Always. The word tangled Foreman up. Forever was too much to promise. But he couldn't imagine giving up having Amber arching against him, even more eager to press into him than his arms drawing her in. He grunted sharply at her bite, and twisted his head away from her teeth. The throb of pain in his ear urged him to turn the tables, and he rolled easily, pushing her back against the lockers with a rattling clang as all the combination locks around them rang against the doors. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, and threw his weight against her, like it was proof. His hands moved from her ass to her wrists, squeezing spasmodically, an echo of the wrestling clinch he'd had her in. Holding her captive under his kiss. His hips pinned her against the lockers as much as anything else, and he gave up gentle to give himself entirely over to the kiss. He invaded her mouth, trying to fight her on whatever terms she wanted to make it. The physical sensation was thrilling, and it kept his blood pumping angrily.
"It's not--" But maybe it was a fight. He'd thought of the kiss as a competition, or something he could win. How fucked up was that? Either he'd absorbed too much of Amber's world view or he was already taking the wrong perspective on a relationship he wanted to last. Foreman let go of Amber's hands, and stroked his palms along her body, ending at her hips. Had he been the only one with anything to apologize for? He'd stiffened up the second she'd mentioned meeting her family, but that was his own damn paranoia, nothing Amber had done wrong. "I fucked up." He forced his body to stay loose, and lightened the press of his body against her. "I hate--talking. When I can't...it doesn't help." Eyes closed, he tried to imagine anyone, even Amber, accepting his family as they were. But she'd stayed with him even when he nearly growled her away from him, and she hadn't demanded a million questions about Marcus, either when he'd told her, or since. It made him freeze up, imagining that he could trust her. But that was what they were fighting over, wasn't it? That was what she hated. Foreman breathed out, shuddering and slow. "But you should know."
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"It's not--" But maybe it was a fight. He'd thought of the kiss as a competition, or something he could win. How fucked up was that? Either he'd absorbed too much of Amber's world view or he was already taking the wrong perspective on a relationship he wanted to last. Foreman let go of Amber's hands, and stroked his palms along her body, ending at her hips. Had he been the only one with anything to apologize for? He'd stiffened up the second she'd mentioned meeting her family, but that was his own damn paranoia, nothing Amber had done wrong. "I fucked up." He forced his body to stay loose, and lightened the press of his body against her. "I hate--talking. When I can't...it doesn't help." Eyes closed, he tried to imagine anyone, even Amber, accepting his family as they were. But she'd stayed with him even when he nearly growled her away from him, and she hadn't demanded a million questions about Marcus, either when he'd told her, or since. It made him freeze up, imagining that he could trust her. But that was what they were fighting over, wasn't it? That was what she hated. Foreman breathed out, shuddering and slow. "But you should know."