Page 78 of Campus Crush
“You good?” he asked, his voice low and a little ragged.
It was reassuring to know I wasn’t the only one affected.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper-begged.
He kissed my skin right above the button of my jeans. “I’ve dreamed of this.”
“I hope it doesn’t disappoint.”
He paused and looked up at me, his gaze fierce. “Abby, you could never disappoint me. Not in a million lifetimes.”
My insecurities got the better of me. “What if I’m not as good as other?—”
He stood up so fast, his lips on mine cutting off my sentence before I could even finish it. “Don’t. Don’t bring anyone else in here with us. You are the only one I see.Youare the only one I want. Don’t compare yourself to anyone else because I won’t be. No one would even come close.”
I swallowed thickly. “Okay.”
What else could I say to that?
When he looked at me like he was right now, I believed him—I was the only one he saw.
“Now, where was I?” he asked with that sexy little grin before he dropped back down to his knees and unbuttoned my jeans. He slowly pulled them down my legs and then tossed them to the side. His hungry gaze ate up every inch of my bare skin.
He was still fully clothed while I stood in my bra and underwear.
His fingertips grazed a gentle trail from my ankles up to my knees and then my thighs. Just like before, his lips followed. This time, I gave in to what my body wanted. My head dropped back as a ragged breath escaped my mouth.My hands found the thick tendrils of his hair as I desperately grabbed his head, needing an anchor to keep me tethered as all my nerve endings fired with pleasure.
“So soft,” he whispered. “So sexy.”
Hemade me feel sexy.
He kissed his way back up my body, then slid his hand to my back and unhooked my bra. The straps fell to my elbows, and I watched in fascination as I let the bra fall to the ground and his eyes seemed to darken to a deep, ocean blue.
“Fuck, Abby.”
I’d always been self-conscious about my small breasts. I was more pear-shaped—with round hips, thighs, and butt.
But the way Foster was looking at me right now made me feel like a Victoria’s Secret model.
He slid his hand around my waist, and then his mouth was on mine and I was melting against his body. He walked us backward as he plundered my mouth and I was lost to him—to the way he made me feel, the way his hands roamed my body like I was a treasure.
He was going to ruin me for anyone else, but truthfully, I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone but him.
Once on the bed, he laid me down and then moved to take off my underwear. He pulled the fabric down my legs and then threw it behind him while he gazed hungrily at the space between my thighs.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
“I’m always wet for you,” I admitted.
He hummed deep in his throat like he was pleased to hear that. “Tonight is all about you. If I do anything you don’t like, tell me, okay?”
I nodded.
He shook his head. “I need your words. Let me hear that sexy voice, Abby. Tell me.”
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice already ragged and he’d barely gotten started.
“That’s my girl,” he said before dipping his head down and kissing right above where I was already soaked for him.
