Addictive Collision (19 page)

He kissed my hand gently. “Well, I mean every single word.”

A year earlier, I wouldn’t have imagined myself in such a place, with such a man, and I was so grateful for the chance to start over. I gazed at Foster as the waves crashed against the shore. In the moonlight, his blue eyes stole my breath away. I couldn’t believe I was standing on a Caribbean beach, under the stars, with the most gorgeous guy on the planet. I desperately wanted to lock my lips on his. His kisses were unforgettable, a devouring, addictive collision, and I wanted more.

“Thank you for a perfect day,” I said, smiling. “Being here with you makes it all the more special.”

“I feel the same way.”

I smiled.

“I love the way your eyes crinkle when you grin,” he said.

I smiled even wider.

“And I love the way your lips curl,” he said softly.

The more special he made me feel, the giddier I became. I felt like a schoolgirl around him anyway, and the wine and champagne only put me more at ease. I turned my head when the music changed. “A slow song,” I said.

“It’s pretty.”

“It’s ‘Colorblind,’ by Counting Crows.” It was an old song, but I knew it because Kyle played this on his guitar all the time. Erin even liked to play it on the piano.

I placed my arms on his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms tighter around my waist. Our eyes locked again, and we slow-danced to the beautiful melody under a million shining stars. Finally, our lips locked in a long, tender, slow kiss, so sweet, so pure that it melted my heart. Right there on that beach, I experienced pure magic.

My body tingled just looking at Foster. I peered up at him, ready to confess all. I was more than ready to spend the night with him. My body was burning up with desire, and I needed him more than air. “Foster...” I said.

He stroked a strand of hair from my eyes. “Yes?”

“I’m ready, just like the song says,” I said.

Foster stared at me intensely, with an undeniable passion written all over his face. He embraced me tightly, and I felt a spark deep inside my body. I circled my hands around his neck. His lips were magnetically pulled to mine, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss in a sensual dance. The taste and feel of him was absolutely divine. My heart pounded as the familiar electricity flooded through my body when he touched me.

I moaned softly against his mouth and ran my hands vigorously through his ebony hair. It was magical, mystical, and amazing. He slipped his hand under my blouse and ran his hand across my bare back. I was turned on by the feel of his heated touch against my skin. A surge of heat moved down into my stomach. I was on fire and knew my body needed and longed for his touch. I wanted to be naked, to feel his bare skin against mine.

All I knew in that moment, all I could concentrate on, was my desire for my handsome mailman. I could feel his strong bulge through the thin fabric of his shorts. I gasped as hot kisses inched down my neck, toward my cleavage. Foster exuded an inexplicable sexual energy, something I could not explain with mere words.

“I want...” I trailed off, gasping for breath.

He kissed along my jawline, then trailed his lips down my neck. Foster was irresistible.

“What do you want, Morgan?” he asked seductively.

Passion ignited within me. I touched his chest and looked wantonly into his eyes. “I want you sooooooo bad,” I whispered in his ear in a sultry, sexy voice. “I need to feel you inside me. Let’s go back to the room.” I wanted to kiss him, to make him all mine. I wanted to be held by him. I wanted to glide my hands over his naked chest. I wanted a loud, hot, sweaty collision, and I was sure he’d leave me with multiple, Earth-shattering orgasms.

He dived in for another passionate kiss, and I was overwhelmed with complete intoxication.

“I’ve never been so hungry, so thirsty for anyone,” I said between breaths.

His blue eyes blazed with lust. “Let me feed that hunger, quench your thirst.”

I couldn’t stop the shiver of desire from rushing through me. “I don’t think I can get you back to that room fast enough,” I said.

“Are you sure we’re not rushing things?” he asked. “The last thing I want to do is pressure you, baby. I need you to be okay with this, okay with...us.”

Touching his face, I stared deeply into his eyes. “Foster, at this very moment, I want you more than anything. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

His lips crashed back into mine. His kiss was so different from anything I’d ever experienced. It was hungry, demanding to be fed, the most intimate expression of desire. The man wanted me, and that was such a turn-on. There was something about having his lips against mine. I couldn’t stop, not if I even tried.

