Addictive Collision

by Sierra Rose

  He touched my face. “At least you don’t have to go it alone.” His eyes told me he was referring to far more than our ziplining escapade.

  My eyes welled up with tears as I softly kissed his sweet lips. “I need you so much,” I said.

  “And I need you just as much.”

  The guy in charge told us to wait over to the left, behind some teenagers, a man in his late forties, and a brave, sweet granny. When I saw the old woman push off, hooting and shouting about how fun it was, it gave me all the courage I needed.

  I put on my helmet and smiled. A tall man helped me into my harness with a carabineer that was attached to a wheel on a cable strung between trees.

  “You ready?” Foster asked.

  My toes hung off the platform, and I looked at the steep drop below. It was humid, and a droplet of sweat rolled down my face. I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “More ready than I’ve ever been.”

  Hanging on to the cable, I pushed off from the platform. There was suddenly nothing under me except air and the rocky ground way below. I start to pick up speed, cruising downward. Swoosh!

  In that single moment, flying over the treetops, so many thoughts washed over me. I’d been broken, rejected, divorced. I was letting go, breaking the chains of the past. There was no room for resentment or regret. I let loose of my previous dreams in order to accept the new life in front of me. I knew I was going to soar. I let go and leaned backward, spreading my arms out as I had in the rain, dancing with Foster. I did not want to live in pain and loneliness any longer, and I knew I would never achieve what I was capable of as long as I was attached to my old life. High above those trees, I let go of the fear plaguing my life, let go of the pain. I let go of Tom, my past, so I could move on to the present.

  There is a light at the end of the tunnel, I realized. There is always...hope.

  This divorce would always be a part of me, but I’d never let it define who I was.

  There was something magical about letting go, and it felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from my shoulders. I hopped off my emotional rollercoaster, and I accepted my life for what it was. I let go of heartache, I forgave Tom, and I was consumed by an amazing sense of peace.

  I had never felt better in my life. It was a complete victory, the day I finally let go of my old life. I vowed to rebuild, to find amazing love once again, to be a great mom to my beautiful daughters. I knew, whizzing through the air, that there were endless possibilities for me.

  This is just the beginning, a brand new, fresh start.

  I felt alive. I was soaring like a bird, from tree to tree, with the wind blowing against my face. A rush of adrenaline shot through me. The whirring of the cable screeched the faster I accelerated. I had a bird’s-eye view of the jungle, moving across canyons and scenery I couldn’t see from the ground. It was as close as I’d ever get to flying, skimming across the top of the jungle like a rock on a pond. I was eighty feet off the ground, flying between the trees at a height where the jungle birds, monkeys, and other wildlife hung out on the thick branches. What a stunning and unforgettable view it was, and letting go set me free.

  The crew pulled me back in and helped me out of my gear, and I waited for Foster.

  Once he was released from the contraption, he shot me a huge smile. “That was amazing, so exhilarating!” he said. “All that speed, height, and the wind whipping in your face. Flying through those trees was such a thrill.”

  “I know! A total adrenaline rush! I’m so glad we did it.”

  He flung an arm over my shoulder as we both burst out in excited laughter. “Me too,” he said. “Thanks for bringing me on this trip,” he said.

  “You’re welcome. I’m just glad you’re having fun.”

  “That I am.”

  I winked. “You’re also a lot cuter than Alexis.”

  He chuckled. “She’s missing out.”

  “Yeah, but she’ll have fun in Tennessee.”

  “Not as much fun as we’re gonna have!”

  ***

  After ziplining, we went back to the hotel and changed, then got a bite to eat. It was a delicious meal, but it was also very filling, and we both decided a stroll was indeed necessary. I enjoyed the warm wind and turquoise water as we took held hands and walked down the white, sandy beach, serenaded by the tide splashing against the shore. In all my finest dreams, I wouldn’t have imagined walking by that electric-blue water, surrounded by lush, tropical foliage, with an equally gorgeous beautiful man on my arm.

