Change of Heart (Fostering Love 2)

“I don’t know what these look like,” he argued, dropping one of his hands to slide it over my breast, his fingertips finding my nipple through my cami.

Well. It seemed as though the lack of sight didn’t hinder him in the slightest.

His lips came down on mine, and I groaned into his mouth as his tongue slid across my tongue ring, playing with it for a second before he was pulling away slightly and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

“You had Hefeweizen,” he commented, running his lips down my jaw.

I couldn’t stop the giggle that burst out of my throat.

“What? It’s my favorite.” He moved his mouth to my neck, and I arched back as he sucked at the skin there, moving to my shoulder as his hand gripped the strap to my cami and jerked it down my arm.

“Shit,” I groaned as his lips moved down my breast and pulled my nipple into his mouth.

“You’re so tiny,” Bram murmured, making me freeze.

I wasn’t shy, and I wasn’t unhappy with my body. I was small. Small hips, small breasts, small ass, short legs—the works. But no man had ever had the balls to say something like that to me before, especially while he had his mouth on me.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Bram scolded, biting down on my nipple as he felt me stiffen. “Look at that sweet little nipple. Perfect size for my mouth.”

“Bram,” I groaned as my entire body flushed. I reached down and pulled at the back of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. When it reached his arms, it got stuck between us, and what little sight I’d had completely vanished as the shirt covered my eyes.

“No blindfolds this time,” Bram murmured, leaning up on one arm and then the other to pull the shirt off. This time?

As soon as he was bare chested, I dove for his skin, licking at his nipples and biting at the skin near his collarbone. He tasted so good. Clean, with the tiniest hint of salt. It must have been warm under the bar’s spotlight.

“Stop,” he said softly, then again louder. “Stop.”

“What?” I jerked back, hitting my head against the floorboard.

“No biting,” he said, not meeting my eyes as he pulled down the other side of my cami so both breasts were on display. “You can scratch the hell out of me, suck anywhere you want, but no teeth, all right?”

“Okay,” I stuttered.

“You like it?” he asked as his head dropped to my breast and his hand found the button on my jeans.

“What?” My hands had dropped to my sides when he’d told me to stop, and I wasn’t sure what to do with them. I was feeling…off. The unselfconsciousness that had fueled my movements had completely disappeared, and I was afraid to do something wrong.

I was never self-conscious about sex. I figured if a guy had worked hard enough to get me naked and was still interested, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do to change his mind at that point. I could howl like a cat or shake like I was having a seizure, but if the guy was still getting laid, it wasn’t like he was going to stop.

“You like it when I bite you?” Bram asked again.

I wasn’t sure what the correct answer was, but I couldn’t stop the small sound that rumbled from my throat as he bit down gently on my nipple again.

“Yeah, you do.” He gently ran his tongue over the abused skin and leaned back to tear my shoes off. My jeans were already unbuttoned, and he jerked them hard down my hips and off one leg. My underwear quickly followed.

“You still with me?” Bram asked softly as he leaned back down, his hand sliding down my belly.

“I’m—” I laughed uncomfortably and flapped my arms a little. “Can I touch you, or—”

“Are you joking?” Bram snapped, jerking his head back.

“You already told me to stop, so I—” My voice was sharp as I tried to hide my embarrassment.

Bram froze above me, then scoffed, reaching for his shirt.

“What are you doing?” I asked, snagging his shirt in my fist before he could grab it.

“This was a mistake.”

“No.” I shook my head. “What?”

I wasn’t ready to go back to real life. It wasn’t time yet. I was lying there in nothing but a camisole wrapped around my waist for God’s sake. I needed to change my tone. I needed to get him back with me.

“Can I have my shirt?” Bram asked flatly, still hovering above my body.

“No,” I blurted, making him jerk in surprise.

Without conscious thought, I pulled my knees high up on his sides, and he inhaled sharply as the skin on my thighs rubbed against his ribs.

“Jesus, you’re wet.” Bram murmured, his head drooping as if it were too heavy for his neck. He pressed his body farther into mine and slid his belly against me.