Gripping my hand, he led me to the hotel. We ran through the lobby and jumped into an elevator. When the elevator doors whooshed shut, he pinned me against the wall, his hand roaming everywhere. I pulled at the hem of his cotton shorts. His hands moved all over my body, grabbing my ass, then back up under my shirt. We fumbled with each other’s clothing as we hungrily kissed. He moved to the front and up over my black, lacy bra. His lips trailed down my neck, then back up to my mouth.

“We’ve gotta get to that room,” he said, breathing heavily.

My heart soared at the sound of his breathless words. The thought of somebody desiring me gave me a major boost in the self-confidence department. Tom wouldn’t come near me with a ten-foot pole, but Foster couldn’t keep his hands off me.

When the elevator stopped, he swept me off my feet and carried me down the hallway, kissing me all the way back to our room. He fumbled for the door key and unlocked the door. We rushed in, and he gently set me down. I madly grabbed his shirt as he pressed me up against the wall, assaulting me with a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. His lips explored my body, kissing, tonguing, and gently nipping. Everywhere he touched, licked, and kissed ignited a raging fire that bathed me in flames, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

He was ravishing me, and I had never been happier. I felt alive and brand new; his kisses were like a drug. His lips caressed my heated skin and moved down my body, slowly nipping and sucking. We locked lips again, and I kissed the man with everything I had, will all my emotions, as hard as I could. I kissed him fiercely, with all the intensity of a thousand suns.

He gently caressed my face as he stared deeply into my eyes. I could have stared into those blue pools forever. He carried me over to the bed, and I pulled his shirt off. He looked as glorious as I had imagined. My fingers trailed across his broad shoulders and down his chiseled chest, all the way to his rippling six-pack. He reached down to the bottom of my blouse and pulled it upward. I raised my hands above my head and allowed him to slide my shirt off. I slid off my bra, and my breasts spilled out. He unbuttoned my shorts and helped me slip them off. His breathing deepened as I unbuttoned his shorts and helped him finish getting undressed.

As Foster stood before me, in all his naked glory, I realized I’d forgotten how much I missed looking at a hot male body. I was floored by the size of his impressive erection. I ached for Foster, craved him with everything I had.

I wasted no time in licking him, starting at the base of his shaft, hungrily sucking and licking my way to the head. He groaned in ecstasy as he ran his hands through my hair.

“Oh, Morgan...”

I smiled with him still in my mouth; I loved the sound of my name coming from his lips.

“I don’t wanna cum...not yet,” he said.

He cupped my breasts, then kissed seductively down my chest, so close to my breasts that I could feel his hot breath. He was teasing me, and I was dying for him to kiss, touch, feast on my erect nipples. I’m was so turned on.

He kissed the soft skin all around as his hands trailed down my naked body, exploring my curves. He finally caressed my nipples with his tongue, and I quivered with delight. His lips settled on my left one, and a rush of electricity shot through my body. I reached out and pulled his head tighter against me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the way he cupped my breasts, the way his tongue flicked across my nipples, the way he gently tugged at them with his teeth, the way he pinched them between his fingers.

He buried his fingers deep in my hair as he kissed me even more deeply. I could feel his arousal against me as his lips captured mine in yet another intimate kiss. I ran my hands up his hard abs, then his chest, dancing my fingertips across every one of his muscles.

He slid a finger inside my wet haven, and my body bucked in sheer pleasure and pure bliss. My senses were on overload, and a shiver of ecstasy shot up my spine. He was definitely turning up the sexual heat, and I loved every minute of it.

“Don’t stop. It feels so good,” I said.

He sank two more fingers inside, teasing my throbbing clit, then worked his fingers in and out of me. I bit my lip and sucked in my breath. It felt so damn good. He started rubbing my clitoris harder, stroking it in a gentle, circular motion. His fingers began probing, exploring, and thrusting. My clit pulsed, a rush of pleasure tearing through me. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan. I couldn’t even describe the sensation running through my body. Sparks of pleasure lit a fire deep inside me. Tingling waves erupted as I exploded.

I felt the heat of his hot breath as his strong hands roamed over every inch of me, sparks flying through me with every touch. His mouth captured mine again in one of his amazing kisses. “Gosh, Foster. I-I need you so much,” I said.

