He reached out his good arm and indicated she lay beside him. Looking uncertain, she tentatively crawled across the mattress, put one hand on his chest, and then curled up beside him.
His situation was painfully obvious. If he had the use of his other hand, he could do something about it. His cock twitched as though demanding attention.
And then, thank God, Penny trailed her hand downward. “It’s all messy.” She flicked her eyes up at him. He couldn’t remember being with a woman who was so apologetic about her sexuality. “From me.”
Chaz pulled his arm out from behind her, took her hand in his, and then placed it at the base of his cock.
“That’s a good thing, sweetheart. We won’t need any lotion that way.”
He was slick with her juices. Guiding her hand along his arousal, he showed her exactly what he liked, what he needed.
She seemed mesmerized as she watched their hands work together on him. “God, woman, so many things I want to do to you.”
Her breasts pressed into his side and her curly blond hair cascaded around him.
She smelled like something fruity and flowery and musky, like a woman who’d spent the last thirty minutes fucking him.
“So good, so damn good.” But that was all he could get out.
Because watching her, watching their hands move together up and down, was almost more than he could bear. And in his mind, he kept remembering the last time he’d done this, alone… with her watching.
Oh, hell.
He picked up the pace– held her hand tighter, once, twice, and then shot off like a rocket.
As he pulsed beneath their palms, he finally relaxed back onto the bed. Damn, his shoulder hurt like hell.
But it had been worth it.
Using what little strength he had left, he lifted his thumb and rubbed it along the back of her hand.
“Thank you,” he said. And then with a hitch of laughter, he added, “Penny Pyncher.”
She groaned but snuggled against his side. “I should find a towel.” Her voice was muffled. She sounded embarrassed. “But my shirt is ripped.”
“I suppose I owe you a new one.”
She burrowed deeper into his side. “I’m not used to doing this in daylight.” For a woman who’d been married over a decade, she certainly was repressed.
He chuckled again, remembering the sight of her on top of him with passion-glazed eyes. “It didn’t bother you a few minutes ago.”
“I know,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry.”
At this, he tipped her chin back so that she had to look at him. “Didn’t you just hear me thanking you?”
Her eyes were practically black. When she’d been on top of him, they’d looked green.
He dropped his hand to her breast and cupped it firmly. “I absolutely loved every fucking thing we just did. I refuse to allow you to even think about apologizing.” He squeezed her breast slightly. “Do you like this? Did this feel good?”
She nodded slowly. “But–”
“No buts.” He kissed the top of her head and eased off the bed. Opening his dresser, he pulled out one of his T-shirts and tossed it to her. The words across the front read Pilots do it in the cockpit.
She quickly slipped the too-large shirt over her head. “Thanks.” She adjusted her bra beneath the material and looked again as though she was ready to bolt.
Chaz just stood there, totally nude but for the bandage around his torso and the socks she’d slipped on him earlier. She’d watched him happily enough from the privacy of her room before but averted her eyes now. “Hey.” He insisted she look at him. “Get back in bed. I’ll be right back.”
She raised her eyebrows.
