood. “What?”
“You seem upset and I just want to know if it’s something I’ve done, or…”
His hands are in my hair, pulling my mouth to his in a deep, claiming kiss. When we pull apart, he rests his forehead against mine. “I don’t like crowds. I’m irritated with your brother for repeatedly charging us admission to the shitshow he calls a relationship. But mostly, I’m upset because so many men got to touch you tonight and I didn’t.”
My lips turn up in a smirk. “It was two men.”
“That’s two too many,” he growls. “Especially when all I’ve wanted to do is touch you. I should have been the one who got to kiss you on the hand and tell you how gorgeous you look. I should have been the one dancing with you.”
“I kept kicking him.”
“Not hard enough,” he grumbles.
I run my fingers through his hair, scraping my nails against his scalp the way he likes and he groans appreciatively.
“I’ve gotten pretty good at masking my feelings over the years, but I don’t want to have to do that with you. Hiding how I feel about you is hard,” he admits.
It is hard; like carrying a weight that grows heavier every day. Constantly worrying that I’ll reach for his hand when someone is looking or that our gazes will linger too long and it won’t go unnoticed.
Suddenly it all seems unfair that Foster and I are the ones going out of our way to make others, namely my brother, happy. When would Ben ever show a fragment of that kind of consideration to me?
I bring my mouth to Foster’s again, pouring everything I’m feeling into the kiss. When I suck on his lower lip, he practically purrs.
“I need to get you home.” His voice is low and urgent.
“I can’t wait.”
He pulls away and reaches for the ignition again, but I stop him.
“I mean it. I can’t wait.”
CHAPTER 33
BETH
“What are you doing?” Foster asks as I’m awkwardly climbing over the console. I manage to simultaneously hit my head on the roof and smack my knee on the cup holder before tumbling over in a heap into the backseat.
“Seducing you, obviously.”
Righting myself with as much dignity as possible, I motion to a stunned-looking Foster to join me. When he tries to follow, he gets stuck—He’s too damn big. I can’t stop myself from giggling as he curses, trying to dislodge himself from between the front seats. He hops out of the car, quickly scans the abandoned parking garage, and climbs through the rear door.
He’s barely settled on the leather interior before I’m in his lap. The skirt of my dress rides up as I straddle him and his hands are running up my thighs. I shamelessly grind against him, feeling every inch of him hardening underneath me.
“Not feeling patient tonight, Baby?” he teases, gripping my ass.
I shake my head as I hastily undo his belt and start on his pants. “Fresh out of patience.”
Chuckling, he squeezes me hard over my panties while I continue to maul him. I’ve been looking forward to being with him all night, but sex in a semi-public setting was not on the agenda. At this point, though, if Foster isn’t inside me in the next sixty seconds, I’m going to lose what’s left of my mind.
I tug at his pants and he helps me push them down past his hips. His cock springs out, beads of pre-cum already forming at its tip.
I reach for him, almost frantically, but with one hand Foster captures my wrists and pins them to his chest as his other hand continues to palm my ass.
“We’ll have to be quick. And quiet.” His voice is low and authoritative. “Anyone could walk by.”
I take a quick glance around my surroundings as my heart pounds in my chest.
“Can you do that, Beth?”
