Page 57 of Crash into me

Thirty minutes into Frozen and she’s passed out snoring. Foster scoops her up to take her to her room. “Where are we sleeping?” I ask.

He nods his head down the hall. “Last room on the left.” There’s a tinge to his tone.

I walk into what I assumed would be a guest room, but it’s unmistakably Foster’s. Band posters hang on the wall, my eyes landing on a bikini-clad girl on a bike.

“You’re hotter,” Foster chimes after bringing Sophie to her room. He leans against the doorframe watching me.

“I thought you didn’t live here.”

He shrugs. “I don’t.” Then, he flops onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Well, not anymore. When my parents …” He trails off. “Me and Soph moved here, but I only stayed for a year before joining the guys.”

“Joining the guys,” I repeat. “Why don’t you have a name for them?”

A laugh escapes him. “Because that’s lame.” He turns, pulling up my shirt to plant a kiss on my hip.

I peer around, seeing guitar strings on tables. Matte black walls, music notebooks. This is a time capsule of him. “Do you ever stay here?”

He shakes his head, his hair tickling my stomach. “Not since I left. It’s just not safe.” He looks up at me. “I guess nothing is safe now.” His mind is thinking of the Keeper, the shadow lurking loan shark. “Enough of that.”

He whips my body around to lay correctly on the bed as he opens my legs.

“I want some of this,” he growls like an animal, his perfect teeth sinking into the beltline of my jeans.

“Is she asleep?” I ask.

“Other end of the house, passed out with a fan on,” he assures me.

Butterflies rise in my stomach as his fingertips outline my skin; his touch is like fire. Dangerous and beautiful, I want to float into embers.

Our lips collide. His soft lips transport me into another world, one without worry or debts, without fear or second guessing.

A steady growth of warmth between our bodies makes his inked abs ignite. Breathlessly, I trail my finger along his tattoo. I’ll never forget those words.

For you, yes.

Anything Skyler, anything for you, he had said.

“Do you love me?” I ask, having never experienced this level of heart pounding feelings.

“I would move fucking mountains for you, Skyler.” He dips his head, planting kisses across my skin as he moves down. “Yes. Yes, I fucking adore you.” He holds my legs apart, looking at me as though he’s going to devour every single inch of me. “I worship you.” His tongue rolls in circles against my clit, and I wrap my hands through his thick hair.

“I’ve missed this.” His breath is hot against me, sending a fire to my core.

I moan, my legs already shaking. “I did … I did too,” I gasp out.

Once he’s had his fill tasting me, he reaches up and cups my breast while swirling his tongue on my clit, making sure I climax before he slides up to face me.

He strokes himself, sliding inside of me carefully, slowly, too slowly.

His midnight eyes stare back at me. He’s holding himself back. For me.

“Take me,” I plead.

He thrusts a little deeper. “I am.”

A million jealous thoughts run through my mind, of how careful he is with me and how much fun other girls have been for him. We’ve been through too much together; we both have pent up anger and rage at this fucked up world.

And we need to release it.