  “It’s so beautiful here,” I said. “I’m just mesmerized by all this beauty.” I grabbed Foster’s hand and led him into one of the gazebos.

  He wrapped his arms around me. “I am so lucky to have met someone as smart, caring, sweet, outgoing, and gorgeous as you, Morgan.”

  I felt like the only girl in the Caribbean; he made me feel that special. It wasn’t just his words. There was something about the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, the way he paid attention to only me. He hugged me from behind for no reason, he held my hand, opened doors, and pulled out chairs. But above all, he genuinely listened to what I had to say. Foster made me feel like I was the only girl in the world.

  He wrapped his arms around my trembling body. I held his gaze as his lips lowered, ever so gently, against me in a soft touch, growing stronger as sparks flew.

  Chapter 30

  At dinnertime, we got all dressed up in our finest and went to one of the best restaurants, where we were delighted by filet mignon, lobster, and fine wine. We even finished it off with champagne with chocolate-covered strawberries.

  I felt so comfortable with Foster, as if I’d known him for years. The conversation flowed easily, and our connection deepened as we talked about everything. We planned to spend the next day relaxing on the beach, soaking up rays, and frolicking in the water. We even thought about renting some jet-skis or snorkeling, and I couldn’t wait. Whatever we did, I knew I would have unforgettable fun with foster.

  “How about a moonlight stroll?” he asked after dinner.

  “I’d love to.”

  As we walked along, I admired the beautiful nighttime landscape. I breathed in the fresh air and inhaled the salty scent of the ocean. I’d never been to the tropics, but it was easy to see why everyone raved about it. It truly was paradise. I took my sandals off to carry them, because the warm sand felt so good, like a massage on my feet.

  After we walked down the beach and then came back up again, I stopped and glanced around. “Hear that?” I said. “They’re playing ‘Hot, Hot, Hot.’”

  “A beach party. Wanna go?”

  “Nah. I’d rather have you all to myself.”

  He grinned.

  I glanced up at the glittering stars as the scent of tropical flowers wafted all around us. “The stars are even more beautiful here, without all the big-city lights. It’s just a clear sky, with an ocean of sparkling stars. It’s breathtaking.”

  He wrapped his arms around me. “It’s amazing, but it doesn’t even begin to compare to you. You’re the paradise I can take home with me.”

  “Everything you say just blows me away, Foster,” I said.

  He kissed my hand gently. “Well, I mean every single word.”

  A year earlier, I wouldn’t have imagined myself in such a place, with such a man, and I was so grateful for the chance to start over. I gazed at Foster as the waves crashed against the shore. In the moonlight, his blue eyes stole my breath away. I couldn’t believe I was standing on a Caribbean beach, under the stars, with the most gorgeous guy on the planet. I desperately wanted to lock my lips on his. His kisses were unforgettable, a devouring, addictive collision, and I wanted more.

  “Thank you for a perfect day,” I said, smiling. “Being here with you makes it all the more special.”

  “I feel the same way.”

  I smiled.

  “I love the way your eyes crinkle when you grin,” he said.

  I smiled even wider.

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�And I love the way your lips curl,” he said softly.

  The more special he made me feel, the giddier I became. I felt like a schoolgirl around him anyway, and the wine and champagne only put me more at ease. I turned my head when the music changed. “A slow song,” I said.

  “It’s pretty.”

  “It’s ‘Colorblind,’ by Counting Crows.” It was an old song, but I knew it because Kyle played this on his guitar all the time. Erin even liked to play it on the piano.

  I placed my arms on his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms tighter around my waist. Our eyes locked again, and we slow-danced to the beautiful melody under a million shining stars. Finally, our lips locked in a long, tender, slow kiss, so sweet, so pure that it melted my heart. Right there on that beach, I experienced pure magic.

  My body tingled just looking at Foster. I peered up at him, ready to confess all. I was more than ready to spend the night with him. My body was burning up with desire, and I needed him more than air. “Foster...” I said.

  He stroked a strand of hair from my eyes. “Yes?”

