Amber's attempt at intimidation made Foreman's lips twitch into a smile. He'd never expected to hear her sound so young. The power and assurance were stripped away from what she was saying, so that only the words themselves were left. He didn't doubt that she'd go through with it, if she felt she had to. If she was hurt--if he hurt her. Foreman inhaled deeply. He'd promised, he'd taken on that responsibility. Usually he tried to avoid commitments, because of what they meant. He didn't break one lightly, and so he didn't promise just anything. Tonight, with Amber's arms holding to him tightly, as if she was searching for some sense of stability, made him realize that in some ways she wasn't as strong as she seemed. If she could show him that, he could let himself open up, too.
When she deepened the kiss, Foreman followed her lead. Compared to the rough, hasty urgency earlier, it was nearly a revelation. He'd been so fucking hot before, he hadn't stopped to think. By the time Amber had cornered him in the bathroom the last thing on his mind had been why, or what it meant, or what it could be. Now he could let his feelings guide him, rather than his dick. The flick of Amber's tongue across his lips tingled, and Foreman moved forward, not to press, but to answer her. Simply to have time. Long moments to meet her tongue, lick his way into her mouth, feeling his breathing quicken through his nose.
He grinned when Amber asked where the bedroom was. "I won't think less of you," he said, a warm thread of amusement in his voice, but it was true. He felt like he'd just had a good workout, his muscles humming with an almost achy warmth, but his pulse was quick, waking him up and leaving him alert, eager. God, she could turn him on with nothing more than her voice. Her promises. When she kissed him again, Foreman let out a groan into her mouth, pushing a little harder. He let go of her long enough to shrug out of his coat, letting it fall to the floor in the entryway. He reached for Amber's, undid the last button, and brushed it off her shoulders. "Down the hall," he said. "I'll show you."
That felt like a promise, too. He might not have been able to tell Amber at every moment what he meant, what he wanted, but Foreman was certain that he could show her. He took her hand and led the way, until they were standing near the center of his bedroom. The blinds were drawn, so Foreman reached for the light, flicking it on. "I want to see you," he said, and moved close again, kissing her at the same time that he slipped his hands under her shirt, meaning to push it up, away.
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When she deepened the kiss, Foreman followed her lead. Compared to the rough, hasty urgency earlier, it was nearly a revelation. He'd been so fucking hot before, he hadn't stopped to think. By the time Amber had cornered him in the bathroom the last thing on his mind had been why, or what it meant, or what it could be. Now he could let his feelings guide him, rather than his dick. The flick of Amber's tongue across his lips tingled, and Foreman moved forward, not to press, but to answer her. Simply to have time. Long moments to meet her tongue, lick his way into her mouth, feeling his breathing quicken through his nose.
He grinned when Amber asked where the bedroom was. "I won't think less of you," he said, a warm thread of amusement in his voice, but it was true. He felt like he'd just had a good workout, his muscles humming with an almost achy warmth, but his pulse was quick, waking him up and leaving him alert, eager. God, she could turn him on with nothing more than her voice. Her promises. When she kissed him again, Foreman let out a groan into her mouth, pushing a little harder. He let go of her long enough to shrug out of his coat, letting it fall to the floor in the entryway. He reached for Amber's, undid the last button, and brushed it off her shoulders. "Down the hall," he said. "I'll show you."
That felt like a promise, too. He might not have been able to tell Amber at every moment what he meant, what he wanted, but Foreman was certain that he could show her. He took her hand and led the way, until they were standing near the center of his bedroom. The blinds were drawn, so Foreman reached for the light, flicking it on. "I want to see you," he said, and moved close again, kissing her at the same time that he slipped his hands under her shirt, meaning to push it up, away.