His eyes snap to mine and there’s an array of emotions flickering over his face, none of them lasting long enough for me to identify. Finally, holding my gaze, he answers, “I’ve never bought a woman this kind of thing before.”
“Ah.” I look away, trying to brush off the moment. “So this is a first, then. What? Did it not go well with the last woman?”
“I haven’t slept with anyone in well over six months.” My eyes fly to his in shock, and I see a similar look on his face, as if he’s surprised by disclosing that, too.
Trying to play it off, I give a little laugh. “Oh, dear. Are you having some erectile dysfunction? Trouble getting it up? You should probably see a doctor for that. You know they make those little, blue pills—”
At once, I’m crowded against my kitchen counter, his body pressing firmly against mine before lifting me upon the counter. “Does it feel like I have trouble getting it up?” He nudges my legs apart to nestle between them, rocking his hard cock into me right where I ache for him. “Does it feel like I have any issues?”
“Mmm.” My response is breathy, and I’m having trouble maintaining composure. “Not too sure. Think I might have to do a more thorough inspection.”
His lips curve up before dipping his head to brush his lips against the column of my neck. “Inspect away, Davis.” His teeth nip at me, and I let out a tiny moan. “Inspect away.”
Somehow, though, certain thoughts worm their way to the forefront of my mind. They’re powerful enough to nudge aside the lust and desire I’m feeling for Foster. Because let’s be real; I’m a woman and emotions play a role in everything I do. It’s how I’m made. And that’s why I feel the need to have my question answered.
Leaning away slightly, I meet his eyes, speaking softly. I hate the way my voice sounds so small and vulnerable. “Are you doing this because you haven’t had any action in a while? Because from what I know,” I glance away, “you don’t even like me.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Foster
I can’t believe she just said, or asked me that. Yet, another part of me can. It’s not like I’ve given her any indication otherwise for the past year. Hearing the wary, vulnerable quality in her voice makes me feel like an even bigger asshole.
“I mean, maybe this is one of those I want what I can’t have kind of things for you. Wanting what’s not necessarily readily available.” Her words stop me in my tracks, digging beneath my skin.
My hand goes to her chin, tipping it up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t believe there’s anything that could make me not want you.” I pause to let that sink in. My next words come out in a husky whisper. “If you want to know the truth, deep down, I’ve always wanted you, Noelle.” The conflict is apparent in her blue eyes so I push even further. Taking her hand, I place it over my pants where my hardened cock is pressing against the fabric.
“This is what you do to me. And I don’t want—haven’t wanted—anyone except you. I get we’ve both got shit going on in our lives, but I’ll be honest with you and say I’m having a really rough time not pushing you up against the nearest wall and having my way with you.”
“That’s probably not wise since—”
“And that’s only the beginning, until I get you in the bedroom where I can spread you out and have my way with you. Over and over again.”
“—you’re my boss.”
“You’re off the clock. What’s your excuse now?”
A myriad of emotions flicker across her face. “I don’t want you to treat me differently if we do this.”
Holding her gaze, my lips curve up. “You want me to harass you, as much as usual, at work?”
She huffs out a short laugh. “You know what I mean. I don’t want people to think I’m sleeping with the boss to get preferential treatment.”
Leaning toward her, I let my lips trail over her cheek and down the graceful column of her neck. “Oh, but you’ll be getting preferential treatment … in the bedroom.”
“Foster?” Her tentative tone makes me lift my head to look at her. “I’m … scared.” Her eyes are so blue and direct, holding both hesitation and fear in them. “I don’t want to get hurt.” She pauses and her next words come out in a barely audible whisper. “I’m trusting you not to hurt me.”
I’m trusting you not to hurt me. Those whispered words strike me to the core. I know she isn’t a woman who trusts easily. Yet, here she is, putting her trust in me. That I won’t hurt her, betray her like the asshole she’d been with.
“There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to protect you.” My words are sure, firm, and they appear to strike a chord with her because in the next moment, she reaches up to wrap an arm around my neck, our lips meeting in a heated kiss.
Bringing her body flush against mine, my arm slides around her, cupping her luscious ass, tugging her against me as my other hand delves into her blond locks. Rocking my arousal against her core, I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding in to spar with hers.