Page 96 of A Pizza My Heart

“Don’t say anything. Please. I don’t need you to say anything. I know when you’re ready, it’ll happen.”

He steps closer, and I have nowhere to go except forward, the side of my face now flush with the door. My heavy breaths are making streaks on the cool wood and I can feelallof him pressing against me.

I’m stuck between the door and his body and there isn’t anywhere else in the world I’d rather be.

“I know you. I know you’re scared. I know you don’t want things to change between us, but they already have changed. We can’t go back to the way things were before. I can’t walk away knowing how good your lips taste.”

His fingers slide through my long blonde hair, pushing it out of the way.

“How good you feel underneath me.”

His fist tangles in my locks, pulling my head back with a pressure that’s too pleasurable to be painful.

“How alive you make me feel.”

Lips collide with my ear and a shiver racks through my body.

“But, Wren?”

I don’t say anything. I can’t.

“Itwillhappen.”

It’s not a question or a statement.

It’s a promise.

“Fuck.” He runs his nose down the length of my neck. “Why’d you wear a fucking turtleneck, huh?”

I laugh, loving how he’s complaining about my outfit in this moment. “You said to wear a skirt. You didn’t say anything about what kind of top you wanted me to wear.”

“That’s right. I did say a skirt.”

His free hand slides over my ass, giving it a good squeeze before he slowly—so painfully slowly—walks his fingers under my velvet mini.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses when his hand glides over my skin. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

He presses his hand between my thighs.

“Up on your tiptoes, Wren. I need to touch you.”

Not want.Need.

I need him to touch me too.

I follow his instructions and push up on the balls of my feet, thrusting my hips back and spreading my legs, practically begging for him to touch me.

It’s just the invitation he needs.

The pads of his fingers slide over my swollen clit and I have never been so close to the edge of bliss with such a simple touch before.

“Oh hell,” I whimper. “Foster…”

“Don’t you fucking ‘Foster’ me right now. I’m two seconds from stripping these tights from your body and shoving my tongue between your thighs. I don’t give a shit who sees us.”

I almost forgot we’re in public.

I almost forgot because I don’t care.

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