Foster picked me up and walked through the apartment as though he’d been in there several times before. Not that the apartment was some place with hidden walls, halls, or rooms. We kissed passionately as he took his chances and kicked open the first door he saw.

He stepped into the bedroom and I groaned as I broke the kiss. “No… not mine…”

I was breathless already. My hands dug into his hair and I stared straight at him as he turned and went for the next door.

This was insane. This was still wrong. An hour ago, Foster was in a relationship. He was committed to someone else. And now he was staring at me, kicking the right door open, the door to my bedroom. I saw the intentions in his eyes and I felt those same intentions in my heart. This wasn’t who I was… I didn’t do this stuff.

But it was Foster.

It was Foster…

“Yes,” I whispered as he stepped into the bedroom.

He swung his foot and the door slammed shut behind him. We were in pitch black darkness. Foster kept walking and when he bumped into the bed, he let me go. I let out a yell as I fell, bouncing. I heard him shuffling around as I sat up and reached for his shirt. The fewer seconds we wasted on this stuff meant that there was less of a chance for me to come to my senses and stop this craziness from happening.

He turned on the lamp next to my bed, providing a soft and comfortable light across my room. He pushed at me and climbed right on top of me. My hands slid up his shirt, feeling familiar muscle, all the way to his shoulders, leaving him with no choice but to let me take his shirt off. My hands quickly moved to his jeans, opening them. I knew exactly what I wanted…

Foster lowered himself down to block me. He kissed me again. His right hand moved down my body and gripped tightly at my hip. It made my hips jump at him. I felt his thickness hidden inside his jeans.

The kiss was short lived though. Foster broke away and I put my head back, letting him kiss my neck. His hand came up and gripped the bottom of my shirt and pushed it up. He moved from my neck to my body. Just below my breasts, leaving me tingling, wanting him to start over. But Foster kept going. Kiss after kiss, trailing down my stomach as it fluttered.

He bit at the top of my pants, growling as he pulled. I looked down and his eyes were looking up at me. I opened my pants for him, his hands already at my hips, pulling. He showed his teeth to me, his eyes burning hot, stripping me. Ripping my pants down over my shoes. Tearing my shoes off. Skipping the sultry move of touching my legs as he went for my panties. Instead, he just took hold and ripped. With one hand, pulling, leaving me to wiggle and dance with my hips so he could get them off. His hands gently rested at my inner thighs, pushing. I opened my legs and let out a sigh before he even touched my sex. His thumbs eased against my folds as his mouth came forward to kiss me. Everything tightened as his lips pressed against my wetness. I put my arms on the bed and lifted myself, already rocking at him, wanting more.

Foster pulled away and let out a growling sound as he licked his lips, tasting me on him. He came forward against me, exhaling, his breath hitting me, making me shiver. His tongue sliced up and down, breaking me open instantly, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. The tip of his tongue came back up and pressed against the tender nub of my clit. I jumped and quickly grasped his hair. He hit his favorite spot… my favorite spot…

And he didn’t let up.

He could have written eight pages of lyrics with his tongue against me. And I provided the sounds. My body rocking and pumping, my voice bouncing off the walls.

Foster bringing me to the edge with his mouth… his perfect mouth…

And then he was gone.

My body sank into the bed as I looked down. My entire body quivering as I was literally right there… my mouth open in shock, unable to comprehend that he was not there anymore.

Foster stood up and pushed his jeans down. I gasped when his hardness popped free. I had almost forgotten how full he was. Like nothing and nobody ever before. There wasn’t another person that could give me what Foster could.

He climbed back on the bed, his hands sliding along the sheets. Not even touching himself as he lowered down, seeking my heat, finding it with ease. Thrusting forward with nothing resembling gentleness, taking himself to the hilt, taking all of me with him.

His right hand slid behind my head and he held me. Holding himself so deep inside me, bucking his hips, claiming me. He grunted as he thrust. He came down and kissed me. Hard. Wild. The kind of kiss I had waited too long to have again.

Foster slowly pulled back, leaving me shivering with each inch of himself working its way out of me… only to slam forward again inside me. I groaned as his tongue explored my mouth the way he had just been exploring between my legs. Foster was the only person to get this out of me. To make me feel this way. To fuck me and love me at the same time.

His left hand grabbed my hip and held me where he wanted me. He broke the kiss and inched away. I realized I was still wearing my shirt and bra. Foster went there next. Pumping himself at me as we both wrestled with my shirt and bra. The moment so hot and messy at the same time. He slipped a hand to my back and kept me in a sort of seated position. Our faces a few inches apart. Staring at each other. I tried to hold back as best I could but there was no stopping it. No stopping the feeling. No stopping the climax.

I grabbed his arms and held as tightly as I could. Between my legs, I clenched as the pleasure mounted to its breaking point. I felt like I was going to explode and in some way I did. I pulled myself forward and cried his name as I tried to bite his chest.

I thought maybe I would feel regret after the first time climaxing… but I didn’t. I wanted more. I wanted it all.

Because no matter what, Foster was always going to be mine.

* * *

The last thrust from his body was the hardest and deepest I’d ever felt him. Foster buried his face into my neck. My hands spread across his back. My ankles were locked together as I pulled at him, feeling him finishing over and over.

Foster began to gently rock his hips, the slowest he had moved all night, making sure I felt everything. Trust me, I felt everything. I felt more than he probably meant to make me feel.

