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He didn’t have to be told twice. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

Chapter Fourteen

It only took a second for Lyric to realize that, while M was all in with taking her to bed, his injured arm prevented him from taking charge of stripping her clothes away. She planted her good hand on his chest and pushed back from him, breaking their sultry kiss. He still had his hand up her shirt and back, the other at her hip.

She walked forward, pushing him back toward the bedroom. “I think you need to let me do some of the heavy lifting.” Even though her wrist hurt, she had full use of her fingers. The bandage helped stabilize her wrist, so if she didn’t bend it back and forth too much, it didn’t hurt as badly.

“I want to help.” He looked eager to please.

“You should probably just watch.” To prove that to him, she crossed her arms over her waist, took the hem of her shirt in hand, and pulled it up and over her head, revealing a pale pink bra, her nipples tight and pressed against the thin fabric.

“Now, that’s a sight I could get used to.”

“Yeah? How about this?” She undid the button on her jeans, slid the zipper down so he could see the sexy lace-trimmed black panties she wore, turned her back to him, then pushed the jeans over her hips anddown her legs, bending forward as she went so he got a good view of her ass.

“Damn, Angel.”

Trying to save her injured wrist, she used her good hand to pull off her short boots and socks, then kicked off the jeans. When she turned to him, he stared in awe.

“So beautiful.” The reverent words made her blush.

“Thank you.” She stood before him in her bra and panties. “Dealer’s choice. What comes off next?”

“Everything.” He grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head.

She helped him get it off his hurt arm.

He reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra with one hand.

She let it slide down her arms and tossed it aside.

His fingertips skimmed down her chest and over her breast. He molded the mound in his big, warm hand, and she sighed, slipping her hand inside his sweatpants and over the hard length of him.

He hissed with pleasure, hooked his hand at the back of her neck, and drew her in for a kiss, his tongue gliding along hers as her soft breasts pressed to the hard wall of his chest. He didn’t use his injured arm too much: he simply put that hand on her ass and held her in place, while his other hand brushed up and down her back, then into her hair.

She squeezed his length in her palm and felt him harden even more.

“God, that’s good,” he sighed out. “But I want more.”

She did, too, and used her hands to shove his sweats and boxer briefs down his legs. He sat on the edge of the bed, so she could pull everything off his big feet.

“There is nothing sexier than watching you nearly naked undress me.”

“How about me riding you?”

“Yes.” His eyes blazed with heat. He scooted back on the bed. “Come here.”

She shimmied out of her panties, crawled up and over him, until he grabbed her with both hands and pulled her down on top of him. He kissed her so thoroughly and completely she lost track of time and place and reality and just wallowed in the feel of his big, hard body under hers, his hands holding her close, his passion pouring into her.

And when all that seemed to be more pleasure than she could take, he slid one hand over her rump to her dampening folds, and rubbed his fingers over her sensitive slit as he rocked his hips and cock against her belly. He slid one finger deep.

Fuck, yes!

He slid it out, slow and easy, then right back in as she pressed back into his hand needing more, her belly rubbing against his thick length.

She broke the kiss and spoke before they went too far too fast. “I, uh, have an IUD, so I can’t get pregnant. I haven’t been with anyone in forever and my last physical and labs... everything was clear. Not that I thought it wouldn’t be.”

He didn’t stop touching her and trailed kisses down her neck. “The last time I was with someone was one night several months ago, before I met you. I used a condom. I always use a condom. Then I met you.” He kept kissing her along her neck, her cheek, anywhere his lips found as his fingers stroked her and her body hummed. “I wanted you like I’d never wanted anyone,” he whispered into her ear, then kissed her neckagain. “So I went and got tested, even though I’d had a full physical and labs a month before that. I’m all clear.”