“I want to you so bad, baby,” he replied.

Then he reached for a small, square packed. He ripped through the foil wrapper quickly and placed the circle of latex over his penis. He positioned his body on top of mine. I opened my legs, inviting him inside. He lifted my hands over my head and gently pinned them to the mattress as he took possession and tenderly entered me.

Oh my gosh!

I moaned in ecstasy. It had been so long, too damn long, and he felt so good inside me. I clung to him as he plunged, inch by incredible inch, deep inside me. Clutching the sheets, I drew in shuddered breaths.

When his length was about halfway in, he stopped.

“Keep going,” I coaxed. “It’s been a while for me.”

He moved into my channel slowly, taking care not to cause me discomfort. My body took him, adjusting to his incredible length inside me.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“Just...keep going,” I breathed against his lips.

Foster pulled out, then plunged into me once more. He slid into me with a slow, steady rhythm as I wrapped my legs around his hips. My eyes popped open at the incredible sensations flooding through me. It was as if my body was made for him; we fit together like jigsaw puzzle pieces. Our two bodies united and became one, and I loved the way he felt inside me.

“How does that feel?” he asked, his breath hot and heavy.

“You feel so good, Foster,” I said, moaning in pure pleasure.

He gazed at me lovingly, and our eyes locked.

I softly cupped his face. “Baby, I need you deeper.”

With each thrust, he buried himself into me.

I whimpered, needing more. “Please,” I begged. “More.”

Grinding against my clit, he pounded into me.

“You’re so tight,” he said.

“Keep going, keep going. I never want you to stop.”

My fingers stroked his strong arms and shoulders. He sucked on my breasts, and my fingers dug into his hips as he moved wildly in and out of me. Droplets of sweat trickled down my face and neck. I let out more groans of pleasure as my hands caressed his back. Our lips pressed together in a deep-tongued kiss, the intensity kiss driving me wild. We shared a fiery, insane chemistry that I couldn’t deny. I moaned against his mouth as his pounding cock pumped in and out of my body, both of us moving in perfect harmony. There were so many sensations to take in at once, from his steady rhythm, to his intoxicating kisses, to his hands caressing my breasts.

Our lovemaking then became slow and passionate. His lips brushed against mine, and he softly stroked my hair. I loved the feel of him against me, inside of me. The warmth and weight of his hard, muscular body against mine and the sound of his heartbeat was like no other experience. It took our lovemaking to the next level, deepening my connection with my lover.

Slow...hot...steamy...

He slowly thrust into me as he kissed me. He stared into my eyes as if he loved me with every sense of his being. It was so slow, rhythmic, and beautiful, something I had never experienced with my only other lover. His gentle, lingering kisses were so intimate. He put that emotion into every soft touch and kiss, and it felt meaningful, like one of the deepest experiences I ever had. We were two souls connecting as one. I savored every touch, every single sensation. I was being showered with his affections. He paid attention to every part of my body, whispering sweet nothings in my ear constantly. For a while, we just lay in bed, kissing and caressing, getting into the perfect rhythm, our breathing synchronized, physically melded. I was centered on the moment as moans escaped my lips, shuddering as his fingers grazed across my bare skin. I was soon lost in everything he was doing to me.

I finally knew what it felt like to really make love. In his eyes, I saw his vulnerability, his excitement, his fear, his love, and I was falling hard for him. I didn’t want to let my guard down, but in Foster’s arms, I couldn’t help it.

“You’re amazing,” he said, moaning through labored breaths.

I clung to his strong body, thrashing uncontrollably. He was a furnace of energy. With every thrust into my tight passage, his body consumed me. His hips moved in time with mine, and I couldn’t stop ooh-ing and aah-ing as his cock brushed against my clit with his all-out thrusting style. I screamed and shouted in pleasure; we sounded like an audiobook reading of
Fifty Shades of Grey
. He heated me up from the inside out, stroking the fire raging deep inside me.

“You make me feel so good,” he said, his breath labored.

My heart pounded, and my breathing deepened. I knew I was at the brink of something fantastic. We’re both glistening, dripping with sweat, and that only made everything hotter.