Foreman could have kicked himself. Of course she wasn't interested in fucking, not after he'd been a pain in the ass most of the morning. One look at her body and everything was peachy again? Yeah, he should have guessed that she wouldn't be ready just because he'd suddenly checked in with this sex drive. Foreman backed off as quickly as he could, angry embarrassment nearly undoing all the good the promise of exercise had done.
Amber's next accusation caught him off-guard. You expect to act pissed off with the whole damn world and still get some? Not likely--those were the words he was waiting to hear. The fact that they hadn't kissed hadn't so much as entered his mind. They'd been close from the moment they woke up. Playing footsie under the table, wrestling like kids--he'd carried her back to the bed and practically used his whole body to pin her down. They'd been wrapped in each other's arms until the conversation soured. Maybe they hadn't kissed but all of that seemed to show that it would've been only a matter of time.
He didn't have a chance to point any of that out. A short moan rose in his throat, surprise mostly, but also arousal at just how urgent Amber's kiss was. He was the one slammed back against the lockers, his arms full of Amber; his hug was tight and an instinctive answer. Just as deeply, he kissed her back, opening his mouth and twining his tongue against hers. Not thinking. It was what he'd wanted. A distraction. Breath rushing and heart slamming, all in five seconds flat. Responding to Amber's passion was simple, because he didn't have to think about why.
Even as his hands roamed down, over Amber's ass, and pulled her all the more satisfyingly against him, though, why was still tripping him up. Because they hadn't kissed all day? What did that have to do with now? Was there a countdown, number of hours they could spend without having sex, and once that time ran out it didn't matter what kind of mood they were in because they were on a schedule? Foreman ripped away from the kiss without moving away; his bent forehead rested against Amber's, and his hands were still massaging her ass. "I'm sorry," he said, testing his way. "I was being an ass. But--" He was still confused, and uncertain of his theory. The idea that he'd get it wrong and ruin this made him hesitate. "That doesn't change this..." Kissing you. Easier to show than to say, and he leaned in close to kiss her again, strongly, but with a gentler intent.
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Amber's next accusation caught him off-guard. You expect to act pissed off with the whole damn world and still get some? Not likely--those were the words he was waiting to hear. The fact that they hadn't kissed hadn't so much as entered his mind. They'd been close from the moment they woke up. Playing footsie under the table, wrestling like kids--he'd carried her back to the bed and practically used his whole body to pin her down. They'd been wrapped in each other's arms until the conversation soured. Maybe they hadn't kissed but all of that seemed to show that it would've been only a matter of time.
He didn't have a chance to point any of that out. A short moan rose in his throat, surprise mostly, but also arousal at just how urgent Amber's kiss was. He was the one slammed back against the lockers, his arms full of Amber; his hug was tight and an instinctive answer. Just as deeply, he kissed her back, opening his mouth and twining his tongue against hers. Not thinking. It was what he'd wanted. A distraction. Breath rushing and heart slamming, all in five seconds flat. Responding to Amber's passion was simple, because he didn't have to think about why.
Even as his hands roamed down, over Amber's ass, and pulled her all the more satisfyingly against him, though, why was still tripping him up. Because they hadn't kissed all day? What did that have to do with now? Was there a countdown, number of hours they could spend without having sex, and once that time ran out it didn't matter what kind of mood they were in because they were on a schedule? Foreman ripped away from the kiss without moving away; his bent forehead rested against Amber's, and his hands were still massaging her ass. "I'm sorry," he said, testing his way. "I was being an ass. But--" He was still confused, and uncertain of his theory. The idea that he'd get it wrong and ruin this made him hesitate. "That doesn't change this..." Kissing you. Easier to show than to say, and he leaned in close to kiss her again, strongly, but with a gentler intent.