Foreman raised his eyebrows, smugly pleased when Amber made the move he'd refrained from. The fact that he couldn't do it himself didn't sit well with him, but hell, she'd said she wanted to try something new, something long term. He didn't know if he believed her assurances, but the idea only made him feel more strongly about her. He wanted to work it out, as long as she'd stay. And she'd said she wanted to learn. With a promise like that, he'd hold himself back for now. Especially when Amber wasn't shy about kissing him, morning breath and all.

Foreman tipped his head back, meeting her lips and deepening the kiss, going as fast as she wanted. Lazily, he brought his hands down her back, holding her hips and then cupping his palms over her ass. Her nightdress had already risen up, and Foreman took full advantage. He hooked a finger under the edge of Amber's thong, slipping his fingertip back and forth under the elastic. "Good morning," he said, giving full reign to his self-satisfaction. "Thanks for giving my arm back." He squeezed her ass with his right hand, testing to see if he had full motor control back. "We may not have to amputate after all."