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Well, that certainly didn’t make me want it any less.

“Can you just put it in once?” I asked, my eyes on his cock rubbing against me. “I just want to feel it.”

He let out another long line of cursing. “I can’t. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, but I can’t.”

I loved the sound of that. It made me want to purr. “Just a little? A few inches. I want it inside.”

He made a noise like I was torturing him, but he didn’t indulge me. “Here, let’s do this instead.”

I wanted to push it but the thought quickly left me, mostly because the alternative he came up with distracted me immediately.

He shifted my legs carefully, mindful of the wrapped ankle and raw heel, bringing them together and angling himself between my thighs.

Then he moved. The first thrust dragged the length of him firmly against my slick sex, each thrust rubbing my clit. I sucked in a gasp.

His eyes locked on mine. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

He did it again. Harder.

The pressure hit exactly where I needed it, every slide of his body rubbing through the slick heat between my thighs.

His hands held my legs steady while his hips found a rhythm.

I watched him lose control by degrees. Shoulders tightening. Jaw going hard.

The muscles in his stomach flexing with every thrust.

My own pleasure built again faster than seemed fair.

I reached for him.

He bent down enough for me to grip his shoulders, but kept moving.

Each stroke rubbed against me until I stopped being able to tell which sounds were his and which were mine.

I fell apart, and he followed. He came, spurting cum onto my stomach and ribs. He bent and kissed me.

For a while neither of us moved. Then he looked down.

His expression shifted immediately from wrecked eighteen-year-old boy to Chief assessing damage.

“You okay?”

I started laughing.

His eyes narrowed. “What?”

“You cannot possibly be doing a medical assessment right now.”

“You were in the hospital six hours ago.”

“And yet somehow survived you.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

“I’m okay.”