  “I’m ready, just like the song says,” I said.

  Foster stared at me intensely, with an undeniable passion written all over his face. He embraced me tightly, and I felt a spark deep inside my body. I circled my hands around his neck. His lips were magnetically pulled to mine, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss in a sensual dance. The taste and feel of him was absolutely divine. My heart pounded as the familiar electricity flooded through my body when he touched me.

  I moaned softly against his mouth and ran my hands vigorously through his ebony hair. It was magical, mystical, and amazing. He slipped his hand under my blouse and ran his hand across my bare back. I was turned on by the feel of his heated touch against my skin. A surge of heat moved down into my stomach. I was on fire and knew my body needed and longed for his touch. I wanted to be naked, to feel his bare skin against mine.

  All I knew in that moment, all I could concentrate on, was my desire for my handsome mailman. I could feel his strong bulge through the thin fabric of his shorts. I gasped as hot kisses inched down my neck, toward my cleavage. Foster exuded an inexplicable sexual energy, something I could not explain with mere words.

  “I want...” I trailed off, gasping for breath.

  He kissed along my jawline, then trailed his lips down my neck. Foster was irresistible.

  “What do you want, Morgan?” he asked seductively.

  Passion ignited within me. I touched his chest and looked wantonly into his eyes. “I want you sooooooo bad,” I whispered in his ear in a sultry, sexy voice. “I need to feel you inside me. Let’s go back to the room.” I wanted to kiss him, to make him all mine. I wanted to be held by him. I wanted to glide my hands over his naked chest. I wanted a loud, hot, sweaty collision, and I was sure he’d leave me with multiple, Earth-shattering orgasms.

  He dived in for another passionate kiss, and I was overwhelmed with complete intoxication.

  “I’ve never been so hungry, so thirsty for anyone,” I said between breaths.

  His blue eyes blazed with lust. “Let me feed that hunger, quench your thirst.”

  I couldn’t stop the shiver of desire from rushing through me. “I don’t think I can get you back to that room fast enough,” I said.

  “Are you sure we’re not rushing things?” he asked. “The last thing I want to do is pressure you, baby. I need you to be okay with this, okay with...us.”

  Touching his face, I stared deeply into his eyes. “Foster, at this very moment, I want you more than anything. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

  His lips crashed back into mine. His kiss was so different from anything I’d ever experienced. It was hungry, demanding to be fed, the most intimate expression of desire. The man wanted me, and that was such a turn-on. There was something about having his lips against mine. I couldn’t stop, not if I even tried.

  Gripping my hand, he led me to the hotel. We ran through the lobby and jumped into an elevator. When the elevator doors whooshed shut, he pinned me against the wall, his hand roaming everywhere. I pulled at the hem of his cotton shorts. His hands moved all over my body, grabbing my ass, then back up under my shirt. We fumbled with each other’s clothing as we hungrily kissed. He moved to the front and up over my black, lacy bra. His lips trailed down my neck, then back up to my mouth.

  “We’ve gotta get to that room,” he said, breathing heavily.

  My heart soared at the sound of his breathless words. The thought of somebody desiring me gave me a major boost in the self-confidence department. Tom wouldn’t come near me with a ten-foot pole, but Foster couldn’t keep his hands off me.

  When the elevator stopped, he swept me off my feet and carried me down the hallway, kissing me all the way back to our room. He fumbled for the door key and unlocked the door. We rushed in, and he gently set me down. I madly grabbed his shirt as he pressed me up against the wall, assaulting me with a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. His lips explored my body, kissing, tonguing, and gently nipping. Everywhere he touched, licked, and kissed ignited a raging fire that bathed me in flames, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

  He was ravishing me, and I had never been happier. I felt alive and brand new; his kisses were like a drug. His lips caressed my heated skin and moved down my body, slowly nipping and sucking. We locked lips again, and I kissed the man with everything I had, will all my emotions, as hard as I could. I kissed him fiercely, with all the intensity of a thousand suns.

