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“Was the kiss that bad?” The ache straining my cock promised me I was all in.
“No.” Nose wrinkled, she gave me a glare that came off more sultry than pissed. I loved how her lips would get that swollen look after I kissed her a few dozen times. Just made me want to bite that lower lip and kiss her hard. “I just… I hate that stupid cast. It gets in the way.”
She hated why she had to wear it more.
“As long as it’s not hurting you at the moment, we can work around it.” I hadn’t been pushing. Between the nightmares, the trauma, and the pain she’d been in, encouraging sex had just seemed like a bad idea. I wanted it to be right for her, and I could be patient.
“Not hurting me at all. Just unwieldy,” she complained as she smoothed her left hand over my shirt.
“What can I do to help?”
She glanced up at me from beneath those lashes, and all the blood in my body drained south. Frankie was a stunner. There was no getting around it. With a roll of her hips, she ground against me, and I hissed out a breath.
“Help me get up?”
Fuck. Not my favorite four words, but I dropped my hands to her hips and lifted her. She’d never seemed fragile to me before. I swore she’d lost weight the last few weeks. Once I had her on her feet, I started to stand, but she pressed a hand to my chest.
“Not you.”
I raised my brows and sat back. When she knelt, I said, “Frankie…”
“Shh.” She pressed a finger to her lips. “I might need help in a minute, but I have this.”
Then she reached for the snap on my shorts, and I groaned. It took her a moment to loosen them, and it took everything I had to keep my hands away from helping her. She moved forward on her knees, nudging my thighs apart, and I let them spread.
The gentle rip of sound as she lowered my zipper sent tingles skating across my skin, and my balls grew tighter. The want was real. Frankie darted another glance up to me, and I licked my lips. “You’re beautiful.” The words slipped right out.
She laughed as she tugged on my shorts. “Going to need your help again.”
“Yeah?” I glanced down to where her hand rested against my hip. “What can I do for you, babe?”
“Take these off?”
I hooked my thumbs into the sides and pushed them down. I braced my feet to lift my hips so I could them off without her having to move. As soon as they were over my thighs, she took over and tugged, leaning to let me slide them off my legs before she was in front of me again.
“Better?”
“Hmm,” she murmured, and stroked one finger over my erection through the boxer briefs. The fabric was thin enough I felt every inch of that contact, and not thin enough because it denied me the feel of her skin. “Almost. Think you could take these off, too?”
Was that even a question?
I dragged the briefs down and over. She leaned away and helped me get them off, and then smiled when my very eager cock bounced against my stomach as I settled back. The cold air did nothing to chill out the need at having her this close to me. The first time she’d touched me, I damn near came in her hand. If she did it now, I might just blow, but damn what a way to go.
“You know, this is usually me going down on you,” I said as she rested her right arm against one thigh and spread her left hand against my skin. It was hot and cool in equal measure, and pre-cum leaked. Iwantedher so bad, it was a physical effort not to drag her up and just kiss her before I got rid of her clothes, too.
Speaking of which, to save time, I stripped off my shirt and tossed it behind her. Her pupils dilated, and I grinned.
“You’ve never let me do this.”
“Babe, it’s not a matter of let,” I told her. “Seriously, when we’re naked, I just want to sink inside of you. I love fucking into you until you’re screaming.”
She shuddered.
“I love that, too,” she said, and then slid her hand against my balls, and it was my turn to suck in a breath. “I love it when you kiss me and tease me and drive me crazy. But I like this, too.” Then she leaned in and licked across my tip, and I closed my eyes and fisted my control. I wasn’t going to blow my wad like a pre-teen in the middle of the best wet dream of his life.
I’d had dreams of her like this.
When she swirled her tongue over the tip, I bucked a little. It was too much and not enough. A tease. A promise.
