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Flustered, I invited him to join me for a cold drink inside, and now he was following me up the trail. The tension was unbearable, and I felt like I couldn’t wipe the grin away from my face. I wanted to leap into his arms and have him kiss me again. To force his body close to mine in a way that we couldn’t do when we were surrounded by people at the bonfire.
I tried to keep my cool, and we didn’t speak much as we neared the house. My hands were shaking a little as I turned the knob to go inside. How insane was it that he was right in my favorite place at the same time I had been daydreaming about our kiss? That he just wandered onto the property without even knowing? It had to be a sign.
But if all he wanted was a drink and to chat, that would be fine. I wouldn’t mind that. Even if I desperately wanted more.
“Is your sister home?” he asked as he shut the door behind him.
“No. Just us. She won’t be back for a couple of hours.”
“Oh.”
Our eyes locked again, and I realized I was biting my lower lip so hard that it hurt. He took a step closer to me, and my breath hitched. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off his skin. His head dipped low, and then he hesitated, as if making sure I was okay.
Then we crashed into each other. His tongue slid into my mouth and played with mine, and I let out a soft moan. We stood there in the doorway of the house, kissing for a few moments, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me into him. I could feel a bulge near my belly and felt a thrill run up my spine. Gently, I pushed away, and our kiss broke.
“I should get you that drink,” I said.
“Sure, sure,” he said, grinning widely.
I made my way across the room to the kitchen, reaching out to open the fridge. Just as my fingers wrapped around it, I turned, hopping on my good foot to ask him what he would like. The words failed to come out of my lips.
Gerry was standing just a few feet away from me. His overshirt was in his hands, revealing a tight white T-shirt stretched across the muscles of his chest. His arms bulged out of the sleeves, and his hair tumbled messily down in front of one eye. He had a smirk on his face that said we both knew that he would have his drink later—after he worked up a good thirst.
“This way,” I choked out, pointing vaguely at my room.
Gerry crossed the space between us, almost in a dash, and I felt my breath escape me as he swept me up into his arms. I let go of the crutch and heard it clatter on the kitchen floor as he pressed his lips into mine and spun me around. Then, he carried me to my room, and I kicked the door open with my foot. He shut it behind him and gently laid me on the bed.
I propped myself up on my elbows, not wanting to miss one single second as he reached to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. His body was insanely sculpted, and I wondered what it would be like to run my tongue over its ridges. As he reached down to unbuckle his jeans, I felt my lips tremble and my heart race.
Gerry forced his thumbs into the waistband and shoved his jeans down, kicking them off and leaving only a pair of tight boxer-briefs in place. His enormous, thick cock created a heavy bulge in them, and I was dying to touch it. Before I could, he reached forward to my waist.
Gently, he unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. I was hot and wet, my body vibrating with anticipation. No one had touched me since the accident, and my experiences before it were disappointing at best. But there was something so magnetic about Gerry, so mature. I trusted him instantly and knew that I would not be left wanting. Not with the look he was giving me just then.
As the jeans passed over the bandage where my stump was, I winced instinctively, and he paused. A concerned look crossed his face, and his eyebrows knitted together. I smiled and shook my head.
“It’s okay,” I said.
Slowly, he continued, pulling the shorts off and tossing them away. I was wearing thin cotton panties, and as he hooked his fingers in them, goose bumps ran across my skin and down my leg. He grinned and pulled them gently off me, letting me raise up my hips to help him get them off. I lay back and pulled my shirt up and off, then tossed it aside and looked up at him.
