Lost In The Moment

…ZOE POV…

"Come," he reaches out to take my hand. "Let me take you home."

"Sure," I lace my fingers between his. "I live up this way."

With nothing but a wicked smile, he pulls me closer, "Oh no, you are coming home with me."

"But…"

"No, buts. Please come home with me?"

"Okay," I finally give in. "I don't feel like being alone in any case."

With that, he wraps his arm around my waist, and we make our way through the city, passing people by as if they don't exist. It is just me and him and nothing else.

As we finally arrive at his penthouse on the other side of town, I only then realize who Foster Rosario truly is. Not that such things interest me, but it is kind of intimidating.

When we are finally inside his apartment, he firmly shuts the door. He takes me through a ridiculously oversized kitchen to a spacious lounge. As he sits me down on the cushions of the soft leather couch, he moves his body right next to mine.

"Sooo," he smiles at me, stretching each syllable as if he is thinking.

I cannot help but chuckle as I smile at him in return, "What are you thinking?"

"Who said I was thinking? Maybe I am asking?"

"What are you asking then?"

"Can I kiss you again?"

"You are so polite for asking."

"Well, I could always…"

I place my fingers against his soft lips and wrap his face in my hands, pulling him closer until there is nothing but a mere breath between our lips. Then I softly whisper, "I thought you would never ask."

…FOSTER POV…

When this evening started, not once did I think that I would find my way into an alley and meet this captivating woman. She swept me off my feet the moment that her gorgeous body bumped into mine. If I did not seek to be alone, then I would have never found her.

Though right now, every bit of this is scary, I would rather be frightened with her near me than alone in that alley.

I have what I desire, and nothing will take that away from me.

So I take my right hand and pull her long blonde hair away from her shoulder. Before I know what consumes me, I lay my lips against her soft skin. The scent of her perfume attacks my senses, making the desire to kiss her even more intense.

I kiss her from her shoulder up the sensitive parts of her neck, then as I softly nip at her earlobe and I feel her squirm, "Foster what are you doing?"

"It is foreplay, Zoe."

"I thought you were going to kiss me?"

"Who says I can't build up to a kiss too or did you perhaps have something else in mind?"

Before she can even reply, I lift her onto my lap. She gasps loudly but does not protest. We stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Her eyes are soft and full of wonder, mine if full of curiosity and passion. I lean in and softly run my lips down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation.

Slowly I work my way to her warm velvety lips. As I hold her head in my hands, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss.

She scrunches my shirt in her hands and slides them underneath. Her hands explore every crevice of my sculpted chest. But as soon as she realizes what she is doing, she stops.

"Shit. I am so sorry Foster."

"Don't be, you can take it off if you like."

"I am okay thank you, I just…I have not touched a man in a while."

"I was going to change anyway. Can I get you something more comfortable to put on?"

But just as I am about to disappear off to my room, I hear her whisper to herself, "Zoe, get a hold of yourself." And then I hear her sigh, "Why does he have to go look so damn hot and sexy?"

I chuckle to myself and go off to my room.

…ZOE POV…

This man is absolutely sinful. I can so easily get lost in that body, every inch of him screams perfect. Who knew that perfection can come in such a tight package? If he does not stop me now, then I might just devour him. I have not been with a man for what seems like forever, if I had my wish, I would be with Foster tonight.

But I am ripped from my thoughts as he comes creeping up from behind. He hands me a pair of boxers and an oversized shirt, but it is only once he comes around the couch that I clearly see him.

"Oh my god," I cannot help but utter.

I am met with the image of a man's bare-naked chest. It is hard and sculpted and bulging in all the right places. It is so damn hot you can melt honey on it. Those rippled abs have crevices so deep that I can get lost in them. His sun-kissed skin is glowing in the light of the moon that is pouring through the open window. The scent of his cologne radiates out every pore of his body.

But that is not all that captivates me…

Though next, I hear as he only chuckles, "By the time you are done, there would be nothing left of me."

"Uhm…what?"

"I think you have just eaten me alive."

"Uhm…no…I was just…Damn Foster."

"I am going to take that as a compliment. You can change into those," he points at the clothes he just handed me. "I promise you they are mine."

