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Tiny explosions of pleasure started going off inside me almost immediately, and I clung to him, kissing him back. He stoked a fire deep within my body and fed the flames with every thrust of his hips. When he sped up just a little, I started whimpering and my toes curled, my kisses no longer rhythmic. A soft cry worked its way out of me.

I’d never, ever felt this kind of slow build of pleasure, but it felt like it was going to blow me apart if I let go. Foster didn’t stop, his hands in mine and his kisses soft but insistent. He kept going and eventually started speaking against my lips.

“Come for me, Shelby. I know you want to. Just let go.”

“I can’t.”

He kissed me again, his movements remaining steady, and he kept me right on that edge.

“You can. I’m right here. Hold on to me. I’m right here.”

I had no idea how he’d known exactly what I’d needed to hear, but as he said the words, I screwed my eyes shut. My body went rigid and I surrendered. The waves of pleasure overwhelmed me immediately. I was pretty sure I even screamed his name as I shook uncontrollably underneath him.

It took the orgasm forever to release me from its grip. When it did, Foster looked like he was in pain. His features were contorted, his lips parted, and his body quaking before he finally let go. I hung onto him as he finally gave himself over to his own release.

In the aftermath, we kept holding each other, his breath feathering across my heated skin as he collapsed on top of me, dotting soft kisses to the column of my neck as he waited for our bodies to come down.

In that moment, I knew I’d made the right decision. I loved this man, and I didn’t want to spend another day without him.

39

FOSTER

“I’m never going to get enough of you,” I murmured into Shelby’s mouth. I kissed her with the sun starting to rise on the horizon outside my windows.

All night, we’d slept maybe about two hours. The rest of the time, we’d been getting to know each other in a whole new way. Shelby smiled at me sleepily, but when I started moving my fingers inside her again, her lips parted and let out a soft moan.

“Foster, I can’t.” Her hips began rolling. They moved with my hand, and I bent my head to kiss her again.

“Yes, you can, my love. I’m not going to stop until you realize there’s nothing you can’t do with me.” I stroked the inside of her channel, my fingertips meeting the slightly ribbed patch of flesh deep inside.

Her eyes were shut, and her brow furrowed. Her cheeks got flushed all over again. Suddenly, she stopped moving and her eyes flew open, immediately finding mine. “What did you just call me?”

“My love?” I stared into those stunning blue eyes, a playful smile lifting the corners of my lips at the shock I saw in them. “What? Surely, you know by now that I love you.”

“No, I—” She cut herself off, staring at me incredulously for another beat. Then she smiled. “I love you too, but does that make us crazy?”

“Only as crazy as the next people who are in love.” My gaze dropped to her deep red lips that had long since been kissed clean of any makeup. The color that was on them now was because of my mouth having been on hers almost all night. I had to admit, it was really hot to know that. “I love you, so stop telling me you can’t and just do. Just feel.”

I started moving my fingers slowly again, careful to be gentle after the night we’d had but also unable to let her out of my bed just yet. After everything we’d been through to get here, I might just force us both into retirement so we’d never have to leave it again.

Shelby lifted her head, her mouth searching for mine. I pressed it to hers, kissing her, and I felt her inner muscles starting to flutter around my fingers again. I loved how responsive she was and I planned on finding out every little thing that made her scream and doing it over and over again.

At first, when she’d told me she wasn’t very experienced, I hadn’t believed her. She was gorgeous, smart, and strong. It seemed impossible to me that any man wouldn’t have wanted her and done what he could to have her, but either she’d resisted their advances or I’d just gotten lucky.

As soon as I’d seen the way she’d looked at me last night when I’d been putting on the condom, I knew it had been true. She’d looked terrified for a moment, and then, when I’d felt how tight she was, I’d come very close to losing it right then and there.

But all of it turned me on even more now because it meant I could make her mine in every way. I hoped she would do the same to me. As she started bucking around my fingers, I pressed my thumb down on her clit. She came, and I moaned with her, somehow feeling like I was sharing her pleasure.

It’d been like that all night. When she had an orgasm, it almost felt like I was having one too. Our connection was just that intense—or maybe I was sleep deprived. Either way, I really would never get enough of her and all I could do was pray that she felt the same way.

Panting as she opened her eyes, she twined her fingers around my free hand and brought my palm to her mouth, kissing the very center of it. “I think you’ve broken me.”

“Ruined you for other men,” I corrected her teasingly.

She laughed breathlessly, nodding as she let her lids flutter closed. “I still can’t believe we’re really here,” she murmured.

I looked at her beautiful face, the afterglow she had and the faint sheen on her forehead. “Yeah, neither can I. Do you really forgive me for everything?”