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M issy’s toes curled, her breath caught in her chest, and her brain completely ceased to function. When he finally lifted his head, she whispered, “Oh God.”

“Is that an oh God yes or an oh God no ?”

“That’s an oh God, why aren’t we in bed already? ” He gave a shout of laughter, then scooped her up into his arms again.

“You don’t have to, you know? You’ve got a damaged foot.”

He snorted. “I have a prosthetic, yeah,” he murmured, “but it won’t stop me from doing what I want to do.”

“No, but that also doesn’t mean you have to hurt yourself.”

He shook his head, then entered the bedroom that he had seen when he was here before and presumed was hers, then carefully laid her on the bed. She hopped back up and immediately started tossing off her clothes, left, right, and center. Astonished, he watched, completely enthralled, until she was kneeling on the bed in just a tiny little pair of panties. “Good God,” he muttered.

She smiled, then said, “I think you’re a little overdressed.”

He immediately chucked his clothing just as fast as she had. He smiled, and, when he got down to his leg, she watched in awe as he hit a lever that released the prosthetic and then unrolled a sock. “See? That’s it. That’s the stump. That’s what is left.”

“Can you walk on it at all?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, obviously it’s shorter, but I can put weight on it if I need to. Just not something I want to have to do.” He gave her a quick demonstration. “Other than that, it’s just a leg.” She kept watching him, and he laughed. “It is just a leg,” he repeated with a smile, as he headed back to the bed and fell on top of it. “Now, if your curiosity is satisfied?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she teased, her gaze settling on his groin, “because, as far as I can see, my curiosity is really aroused.”

“Just like something else,” he muttered, feeling his erection rise strong and proud in front of her. As her hand closed around it, he gasped. When she hesitated, he explained, “Just cold hands, but don’t stop. Jesus, don’t stop.”

At that, she giggled and immediately started moving her hand up and down, as the coldness immediately fell away, and the heat took its place. He moaned in joy at her gentle touch. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he flipped her over and immediately got to know more about her. His lips and his hands were so busy that she didn’t know where one started and one stopped. Her skin melted under the heat of their desire, and her body surged up against his hand when he found her intimate parts.

She shuddered with her release, lying on the bed in shock. “Good God,” she whispered, “you’re a little too deadly for this.”

“No, not at all,” he noted, “but I want this to be a two-party activity, not just one.”

She opened her arms and whispered, “Then I want to repeat whatever that was.”

He smiled, slid into place, and, with a simple surge, seated himself deep inside her. When she cried out in joy, he froze, and she whispered, “I’m fine. Don’t stop. Dear God, don’t ever stop.”

And, with that, he settled into a move that increasingly rose and fell, dragging their passions to the edge of the cliff, before finally tossing them both over.

When he collapsed beside her, she whispered, “That was wonderful.”

He pulled her tightly into his arms and held her close, relaxing deep into the mattress. When she finally got her breath back, she lifted herself up on one arm and said, “See? That’s why we didn’t want to wait.” He opened one eye to look at her, a question in his gaze. She added, “Just look at what we would have missed out on.”

He grinned and nodded. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

“Absolutely,” she murmured, and then she poked him in the chest. “Can we do it again?” He laughed, not being able to contain himself, as he pulled her back into his arms.

“Absolutely, time and time again for the rest of our lives.”