I press his shirt to my face and take a deep breath from it. It has the unmistakable scent of soft wood and musk and somewhere in between a small hint of cinnamon. This is the smell of Foster Rosario, a smell I can so easily drown in.

Again, I hear as he bursts out in laughter, "Do you like what you smell Zoe?"

"No…I mean yes…I am just making sure."

With that wicked smile, he only winks at me, "Can I get you wine, whiskey, or beer."

"Would you think less of me if I asked for a beer?"

"I'd say you are the perfect woman."

As he saunters off to the kitchen, I quickly go find the nearest room to change into his boxers. I throw the shirt over my head and make my way back to his lounge, but I see that he is still in the kitchen and make my way over to him.

"That looks so much better on you."

"And you? Do you always walk around half-naked?"

"Nah only because you are here."

"Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Rosario?"

"I don't know, is it working?"

He grabs me around my waist and lifts me onto the kitchen counter. He parts my legs with his waist and moves in closer.

"How long has it been since you last been with a man?"

"Far too embarrassed to mention and you?"

"Well, I have never been with a man."

"Damn, I mean a woman."

"Well, you are talking to Foster Rosario."

…FOSTER POV…

She hooks her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. I look at her and cannot help but give her a cheeky smile, the idea that she wants me does spark my arousal. She takes my arms and wraps them around her body, then she shifts her bum bit by bit forward and digs her fingers deep into my back. Pressing herself hard into my pelvis, she slowly starts to grind in circles.

"Zoe what are you doing?"

"I want you to make love to me Foster."

Somewhat embarrassed, she looks down at my hands that are covering her soft silky legs. After a short while, she looks up at me again. As I tuck a piece of stray hair behind her ear, I caress her cheek with the back of my hand. Sliding my finger over her lips, she slowly parts them and I feel her warm breath cover my skin.

As I run my hand down to the tender parts of her neck, she gently starts leaning her head back. I lay my lips against her skin and pull her shirt to the side. Biting into her shoulder, I feel her body start to quiver. I slip my hands up underneath the boxers, and grab hold of her tight ass, drawing her even closer.

I listen as she softly whimpers, "God Foster, I want you."

I grab onto the edges of her shirt and slide my hands underneath. Then, in slow motion, I start to lift it over her head. As I finally have it on the floor, I look up at her supple breasts. Then moving my gaze to her stomach which is flat and toned, I admire every curve and contour of her body.

She is absolutely beyond beautiful.

Not moving my eyes for a fraction, I softly whisper, "You are goddamn beautiful."

Then I look back at her. She looks down at her lap, afraid to stare into my eyes. I only but take one finger and lift her chin up to meet her gaze. As our eyes lock, she touches her forehead to mine, and I feel a warmth, one that I've never experienced before. It fills my body, from head to toe, invigorating me and filling me with a passion so powerful.

I need to be with her.

The mere thought of it electrifies every nerve in my body. The anticipation of being together in such a way wakes up so many feelings that I have never felt before. Tonight she shall be mine and I will be hers.

In one swift movement, I lift her body off the counter and ever so casually throw her over my shoulder.

"Foster what are you doing? Put me down!"

"Not until I have made love to you, Zoe."

She kicks and squirms as I carry her to the bedroom. I drop her body and she gracefully bounces into the black satin sheets. With her pinned between my two hands, I drop my lips to meet hers. As I lock my hand around the back of her neck to deepen the kiss, I growl and she whimpers in pleasure.

Grabbing hold of the boxers, I slowly slide them down her legs leaving her bare in only her lace panties. Crawling up her body, I twist them around my fingers. Before she can even protest I have them over her knees and lying next to us on the floor.

With a power I have never felt in a woman before, she pushes my body back, and in mere seconds she has me naked in front of her. Then she straddles me and pins my hands to my sides.

Before I know our naked skin is touching and moving softly together, just as fine as silk. Our bodies fit together, they fall into one another, giving into a natural rhythm. We are moving in an intoxicated dance of limbs, never making the same move twice.

The cool room starts to feel hot and heavy. It is hard to hold back. We are caught between letting that climax go and extending this moment forever.

Her face starts to glow, her back arches in anticipation. She is ready to let go. With my head rocking back hard against the pillow, I too grow close, ready to explode.

So I close my eyes and savor the moment, but as I slowly open them again...

"Zoe don't!"