Page 77 of Campus Crush
I reached behind me, and sure enough, there was a wet spot on his underwear. A smile pulled at my cheeks.
He frowned. “Don’t let this mislead you into thinking I don’t have stamina because I definitely do and someday I’ll prove it to you.” He wrapped his arms around me, his own lips curling in a small smile. “But you are so sexy when you come, I was already coming before I even realized it.”
“That’s kinda hot,” I admitted.
His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said, leaning down to kiss him again. “You know, we could do more tonight, if you want to.”
He slid a piece of hair behind my ear. “I believe I promised you romance for your first time, and romance you’ll get.”
“I don’t need romance. It’s not like I held on to my virginity as some kind of romantic gesture. I just never found the time or person I wanted to lose it to.”
He wrapped his strong arms around me. “I want sex to be special with us. We don’t have to wait long if you don’t want to, but at least let me make it a little romantic for you.”
I snuggled into his arms, resting my head on his chest. “If you insist.”
I just hoped he wouldn’t make us wait too long because I already knew I was ready for that next step.
THIRTY-EIGHT
He didn’t make me wait long at all. After a few more nights of hot hookups that had both of us pushing the line closer and closer, I wasn’t surprised that he was ready to give in. But Iwassurprised when I showed up to the hockey house to find it empty. Usually there was at least one of his roommates home when I’d come over.
Foster was quiet as he walked me up to his room, and when he opened the door, my breath caught.
There were rose petals scattered on the bed and string lights set up on the walls, creating a romantic ambiance that hadn’t been here yesterday. There was even soft music playing from the laptop on his desk.
“Foster…” I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion.
I never thought I wanted hearts and flowers. I wasn’t holding on to my virginity as if it was some gift or anything. But I’d never expected this.
“I know it’s not much?—”
“Are you kidding? Foster, this is…it’s a lot more than I ever thought I’d have.”
He frowned. “You deserve the world.” He gripped theback of his neck. “I thought about booking a nice hotel room and making it romantic, but that felt a little too cliché, and I don’t want you to feel pressured?—”
“I don’t,” I assured him. If anything, I was the one who’d been pushing for us to take this next step. It was Foster who kept slowing us down because he wanted me to be sure.
I was sure.
A moment passed between us, the air heavy with what was coming. Foster's eyes never left mine as he closed the distance until I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His fingers found the hem of my shirt, and with deliberate slowness, he lifted it over my head.
The cool air kissed my skin, but it was his gaze that sent goosebumps racing across my body. His finger traced my collarbone, feather-light, before dipping down between my breasts. My lungs struggled to find a rhythm as each shallow breath came faster than the last. The intensity in his eyes made me feel like he was seeing parts of me no one else ever had—not just my body, but something deeper.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” His voice was rough, like sandpaper wrapped in velvet.
“I do now,” I whispered, the words catching on my breath. Every day, Foster made sure I knew—with his words, his eyes, his touch.
“You should be worshipped every day” —a sly grin lifted the corner of his lips—”and I volunteer as tribute.”
I huffed out a laugh before all the breath was sucked from my lungs when he replaced his finger with his lips.
My hands were shaking—partly because I didn’t know what to do with them and partly because his slow teasing touch was wreaking havoc on my body. He kissed down to my stomach and then got down on his knees.
He looked up at me, and in that moment I understood what it meant to feel powerful.
Here was this sexy as hell man on his kneesfor me.
