Page 682 of Hell Hath No Fury
“What do you want?” I asked flatly.
“Can you come over here?”
Screw you, asshole. “Not really.”
“I can’t be long. My parents are still here … but G was asking for you a lot after we saw you today, and I wondered if maybe she could hang out with you one evening this week?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Guilt consumed me, but I couldn’t be around someone like Foster.
“Why?”
“Because I have very good hearing. You said we barely knew each other, which is a lie. And I don’t associate with people who are too embarrassed to introduce me properly to their parents.”
Silence reigned from the other side of the fence.
My hurt and rage built, so I resumed my laps, ignoring his presence.
A few minutes later, water splashing at the other end of the pool startled a cry from me. I whirled to see Foster swimming in my direction.
What the hell?
I backed away from him. “What are you doing?”
His face was grim. “Apologizing.”
Scowling, I shook my head, grateful when he stopped before we touched. “You can’t apologize for a fundamental personality flaw. You clearly think it matters what family a person is born into, and I don’t. And I can’t be friends or associate with anyone who would think I’m less worthy because of who my family is or isn’t. By the time you get to my age, Foster, you’ll realize none of that shit matters.”
Frustration flashed in his gorgeous eyes as he floated before me.
In nothing but his boxer briefs, I realized.
Heat flushed through me, and I hated my attraction to him more than ever.
“I already know that shit doesn’t matter. I do. But my relationship with my family is complicated. However,” he said, moving closer, “that does not give me the right to treat you that way.” Contrition softened his gaze. “I hurt you, and I hurt G … and that’s not cool.”
Confused, I looked away. “I … what do you want from me?”
“You don’t want the answer to that question.”
My breath caught at his hoarse response, and I finally looked at him.
Desire darkened his expression, his features taut with it.
“Foster …”
Suddenly, he wrapped a hand around my nape and dragged me across the water to collide with his hard body. As his mouth crushed over mine, Foster groaned, and the vibration sparked my desire like hands down my body, fingers teasing my nipples, whispering across my belly and sliding home between my legs. His kiss grew harder, more demanding and desperate. We panted into each other’s mouths, refusing to break the kiss.
When I became aware of his erection digging into my stomach, I was lost. Arousal was a luscious flip, deep and low between my thighs. My lust grew as Foster’s hand slid up my waist, brushing my heavy breast and coming to a stop at the halter-top string. He broke the kiss, pulling back only an inch to stare into my eyes. His lips were swollen, his expression wicked.
He tugged on the bikini strings, and I gasped as the wet material fell into the water, revealing me to him.
“Jesus, fuck,” Foster groaned. “Jesus, fuck, you’re so beautiful. So sexy.” He cupped my naked breasts, and shivers of need skated through me. I arched my back, my nipples tightening in the cool air. My breasts swelled as Foster’s thumbs caught on the tight points.
Then he lifted my right breast as he bent his head, and his mouth was on me.
I reached for the side of the pool for purchase, struggling to contain my cry of pleasure.
“Foster, we can’t … ah …” He sucked hard, shooting bolts of sensation between my legs. “Not here. Anyone might see us.”