  He gently caressed my face as he stared deeply into my eyes. I could have stared into those blue pools forever. He carried me over to the bed, and I pulled his shirt off. He looked as glorious as I had imagined. My fingers trailed across his broad shoulders and down his chiseled chest, all the way to his rippling six-pack. He reached down to the bottom of my blouse and pulled it upward. I raised my hands above my head and allowed him to slide my shirt off. I slid off my bra, and my breasts spilled out. He unbuttoned my shorts and helped me slip them off. His breathing deepened as I unbuttoned his shorts and helped him finish getting undressed.

  As Foster stood before me, in all his naked glory, I realized I’d forgotten how much I missed looking at a hot male body. I was floored by the size of his impressive erection. I ached for Foster, craved him with everything I had.

  I wasted no time in licking him, starting at the base of his shaft, hungrily sucking and licking my way to the head. He groaned in ecstasy as he ran his hands through my hair.

  “Oh, Morgan...”

  I smiled with him still in my mouth; I loved the sound of my name coming from his lips.

  “I don’t wanna cum...not yet,” he said.

  He cupped my breasts, then kissed seductively down my chest, so close to my breasts that I could feel his hot breath. He was teasing me, and I was dying for him to kiss, touch, feast on my erect nipples. I’m was so turned on.

  He kissed the soft skin all around as his hands trailed down my naked body, exploring my curves. He finally caressed my nipples with his tongue, and I quivered with delight. His lips settled on my left one, and a rush of electricity shot through my body. I reached out and pulled his head tighter against me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the way he cupped my breasts, the way his tongue flicked across my nipples, the way he gently tugged at them with his teeth, the way he pinched them between his fingers.

  He buried his fingers deep in my hair as he kissed me even more deeply. I could feel his arousal against me as his lips captured mine in yet another intimate kiss. I ran my hands up his hard abs, then his chest, dancing my fingertips across every one of his muscles.

  He slid a finger inside my wet haven, and my body bucked in sheer pleasure and pure bliss. My senses were on overload, and a shiver of ecstasy shot up my spine. He was definitely turning up the sexual heat, and I loved every minute of it.

  “Don’t stop. It feels so good,” I said.

  He sank two more fin
gers inside, teasing my throbbing clit, then worked his fingers in and out of me. I bit my lip and sucked in my breath. It felt so damn good. He started rubbing my clitoris harder, stroking it in a gentle, circular motion. His fingers began probing, exploring, and thrusting. My clit pulsed, a rush of pleasure tearing through me. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan. I couldn’t even describe the sensation running through my body. Sparks of pleasure lit a fire deep inside me. Tingling waves erupted as I exploded.

  I felt the heat of his hot breath as his strong hands roamed over every inch of me, sparks flying through me with every touch. His mouth captured mine again in one of his amazing kisses. “Gosh, Foster. I-I need you so much,” I said.

  “I want to you so bad, baby,” he replied.

  Then he reached for a small, square packed. He ripped through the foil wrapper quickly and placed the circle of latex over his penis. He positioned his body on top of mine. I opened my legs, inviting him inside. He lifted my hands over my head and gently pinned them to the mattress as he took possession and tenderly entered me.

  Oh my gosh!

  I moaned in ecstasy. It had been so long, too damn long, and he felt so good inside me. I clung to him as he plunged, inch by incredible inch, deep inside me. Clutching the sheets, I drew in shuddered breaths.

  When his length was about halfway in, he stopped.

  “Keep going,” I coaxed. “It’s been a while for me.”

  He moved into my channel slowly, taking care not to cause me discomfort. My body took him, adjusting to his incredible length inside me.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked.

  “Just...keep going,” I breathed against his lips.

  Foster pulled out, then plunged into me once more. He slid into me with a slow, steady rhythm as I wrapped my legs around his hips. My eyes popped open at the incredible sensations flooding through me. It was as if my body was made for him; we fit together like jigsaw puzzle pieces. Our two bodies united and became one, and I loved the way he felt inside me.

  “How does that feel?” he asked, his breath hot and heavy.