Page 48 of Guarding My Love

Damn, it was firm, and told her he had a lot more muscle than she realized.

He pulled her shirt out of her shorts and slid his fingers around her waist.

Where he touched, she’d felt a scorching burn like never before.

“Take me to your room.”

“Now?” he asked.

“Now,” she said.

He turned and went to the back of the house and up the stairs. Marco followed them, but she shut the door in her dog’s face. Nope, he wasn’t watching.

She had no time to even look at Foster’s room before he had her back against the closed door, his mouth on hers, her shirt lifted over her head and flung to the floor.

She did the same to him and then stopped. “Wow. You work out.”

“Another time for that conversation,” he said.

They both started to attack the other’s clothing until they were standing in the same spot by the door naked and kissing, grinding against each other.

He moved away and got a condom. When she went to go near the bed, he stopped her. “What?” she asked.

“I’m going to fuck you against the door. Got a problem with that?”

She’d never done that before. The thought of him talking to her this way and doing what he’d said sent a flood of moisture between her already damp lower lips.

She barely had the ability to gulp and shake her head no.

He strode right back to her, pinned her to the wall, put his mouth on hers and lifted her up.

She was going to wrap her legs around his waist, but he held her under her hamstrings, spread wide, found her opening and thrust in fast.

“Ohhhhh,” she said, her head going back.

He wasn’t kissing her now. She just realized that.

Instead he was watching her as he positioned her against the wall, his body inside of hers, moving in and out.

The feeling of being out of control was nothing like she’d ever experienced with a man.

Not in this situation.

She started to wonder if Foster even had control of what he was doing, but when she looked into his dark eyes, she realized he knewexactlywhat he was doing.

He was making her come undone in the most glorious way a woman could feel.

Every time he thrust into her, her body moved up and almost sighed with relief while it wanted to beg him for more.

And he kept it up as if he knew what she needed.

Then he wrapped her legs around his hips, her ankles crossed, her arms locking behind his neck.

His mouth landed back on hers and they were kissing feverishly as he was bucking into her. She was trying to match him and only ended up grinding.

It was working because everything in her body hurt at the same time it felt wonderful.

She normally needed a lot of slow tender work for her to come. Or maybe she was used to that.

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