Page 83 of Crash into me
My eyes pan to the beautiful, shimmering ocean. “What about inside?” Foster asks, pulling his knees up in a curious manner.
“Hmm.” I think for a moment. “Cottage style. Little kitchen, maybe a bigger living room for like game nights and stuff.” I snicker. “And a loft bedroom with a porch that overlooks the ocean.”
“I never would have pegged you for a cottage type of girl.”
I blush as his knuckles caress my cheek. “Well, maybe there are some things you don’t know about me.”
“Well, maybe”—his strong hands grip my hips and he pulls me on top of him—“we can get to know each other even better”—his lips trail my jawline—“right now.”
I moan into his lips, our tongues rolling like the waves behind us. We hear a car pull up, and he pulls me away. “We didn’t claim our room.” He jumps up, grabbing my hand.
I have to run to keep up with his long legs as he drags me upstairs. We’re both in a fit of playful laughter by the time we make it to the upstairs bedroom. “Bed, check.” Foster walks around the room, gesturing to all of the things to see if they’re to our liking. “Attached bathroom.” He peeks his head in. “With a big ass tub, check.”
I pull open sheer white curtains to reveal a view you only see from a million-dollar condo. “Balcony, check.” I grin.
“Wow,” he agrees.
We sink into the bed, claiming our throne.
He rubs my bare shoulder. “We need to do this all the time.”
“What?” I ask. “Vacation?”
“Travel for races. I mean, think of all the things we would see.”
“That’s a lot of money.”
“Not when I win them all.” He grins sarcastically. “I’ve just never done anything like this.” His eyes drink in our new surroundings.
“Never been to North Carolina?” I wonder.
He shrugs. “This is the farthest I’ve ever been from home.”
“Wait,” I say, grabbing his arm, “seriously?”
“I’ve never left Florida,” he admits.
The thought makes me smile. “So, you’re experiencing something new, with me?”
He nods. “And I plan to enjoy it all.” A smirk lays on his face, his hands sliding up my legs.
He parts my thighs, sliding up between them. It never ceases to steal my breath when he looks at me. “Damn it!” Ryder’s standing in the doorway. He turns his head to yell down to the other guys, “These assholes claimed the best room!”
“Jerks!” Callum calls out from downstairs, laughing.
Foster throws a pillow at Ryder, who ducks. The pillow smacks Kate right in the face, who was standing behind him. “Oh, shit.” He cringes.
“Oh shit is right!” she hisses.
“Run,” I warn him, but he’s too late, and Kate’s too fast. She’s already hurling pillows at him as we break out into a childish, fun-as-hell pillow fight.
Private time is over for now, but tonight when he gets back, I want it to be special.
* * *
Wind whipsthe side of the condo. It’s powerful and consumes everything in its path. “Suit up, boys!” Foster calls out.
He put on a full racing suit, gloves, and riding boots, while his helmet dangles in his hands.