Fingers trailing over Amber's stomach, Foreman was determined to study her by touch, reading Braille in the heat of her skin, the tone of her muscles. He felt them quiver, tense and relax with Amber's breathing. The silk of her top brushed the backs of his knuckles. He'd meant to push her shirt off right away, uncover her, so that he could spend the same unhurried time admiring every inch of her, his hands and mouth following where his eyes led him. As soon as he'd formed that intention, though, Amber distracted him, kissing him fiercely. Her hands were busy, pushing his suit coat off, moving to his shoulders and then back to his throat to start on his shirt buttons. His tie was already hanging loose. He was falling behind, while Amber moved with the same single-minded determination that had caught him off-guard so many times already. He had to catch up.
But Amber's words wiped away whatever he'd meant to do. It wasn't the first time she'd said something like that. I'm here for the man. You have no idea how much I like you. You make me so hot. Self-satisfaction roared through Foreman, making him far more than smug. Like he'd won a victory. Pride and heat, clenching low in his stomach, and the desire to prove to her that he could do more than that. She was going too fast, for all she'd told him she wanted this slow. Foreman inhaled quickly, realizing that. Amber would have him hard and desperate all too soon if he didn't fight for what she said she'd wanted. He took his hands from under her shirt and lifted them to her arms, his fingers circling her wrists. "So let me," he said, meeting her eyes for a moment. It was nearly a taunt. He was stronger than she was, and his grip, while not tight, would be hard for her to break. Pulling Amber's hands away from his shirt, hanging half-open now, Foreman raised an eyebrow to...ask her if this was all right, or to tease her by holding her still, he didn't know himself which. "Amber. Let me." He leaned in and kissed her again. Too lightly, slowing the pace, then moving lower. He tasted her throat, lingering, open-mouthed kisses guiding him from her jaw to her pulse point, then down to the notch at the base of her throat. God, she was right. So hot, burning against his lips. Foreman nosed aside the neckline of her shirt to follow the line of her collarbone, sucking hard and then teasing with just the tip of his tongue. Her skin was flushed pink, and Foreman wanted to follow that blush as far as it went. Amber was beautiful naked, but she was all the more provocative when he couldn't see everything, when he teased himself as much as her by leaving her clothes in place.
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But Amber's words wiped away whatever he'd meant to do. It wasn't the first time she'd said something like that. I'm here for the man. You have no idea how much I like you. You make me so hot. Self-satisfaction roared through Foreman, making him far more than smug. Like he'd won a victory. Pride and heat, clenching low in his stomach, and the desire to prove to her that he could do more than that. She was going too fast, for all she'd told him she wanted this slow. Foreman inhaled quickly, realizing that. Amber would have him hard and desperate all too soon if he didn't fight for what she said she'd wanted. He took his hands from under her shirt and lifted them to her arms, his fingers circling her wrists. "So let me," he said, meeting her eyes for a moment. It was nearly a taunt. He was stronger than she was, and his grip, while not tight, would be hard for her to break. Pulling Amber's hands away from his shirt, hanging half-open now, Foreman raised an eyebrow to...ask her if this was all right, or to tease her by holding her still, he didn't know himself which. "Amber. Let me." He leaned in and kissed her again. Too lightly, slowing the pace, then moving lower. He tasted her throat, lingering, open-mouthed kisses guiding him from her jaw to her pulse point, then down to the notch at the base of her throat. God, she was right. So hot, burning against his lips. Foreman nosed aside the neckline of her shirt to follow the line of her collarbone, sucking hard and then teasing with just the tip of his tongue. Her skin was flushed pink, and Foreman wanted to follow that blush as far as it went. Amber was beautiful naked, but she was all the more provocative when he couldn't see everything, when he teased himself as much as her by leaving her clothes in place.