Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,35

trash. It wasn’t close to overflowing or anything, but I wanted to make sure there wasn’t anything in there that could possibly make my house smell. Then, I queued up Netflix on the screen and had the app to order the pizza ready on my phone when there was a knock on the door.

Foster had arrived.

As I walked to the door, I had to get myself under control. Pulling him into a heated kiss before throwing him into wall so I could feast on his ass wasn’t the kind of greeting he needed. At least, not yet, anyway. We were just two friends hanging out, who happened to share a kiss or three. The only thing I’d be eating that night was pizza, and I had to keep that in mind when I pulled the door open.

But when my eyes locked with his shy brown ones before zooming in on the teeth that were gnawing on his lip, all thoughts of self-control flew out the door and down the street. I gripped the front of his T-shirt tightly in my fist and hauled him against me as I planted my lips against his—right back where they belonged.

Even though I’d lost my battle with keeping my greeting friendly, I fought to keep the kiss brief since we were standing in the doorway. Though that could’ve been an easy fix by walking a few steps backward and kicking the door shut.

“Hello to you, too,” he teased when I reluctantly pulled away.

I ran my finger across his bottom lip. “Sorry, I saw you biting that lip, and I had to kiss it better.”

“I should bite it around you more often.”

I growled. “You’re already distracting enough as it is, don’t make it even harder to me.”

“I am?”

“You really have no idea how irresistible you are, do you?”

Foster frowned. “Is that a trick question?”

I shook my head and took a step backward. “Come on inside and let’s figure out what to order and pick a movie.”

Foster seemed a bit disappointed at my words but didn’t say anything as we walked to my living room. He sat down on the couch and I sat directly beside him, so close that our thighs were touching. As I reached out to grab my phone, I saw he was looking around at the various photos of landscapes I had hanging on the walls.

“Hey,” I said capturing his attention.

He turned to look at me. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for being here.”

“Thanks for letting me come.”

I leaned over and kissed him softly. “You haven’t come yet. But hopefully I can fix that for you.”

Foster stared at me, his lips slightly parted and his cheeks flushed as what I said to him sank in. I expected him to stand up and leave. For him to tell me it was too much, and that I had crossed a line by coming on too strong.

But he didn’t.

Instead, my innocent bartender was full of surprises. He reached down and laid a hand on my thigh. He tried to appear confident as he slowly stroked his hand upward and allowed his pinky to slightly brush against the evident bulge in my pants. But the nerves in his gaze and tremor in his hand told me how nervous he truly was.

“I hope you do.”

His voice was husky, and there was a small tremble in his spoken words, but the fact he was touching me showed me he wasn’t lying when he said he had no regrets. But now I was suddenly forced to figure out which speed to go with this man. Do I ease my foot off the accelerator or press it to the floor? The truth was, as much as I wanted to pound his ass right there on the couch, I couldn’t. He deserved better than that. And fuck me, this was going to be an ultimate test for my patience. I just hoped I passed.

13

Foster

The urge to message Stellan as soon as I woke had been strong, and I had to talk myself out of it numerous times as I lay in bed before finally getting up. I didn’t want to come across as eager or risk waking him up if he was still sleeping. Plus, I needed to think some things over before reaching out.

I took a shower, made myself something to eat, then forced myself to watch mind-numbing TV and gather my dirty clothes to take to the Laundromat. My apartment complex had an on-site laundry facility, but most of them didn’t work and