He shed the rest of his clothing and pulled her close. While he’d forgotten what it felt like to hold a woman, none of that mattered. The only thing he cared about was making sure he could satisfy Tonya. This should be like riding a bike, but seven years was a fucking long time.
“Right back at you.” Her warm lips pressed against the center of his chest. Her hands roamed his body.
He tried to find his voice to tell her to stop, or to at least slow down, but he couldn’t. And he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to either. Everything about her felt so damn good.
So fucking wild and out of control.
He’d spent the last few years of his life barely living. Or perhaps living vicariously through other people. While he personally never experienced true love, he one hundred percent believed in it. That’s why he created his wedding driver business. He enjoyed being on the fringe of happiness, but not in the thick of it. Right now, the blood in his veins pumped so hot he thought he might explode. It was the closest he’d come to pure joy since the birth of his daughter.
Fisting her hair, he stared at her as she kissed her way down his stomach. His breath caught in the center of this throat. Sex with Victoria had become nonexistent after a few years of marriage. He didn’t ask for it and she didn’t offer. It had been easy to go without. He didn’t care until he’d met Kathy. Then it had become exciting again.
He had a life outside of his daughter and that was thrilling in ways he couldn’t describe. When it all went up in smoke—literally—the passion in his heart died.
Tonya breathed life into his soul.
Groaning, he did his best to maintain composure. The last thing he wanted to do was lose control and have this encounter end before it even got off the ground.
Tonya’s sexual desire had been unexpected. Mind-blowing. Every time he thought about taking over, he gave up. Whatever she wanted, he had to give her, and the most important was pleasure.
His mind filled with worry that he’d forgotten what to do, but based on her sweet, soft moans and the way her fingers threaded through his hair, he was hitting all the right marks. Her hips ground against the roll of his tongue. She tasted like strawberry jam on warm country bread.
Listening to her whisper his name as her climax built excited him more than the idea she was about to be pushed over the edge and he would be responsible for that most exquisite kind of satisfaction. He wouldn’t care if he had an orgasm as long she had one that made her body shiver in delight.
“Yes. Yes. Oh, my God, Foster, yes.”
He pressed his hand over her stomach. It quivered under his touch. He kissed his way up to her breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth, making sure he gave attention to each one. He found the box of condoms and fumbled like a stupid teenager.
Gritting his teeth, he entered her in one long, torturous stroke. He wasn’t sure he’d last longer than a few more, so he took it slow, easing in and out as if there was no urgency, until she gripped his ass, encouraging him to go deep and hard.
It took maybe a minute before his release collided inside of Tonya, mixing with hers in a cosmic meeting of epic proportions. He honestly didn’t think he’d ever experienced anything so powerful. Or magical. He’d never be able to put into words what he felt in this moment.
He couldn’t catch his breath as he rolled to the side, pulling the covers over their naked bodies. His chest rose as he tried to fill his lungs, but it wasn’t enough. Wrapping a protective arm around Tonya, he pulled her close. He blinked.
This changed everything.
Fear gripped his heart.
Panic seeped into his mind.
Living a little was one thing. Doing it with Tonya could only lead to him breaking her heart. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
She snuggled in, resting her head on his chest. Her skin felt like a warm blanket. Part of him wanted to climb out of bed and run as fast and far away as he could.
But that wouldn’t solve anything.
“This might not be the right moment, but you’re welcome to spend the night,” she whispered, running her fingers across his chest.
He pressed his lips against her temple. “I wasn’t planning on leaving.” Not entirely true, but he couldn’t hurt her feelings and he honestly didn’t want to get out of bed, put his clothes on, and make his way outside. He might as well stay put. “Although, I do have to get up early, so I’ll try not to wake you.”
“No worries if you do.” She yawned. “Good night, Foster.”
“Sleep well, Tonya.”
7
Foster rummaged through the kitchen as quietly as possible while he found a mug and made himself a cup of coffee.
“Foster? Are you still here?” Tonya’s voice rang out soft and sweet.
