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“So, do you?”
“I have lunch scheduled with Zane and Lana. I want to see my nephews. You’re welcome to join me.”
Wrinkles form in his smooth of his forehead as he frowns. “Your brother doesn’t like me, and I’m not good with babies.”
“You promised you’d try.”
Foster sighs, giving in, “I did, but you have to admit, I’ve been good.”
He’s right. He’s dutifully attended Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations at my parents’ house, along with my mother’s birthday. Foster was ever the gentleman, ignoring my brother’s evil looks and engaging my father in conversation regarding his investments.
I place my hand on his arm. “Please? For me?”
Foster licks his lips. “What do I get in return?”
“What do you want?”
“A kiss.”
My breath catches in my throat. “A kiss?”
“Am I that bad?”
I lean over and give him a peck on the cheek. “Satisfied?”
“No. I meant my lips.”
“I’m not sure.”
Foster lifts himself up on his elbow and presses his lips to mine, keeping them there for a moment. They are warm and soft, and the stubble on his face brushes my chin. I don’t move as my body heats up. My nipples once again tighten into hard peaks. Unwilling to separate, I slip my hand around the back of his head. He takes it as a cue, gently pushing his tongue into my mouth to seek my own.
We are soon locked in a deep, passionate kiss, our breathing picking up as our tongues tangle. Foster Black could kiss. My heart is pounding in my chest when he finally breaks away from me. His green eyes had darkened so much that his irises nearly blend with his pupils.
“That… I’m sorry,” he says breathily.
“For what?” I whisper.
“Going too far.”
“I liked it. You kiss well.”
He smirks. “Is that a compliment?”
“Take it as you want. Will you come to Zane’s with me?”
“I have no choice now. I promised, all for the price of a kiss. You should head to bed; it’s getting late.”
I don’t want to leave Foster’s bedroom; I want more, even if it is just kissing. It has been so long since I shared a passionate kiss with anyone. But he was right; this shouldn’t turn into something it’s not. I would only end up getting hurt, and I suffer enough of that in the romance department.
I climb off the bed. “Tonight was fun. Same time next week?”
Foster smiles. “It’ll be your turn to pick the movie. A romantic flick to torture me?”
“Maybe I’ll surprise you,” I say as I walk out the door.
In my bed, a few minutes later, I try to ignore the throb between my legs. Foster, other than his dilated pupils, seemed unaffected by the kiss. But maybe I was wrong.
“Would you like some coffee?” Foster asks as I enter the kitchen.
