Page 79 of Never Let Go

A thrill shot through me and I shivered. Yep, he’s definitely not faking this. There’s no way he’s messing with me right now.

“Not tomorrow, but I do need to work the day after that.”

He let out a long-suffering sigh, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. “Yeah, so do I, but we’ll have to see if we get around to it.”

I giggled, my eyebrows lifting slightly. “We’ve got one whole day and two nights between then and now. I’m sure we’ll make it.”

He arched a brow as he glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Only one whole day and two nights, huh? That’s definitely not enough time. How much vacation time do you have?”

“I only just started working there.” I giggled again, unable to help the sounds from spilling out of me. My heart raced and my hands trembled. “I have a few, but not that many.”

“We’ll talk about it.” He reached for one of my hands and brought our joined hands to his lap. “It’s not far now.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to himself, but either way, excitement rippled through me. It’d been a long time since I’d been with a man, and even then, I hadn’t done it very much. The way Foster was acting was making me feel like I was about to be ravaged and I couldn’t freaking wait.

As we sped up the ramp of a large, well-lit parking garage, I squeezed his hand and braced myself for the ice water I was probably about to dump all over both of us. “Uh, Foster? Before we go in there, you should probably know that I’m not, uh, I’m not very experienced.”

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?” His voice was husky now, red streaks appearing over the tops of his cheeks before he parked in a spot near an elevator door. He killed the engine, obviously not put off at all by my admission. “We’re meant to be together, you and I. Truth be told, selfishly, I’m fucking ecstatic that you haven’t got that much experience. It means I get to be the guinea pig for everything you’ve ever wanted to try and that I get to have you in ways no one else ever has or ever will.”

My pulse thrummed in my veins. I stared back into those green eyes, the irises almost completely swallowed by pupils now. “You seem pretty confident about all this.”

He smirked. “That’s because I am. Let’s go, baby. Fair warning though, the first time may not last very long, but I promise all the times after that will. I’m just really worked up right now.”

I giggled again, my entire body feeling shaky. I followed him out of the car. He gripped my hand again and practically dragged me to a super fast elevator. Before the doors had even slid closed behind us, he tugged me into him, one hand snaking around to rest on the small of my back while the other landed on the side of my neck and jaw.

His head descended, his mouth crashing into mine. He walked me back until I hit the wall. He broke the impact with his forearm, but I doubt I’d even have noticed a slight sting of pain right about now. Not when he was kissing me so desperately, his need matching my own. Our tongues plunged into each other’s mouths and our bodies pressed together as close as they could while we were still wearing our clothes.

The clothes didn’t last long, though. He kept kissing me as we left the elevator, and I didn’t even get a chance to look at the hallway or at his place as he kept devouring me, his own actions feeling mindless and mechanical as he brought us to his door and unlocked it without looking.

I’d have to be impressed with that later, though. Right now, all I could think of as he tugged down the zipper of my dress was to get him naked as fast as I could. While we were pawing at the fabric of each other’s clothes like we were in some kind of naughty race, he kept moving us until I felt the back of my knees hit something that felt like a mattress.

As they did, he pushed me down and climbed up on top of me, his hot, hard torso pressed to mine as we clawed at each other’s underwear. When we were finally naked, the tip of him slid though my wet folds, pressing right at my entrance.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his heart hammering against my chest. He finally broke the kiss to look into my eyes. As he did, a lock of his dark hair fell over his forehead and I smiled, reaching up to push it back.

“We need a condom,” he murmured, his lips swollen from the force of our kisses and his breathing loud and erratic. “Give me a minute.”

I nodded, my eyes on the cut lines of his body. He sat back on his knees and reached into the nightstand beside his bed. I knew I could take this opportunity to check out his bedroom, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him for long enough to do it.

Foster O’Brien had always been hot, but in the nude, he was absolutely delicious. My mouth even watered a little bit, which seemed odd but I didn’t question it. The fact of the matter was that I wanted every last rippling, well-defined inch of him.

And I wanted it now.

His broad shoulders bulged as he bit open the box of condoms. He pulled out one of the foil packages. His strong chest heaved as he bit open the foil next. My gaze followed his arms to his hands as his long fingers worked at rolling the latex over his shaft.

His dick was huge and looked rock hard, and the tip had been glistening before he’d covered it with the condom. I swallowed back my nerves. I was no virgin, but it really had been a long time, and that thing looked like it could wreak havoc on any woman’s body.

Foster glanced at me when the condom was on, but as he crawled over me again, he drew in a deep breath, took my hands, and settled between my legs. “Why do you look scared?”

“I, uh, I am. A little,” I confessed on a quiet whisper. “It’s been a few years, and…”

“And you’re afraid I’m going to hurt you?” He made his eyes big at me before he let out a choppy breath and then kissed my forehead. “We’ll take it slow, okay? The very last thing in the world that I want is to hurt you.”

Miraculously, after how desperately and urgently everything had started, he managed to dial it back almost all the way. He was patient and attentive as he pressed against my entrance and slowly pushed himself into me. I was so wet that there was no resistance at all. As I adjusted the angle of my pelvis and wrapped my legs around his hips, he cursed and pressed his forehead against mine.

I swallowed hard, tears pressing against the backs of my eyes, but not because he was hurting me. It was the exact opposite actually. Having him inside me felt so damn good, so right, that I was about to cry.

Foster kissed my eyes, then dragged his lips across my skin to my mouth. When he started moving inside me, he was kissing me so passionately that some of the tears leaked out.