They'd been kissing so lightly that when Amber let out a small, sharp sound and pulled him closer, the rush of arousal caught Foreman unguarded. As he'd settled into the steady, soothing flow of exchanged kisses and touches, he'd felt like he could go on like this forever, never raise the pitch, never let it die away again. But the push of her hips against his reminded him, with a wave of sensation, how much he already wanted, how much more he could have.
Amber pulled him forward, until he settled his weight against her easily, between her hips. Without her shoes, Foreman didn't have to tilt his head to meet her eyes, to kiss her, and he took advantage, sliding his tongue against hers, exploring her mouth, his warmth and desire growing with every passing moment.
Under the light from the windows, Amber's skin glowed. After she spoke, her lips were parted, and Foreman obeyed instinct or invitation and kissed her, tasting her again. The hint of lipstick had nearly disappeared, rubbed away by each passing touch. Her order--and he suspected it was an order, no matter how breathlessly she'd phrased it--brought a surge of heat through his body, and he smiled, at once enjoying the feeling and not calling it to his attention, so that he could keep going like this without letting his body take control of his mind. Leaning on the desk, her body tilted back slightly, Amber couldn't have looked more desireable if she'd tried. God, she was so gorgeous. Even in the low light, her eyes were bright, and he could see what she wanted in the eager catch and release of her breath. Touching her with fingertips only, Foreman drew lines over her blouse; down her arms, over her stomach, between her breasts. Above the neckline of the shirt, where she'd already opened a few buttons, her skin was flushed and warm, and Foreman wanted to lean in and taste it.
He met her eyes when he finally brought his hands up to the next button. He undid it and grinned at her, teasing. Each button, he undid with resolute attention, letting his palms hover just over her skin. When he'd finally finished, he pushed the blouse off, his hands smoothing across her shoulders and down to her wrists until it had fallen on the desk behind her. "Anything else?" he asked, before sucking lightly on her earlobe, leaving hot, nipping kisses on her throat while he waited for her answer.
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Amber pulled him forward, until he settled his weight against her easily, between her hips. Without her shoes, Foreman didn't have to tilt his head to meet her eyes, to kiss her, and he took advantage, sliding his tongue against hers, exploring her mouth, his warmth and desire growing with every passing moment.
Under the light from the windows, Amber's skin glowed. After she spoke, her lips were parted, and Foreman obeyed instinct or invitation and kissed her, tasting her again. The hint of lipstick had nearly disappeared, rubbed away by each passing touch. Her order--and he suspected it was an order, no matter how breathlessly she'd phrased it--brought a surge of heat through his body, and he smiled, at once enjoying the feeling and not calling it to his attention, so that he could keep going like this without letting his body take control of his mind. Leaning on the desk, her body tilted back slightly, Amber couldn't have looked more desireable if she'd tried. God, she was so gorgeous. Even in the low light, her eyes were bright, and he could see what she wanted in the eager catch and release of her breath. Touching her with fingertips only, Foreman drew lines over her blouse; down her arms, over her stomach, between her breasts. Above the neckline of the shirt, where she'd already opened a few buttons, her skin was flushed and warm, and Foreman wanted to lean in and taste it.
He met her eyes when he finally brought his hands up to the next button. He undid it and grinned at her, teasing. Each button, he undid with resolute attention, letting his palms hover just over her skin. When he'd finally finished, he pushed the blouse off, his hands smoothing across her shoulders and down to her wrists until it had fallen on the desk behind her. "Anything else?" he asked, before sucking lightly on her earlobe, leaving hot, nipping kisses on her throat while he waited for her answer.