Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
What surprises me the most is how safe I feel with his arms wrapped around me. I don’t feel fragile or uncertain. I feel solid. As if this moment shared between us is a promise of our future, a chance for us to rewrite the past. It doesn’t matter how we got here, only that we’re here together.
We found one another, and all the little moments have led to this one. It’s as if the universe is trying to tell us: This is real, and this is what we both need.
I know I’m projecting because of how I feel about him, but it does feel real. The way he checks to make sure we’re still in this together, the way he holds me, and then there’s the fact that I can feel the evidence of his desire pressing against my thigh.
That’s definitely real.
Foster pulls out of the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. The moment doesn’t feel broken or unfinished. No, it feels as though it’s just beginning. I don’t know this feeling. It’s not one I’m familiar with, but I want more of it. I want everything this man is willing to give me. No second-guessing, no hesitation.
“I want you,” I breathe, and his arm tightens around my waist. Saying the words feels like stepping off a ledge and discovering that I’m able to breathe on the way down. There’s that fear of rejection that lives inside me, inside both of us, but it’s quiet, more so now than ever before. I’ve never said those words to another man before Foster, and my heart tells me I never will again, but I push those feelings aside. I refuse to overthink this.
I know what I want.
I want this man.
I want this moment that is only ours.
I’ve always been careful with my heart, holding pieces of myself back like they were fragile things meant to be protected. But with him, that instinct fades. The noise of doubt, of what-ifs and maybes, softens until all I’m left with is this clear, steady knowing. Not even the risk of heartbreak will stop me. If tonight is all we’ll ever have, I’m embracing it with every ounce of my being.
This moment feels suspended in time, untouched by expectations or consequences. It doesn’t ask me to be anyone other than who I am right now. This is me, no longer hiding behind the fear of the unknown, honest, open, choosing what I want without apology.
And for once, I let myself believe that wanting something doesn’t make me weak. It makes me brave.
“I need you to spell it out for me, Eden,” Foster rasps, his forehead still pressed against mine as our breaths mingle, mixing as one.
Feeling braver than I ever have, I shift to straddle his lap. We both let out a low moan when his hard cock settles where we both want him to be. If only our clothes were not in the way. Unable to help myself, I rock my hips, and his hands clamp down around my waist to stop me.
“Eden,” he pants.
“I want you, Foster. I want more kisses, more of—everything. Anything you’re willing to give me.”
“You want to feel me here?” he asks, his fingers ghosting over my leggings, between my thighs.
“Yes,” I breathe. His touch causes my body to quake with need. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m way past want and have settled into the need category. I need this man to touch me, have his way with me.
“That will complicate things.” His hands find their way beneath my T-shirt, and I shiver as he gently traces his fingers over my spine.
“I don’t care,” I tell him, and it’s the truth. For once in my life, bring on the complicated. I’m not running from this. Not running from him. However, I do have something that’s going to make this even more complicated, and I should tell him, but I don’t want him to stop this.
“It’s been a long time for me, Eden,” he says, his voice low and sexy.
“Me, too,” I admit.
“How long?” he asks, his hands still roaming my spine as if he’s memorizing the curve.
“Never.” Nothing like blurting out the truth in the heat of the moment.
“Never?” he asks, and I don’t need to be able to see his face to know that I’ve shocked him. I can tell from the tone of his voice.
In the darkness, I move my hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders, and I rock my hips, letting him know that just because I’ve never done it, doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I really, really want to.
“I’ve never let anyone get close enough. I’ve been with a man for other things,” I say, stumbling over my words. I’m glad the power is out, and we’re sitting in darkness, because this is embarrassing. “Just not… you know, all the way.”