Foreman caught sight of Amber's grin as he pushed her more firmly against the wall, and it made his heart kick into a faster rhythm all on its own. Like he was falling into her trap, exactly where she wanted him, whether he was on top or not. He grinned back, waiting for the challenge. It came a second later--Amber bit him, and Foreman hissed, jerking his head back, before returning to kiss her even harder. He wasn't going to let her get the better of him that easily. It hurt like a bitch for a second, but after that it only heightened the sensation of the kiss, making everything sharper, more immediate. Foreman felt the throb of his pulse in his tongue and in his cock as he pushed against her. He was getting hard again, and he panted lightly when Amber ran her hands up his back. It was starting to take more of his concentration not to rush ahead too fast. More when Amber started stripping him down.

Foreman shrugged out of his suit coat. "You're making a lot of promises," he said, taunting her lightly, not hiding the quickness of his breathing but not wanting her to think that he was too easy either. He hummed contentedly when she started moving her kisses along his neck. The flutter of her fingers against his buttons turned him on, seeing how intent she was on getting him naked. He wanted to return the favour. See all of her. Every curve he'd felt through her clothes while they were dancing, when he'd pulled her close. He slipped his hands under the hem of her blouse, trailing his fingertips over her stomach, then spreading his palms wider as he continued up. Exploring, cupping her breasts through the lacy fabric of her bra, brushing his thumbs across her nipples. Foreman watched her through his eyelashes, looking for her reaction, then pinched one nipple, sharply, through her bra. Not quite revenge, but Foreman had a feeling Amber wanted something spicier than simple caresses. "Is that what you mean by better?" he murmured, tilting his head to whisper the words against her ear.