“It’s almost…”
Turning my head, I grin when our gazes meet. “Like art? Like…a story?”
Tilting closer, Foster’s heated mouth unexpectedly touches mine, sending a chilling spark along the surface of my skin, and I savor the taste of his air upon my tongue.
Releasing my lips from his, I peer up at his dumbfounded appearance mirroring my own.
“I thought we were friends,” I say, lowering my camera to the granite surface.
Foster’s chest rises and falls with an undertone of frustration. I’m unsure if it’s with me, himself…or something else. There are too many scenarios in this situation.
“We are,” he responds, still stunned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay, Foster.” I gather my camera and then lean toward the ground, putting it away in its case. “You’re a really good kisser, by the way.”
“You’re just saying that to tease me and make light of the situation. I’m not sure what I was thinking. It’s not like…”
“I know. And I wasn’t teasing you.” I rise, resting a butt cheek on the nearby stool. “You really are a good kisser.” I cross my arms and smirk. “You’re pretty good in the sack, too.”
“Okay, now, it’s getting weird.” He ponders over his shoulder and out the kitchen window. “Why not just take it a step further and say you wouldn’t mind having sex with me again? You know, because it was so great the first time.”
Pursing my lips, I try to contain my giddy thoughts. There’s a part of me that does find what Foster said as somewhat ludicrous, but the truth in his suggestion is undeniable.
I actually wouldn’t mind sleeping with him again.
He has a great body that feels spectacular against mine, and he’s definitely a hottie in his own way. Bumping and grinding with him was quite memorable, even while under the influence of libations, and all inhibitions, even though I tend to have very few, were pushed aside. Not to mention, sex with him was easy in the sense that I didn’t want anything more, and neither did he.
“I don’t think I would mind,” I spurt out.
“Shut up,” he quickly retorts, clearly finding my reply absurd.
“Fine. I’ll shut up then. No more talking from me.”
He shakes his head. “You’re just trying to get a rise out of me.”
“No, I’m being honest. The other night was impressive, and sometimes, riding the roller coaster more than once isn’t a bad thing. I could ride yours again.”
He barks, laughter exploding from his lips. “Are you serious?”
I lift my brows. “Yeah, I think I am.”
Foster licks his bottom lip, and I stare at his thick lashes hooding his eyes as he contemplates his feet. A silent question hangs in the air, filtering the atmosphere like moonlight when the sun sets, creeping into the forefront.
“If I’m being honest,” he states, stepping closer until his chest teasingly touches my own, “I wouldn’t mind riding you again either.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Definitely.”
My tongue flirts with the opening of my mouth. “Do you want to…”
“Still be friends?”
“Yes.”
“But something else, too?” he suggests.
“I’m open to it.”