His hands gripped onto the sheets as he kept going, moving slower by the second. I started to move my hands, up and down his back, feeling his sweat, feeling his muscle.

He finally moved, sliding to my right, turning me so we faced each other. Our legs entangled as though it were instinct. He touched my face, moving pieces of hair out of it. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb flirting with my lips.

“Shit, Rose,” he whispered. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” he said back and smiled. “I’m sorry I missed your birthday.”

“I think you just made up for it,” I said.

“Even still…”

“Foster, you know my birthday doesn’t mean much to me.”

“I know,” he said. “It never has. No matter what anyone did for you.”

“That’s why you stopped trying to do anything for it,” I said. “And that really meant a lot to me.”

“Meant,” he whispered. “Stopped. All in the past. I don’t know if I want to talk about the past right now, Rose.”

“Then what do we talk about?” I asked, smiling.

“You. You’re so fucking beautiful, Rose. To see you. To touch you. To feel you. I don’t get how you can keep getting more and more perfect.”

“Says the guy who just got laid,” I said.

“Hey, to be fair, if I wanted to sweet talk you, I’d do it before you were naked.”

“True.”

“I’m being serious,” Foster said. He started to stroke my cheek. He kept going, down to my neck, down to my shoulder. “You are perfect.”

I took a deep breath. I promised to guard my heart, keep it safe, but it was too late now. My heart ran rampant, teasing ideas and thoughts about Foster that I knew would never happen. In some sad way, I already knew the ending to the night.

“Will you tell me about your music?” I asked.

“The same old thing,” Foster said. “I’ve been doing some solo shows. A couple guys were talking about getting a band together and touring. We’ll see. I’m just floating.”

“No. Not you.”

“Funny. And you’re… what… forever in college?”

“Ha, ha,” I said. “I’m done this year. Finally got an apartment off campus. I have two roommates. Luckily, they weren’t home.”

“Luckily? Fuck that. I wish they were home.”

“Ew. Why?”

“So they could hear you,” Foster said. He inched forward and put his nose to mine. “I know I’m not the first guy to play between these sheets, Rose. But I know I’m the only one who knows all your secrets… where to touch… how to touch… where to gently place my tongue…”

He turned his head a little and pressed his lips to mine.

A spark shot through me and gave me butterflies and turned me on. A wicked collision inside my core. The last time I felt something that powerful, it was the night Foster and I… for the first time…

He broke the kiss with a sigh. “I could do that all night, Rose.”

“Then do it.”

“What comes after college and roommates?” he whispered.

“Don’t know yet. I’ve been working on a secret project.”

“Oh?”

“It’s a secret.”

“I know all your secrets.”

“Not this one, Foster.”

“Right,” he said. “So this is where we draw the line on the secrets?”

I grinned. “Tell me a secret I don’t know about you.”

“Me? Nah. No secrets.”

“Plenty of secrets,” I whispered. “Come on. Try me.”

“You have something specific in mind, Rose. I know it. So why don’t you just ask me.”

I hated that Foster could read me so well. But years together will make that happen.

“Fine,” I whispered. “You were at that bar with two women. One of which…”

“Right,” he cut in. “Of course you’d want to know about Jess. You can’t just leave things go.”

“Jess. That’s her name.”

“Yeah. I met her through playing gigs. She plays guitar. Had a band. The other woman there was the bassist for her band. They were deciding their next step. Only they got drunk and couldn’t write a song. That was really her biggest problem.”

“Getting drunk?”

“Yeah.”

“So you fell in love with a drunk chick rocker?” I asked with a half smirk.

“Something like that.”

“Did you really love her? Or do you…”

“No, Rose. There’s only one person I love.”

My heart raced. “Foster…”

“It was an escape from reality, okay? Someone who could escape with me. We both knew it wasn’t exactly real. But it worked. That’s the end of it.”

“Right,” I said.

“Now tell me your big secret.”

“Okay. Someone I know… Molly…”

“Oh,” Foster said. “Molly? Is this where you tell me you’re in love with her?”

“Seriously? That’s the first thing you think about?”

“I won’t lie, it’s sort of turning me on to imagine.”

“You’re an asshole, Foster.”

“I know that.”

I rolled my eyes. “Anyways, she’s starting a coffee company and I’m helping her do it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“That sounds awesome.”

“You think?”

“Definitely. Why not?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “After being in college for so long… struggling to survive. Keeping up with bills and tuition and all that crap. Shouldn’t I get a real job?”

“What’s a real job, Rose? Someone telling you what to do? Setting your hours and your pay? If you have a chance to do something on your own, why not?”

“So, basically, be like Foster…”

He laughed. His laugh rumbled the entire bed. It made me shiver. That sleepy laugh sound between the sheets.

“Yes,” he said. “Be like Foster.”

He kissed me again. We were officially done talking for the moment. His hands eased down my body and settled comfortably between my legs. I made the decision right then and there to help Molly with her new coffee business. Just be like Foster…

The thoughts were chased away as Foster’s fingers began to move. I gasped and sank my nails into his arms. I pulled at him. He kissed me harder.

And that was my night.

We fucked. We talked. We fucked again. We talked again.

My secret hope was that if we went all night, tomorrow would never come.

Because I knew that tomorrow, I would lose Foster again.