Page 83 of Never Let Go

Foster settled on top of me, no longer trying to pull away. I pressed my heels down on his ass, pushing him into me, and I kissed him hard. For a moment, he tensed, but then he seemed to remember that he didn’t need a condom anymore. He groaned and started moving, thrusting in and out of me like he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

Our bodies climbed together this time, and with the iconic Eiffel Tower in the distance beyond our window, we reached our peak together too. Feeling Foster coming apart inside me, growing, and then filling me with his seed was something I still wasn’t used to, and I’d been on birth control for about six months at this point.

It still turned me on to no end to have him without a condom, though. We’d had plans for today, but as I held him in my arms while we came down, I couldn’t remember what they had been and I didn’t care.

“We’re not going anywhere today.” I ran my hands up and down the ropes of muscle in his back. “Is it bad that I don’t feel compelled to go out while we’re abroad?”

“Nah, we’ve seen all the sights a few times.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my neck and lifted his head to look into my eyes. “I’m good with staying in, but we have to take a walk later, okay?”

“Okay?” I frowned as I stroked my fingers up his back and into his hair. “Why?”

“I have something to show you.” He smiled, seeming strangely nervous, but I’d learned better than to ask.

Foster loved surprising me, and he never caved before he was ready to let me know what he was planning. After pressing a kiss to my forehead, he rolled off me but brought me with him. I ended up with my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart under my ear.

“Any regret about moving in with me yet?” he asked distractedly.

I chuckled. “Not on your life. I love you, and so far, I love living with you. All that’s left for us to do now is to train you on how to use a laundry basket.”

He laughed. “One thing at a time, babe. You just taught me how to use a dishwasher.”

“Exactly. The laundry basket is next,” I said jokingly, but also not really joking.

I honestly did love living with Foster. We’d practically been living together since we started dating, so it’d seemed right to make it official about two months ago, but living with a man was a whole different ballgame to what I was used to.

He wasn’t the messiest person, but it’d taken us both some time to settle into formal cohabitation. I glanced up at the strong profile of his face and smiled. “Thanks for bringing me back here for our anniversary.”

He looked down at me, those bright green eyes happy and relaxed when they met mine. “It was either Paris or Fiji, but since this was our first trip together, it felt like a good place to celebrate one whole year of you putting up with me.”

I chuckled. “Fiji was a great trip too, though.”

In fact, they all had been. As soon as I’d admitted to Foster—during our first stay in this very hotel room, actually—that I’d always wanted to travel, he’d taken my wishes to heart. In just twelve short months, we’d taken seven trips and he already had a bunch more planned.

I shook my head on his chest as I thought about it. My life had changed completely after he and I had gotten together. In more ways than I ever would’ve been able to imagine.

Foster was about the most attentive, devoted boyfriend who had ever lived. We cooked together almost every night and for every other meal we possibly could. He’d hit it off with Ashley and with Chase, and they got along so well that he’d even taken them on a couple of our trips with us.

After that doubt I’d had about him at the reveal, he’d never given me any reason to doubt him again. In fact, he was always making an effort to prove how much he loved me, and in return, he made it easy for me to be the same.

We were one of those couples now, the ones who were so damn sweet together that it gave people a toothache—and I loved it. So did he.

We’d spent a ton of time together over the last year and we’d gotten to know each other pretty well, and I’d come to learn that he wasn’t just open about sex. When he was talking to me, Foster was always honest. He’d told me time and again how our relationship was everything he’d always wanted and it made me feel so much more secure than I’d even known I needed to feel.

We might’ve started in the dark, but we were all about living our lives out in the open now. It still gave me the tingles and tears welled in my eyes until I felt a firm smack to the side of my ass.

“Nope. No crying today. Come on, lazy bones. Let’s go for that walk.”

I groaned, but then he rolled off the bed and walked butt naked to our adjoining bathroom. I watched his toned muscles tense and release as he walked, his firm behind flexing as he moved. I bit the inside of my cheek and scooted off the bed.

If he was going to have a shower, I was going to be right there with him. Once we were under the hot spray though, he turned me down for possibly the first time ever. I wrapped my fingers around his length, stepping into him and tilting my head back for a kiss, but he gave me only a chaste peck and then pulled my hand off his package.

“We’re going for a walk, remember?”

“Sure, I remember, but do we have to do it right now?” I asked curiously, wondering what on earth he was cooking up this time.

He wriggled his nose before he kissed the tip of mine. “Trust me, it’s killing me to say this, but yes. Right now.”

I sighed but held out my palm for some shower gel. Then I quickly lathered up and washed myself without trying to seduce him again. When he had his mind set on something, nothing could sway him, and I was too curious now to find out what he was so set on this time anyway.