Page 86 of This Kind of Forever
She only smiles.
We make it to the second level in record time. Soon, I’m shutting my bedroom door behind us. Not that it matters—we have the house completely to ourselves tonight.
I draw her into my arms again, stealing another kiss. Her lips are soft, but they match mine in intensity. Further proof that Hallie Foster was created for me in every way imaginable.
Hallie starts working on my belt. She unhooks the buckle, then slides it from my belt loops. It lands on the floor audibly. I let her unfasten the button of my pants and tug down my fly before stepping out of her hold.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
I sit back on the end of the bed, and the confused pout that appears on her lips makes me want to kiss her all over again.
“Take your clothes off for me, baby.”
She must have wanted to be comfortable for girls’ night because she’s wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. Only, now I realize it isn’t her shirt—it’s mine. I’m not sure how I missed the Kip Island Fire Department logo on her chest earlier, but I can’t now.
Hooking her thumbs into her waistband, Hallie drags her pants down her legs, baring her skin. She tosses them aside and grabs the hem of the shirt.
“You like wearing my shirt, Foster?” I ask. She gives a sheepish nod. “You look damn good in it.”
“Still want me to take it off?” She blinks innocently, but there’s a mischievous edge to her words.
“Yeah, baby. I need to see you.”
The shirt comes off, and she stands before me in her bra and underwear.
She takes a step toward me, but I shake my head. With a frustrated huff, she unclasps her bra, letting her breasts free. They’re the perfect handful. Everything about Hallie was made to fit my hands. The soft give at her hips, the curve of her stomach. She looks like one of those old paintings you would see in a museum.
I have to stop myself from reaching for her as I conveniently forget why I’m torturing both of us in the first place.
Hallie dips two fingers inside her underwear, rubbing herself. My fists clench on top of my knees.
“Off, baby. I want them off.”
“Gabriel,” she says, breathless, “please touch me.”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
“Why?”
“I haven’t made good on my promises yet.” I stand from the bed. “I want you bare, and then I want you on your back.”
Her irises flare at my words. In a blink, her underwear is pulled down her thighs and discarded. This woman… I still can’t quite believe I get to have her like this.
For now, a quiet voice in the back of my mind hisses.Until she disappears again.
I shake off the uncertainty, focusing on Hallie. She’s still here, and she’s all mine.
She climbs onto my bed and lies back, her hair fanning out around her. With her feet propped up on the mattress and herthighs parted, I have the perfect view of her hand sliding down her stomach to reach her clit.
Hallie’s fingers circle her clit, and then two dip inside her entrance, gathering her wetness. Those same fingers rub her clit again before plunging back inside. Her thighs widen, and her hips lift off the bed. She’s mesmerizing as she works herself over.
Keeping my eyes trained on her movements, I remove my clothes. Then I kneel at the foot of the bed, stroking myself. My cock has been fully hard since Hallie started taking her clothes off, and now the tip is leaking.
“Gabe,” she pleads. “I want…more. I want you.”
My restraint is on the verge of snapping. After the buildup earlier and watching her touch herself, I’m beyond ready to bury myself inside her. But still, I wait.
With the hand that isn’t between her legs, Hallie rolls one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It further stiffens at her touch. She quickens the pace on her clit, chasing release, but I can see the frustration building when she can’t quite get there.
