“You’re so beautiful.” I swirl my tongue around her nipple one last time before standing.
She smiles at me, keeping her eyes on mine as she unbuttons my shirt and slides it down over my shoulders. Her gaze drops to the dressing the hospital applied.
“You could have been hurt worse than you are.” She chews on her bottom lip, her fingers tracing over the edge of the giant bruise which extends past the dressing.
I unfasten my pants and strip out of the rest of my clothes, pulling her to the bed with me. I sit with my back against the headboard as she straddles me.
“It would be worth it.”
She brings her eyes back to mine and one corner of her mouth lifts. “Would it?”
“Angel, I would die a thousand painful deaths for you.” I lean forward and nip her bottom lip between my teeth. “Now let me inside before I die my first one.”
“Die your first one?” She laughs and rests both hands on my chest.
“Yes. Die from waiting so long to be inside you.”
She laughs again. “I don’t think you could write that on your death cert—”
Her eyes widen as I lift her by her hips and pull her down onto me.
“Fuck.” I hiss, a mixture of pleasure racing through my dick and balls, and pain coursing through my shoulder.
“Did that hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
“Reed Walker. I know all your faces. And that hurt. I can tell.” She sits still, my dick happily nestled in her wet warmth.
“I’m fine. Now ride me.” My fingers flex on her hips, but the weakness in my shoulder tells me I won’t be able to lift her up and down on me if she refuses. “Ride me before my cock explodes from impatience.” I flex inside her to accentuate my point.
She smiles; her lips finding mine as she rises and then sinks back down.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groan into her mouth, squeezing her hips as she sets a steady pace, sinking down onto my cock, over and over.
I squeeze her hips harder, my cock soaked in her juices, and it’s all too much. I want her. I need her. Closer. Harder. Deeper.
“Fuuuuccckkkk!” I wince, pain erupting like Mount Vesuvius in my shoulder as I lift Harley in the air and slam up inside her.
“Reed.” Panic spreads across her face the second my face screws up due to the pain.
“I’m fine,” I pant, cold sweat running down my chest. My injured arm shakes as I lift my hand to palm her breast.
She holds either side of my face between her hands. “We should stop.”
“Don’t you dare.” I tighten my grip on her hip with my other hand.
“But it’s hurting you.”
“Stopping would hurt me more. Now keep moving.” She shakes her head, and I grit my teeth. “Harls,” I growl.
“You need to rest your shoulder. Sitting up like this and trying to lift me is hurting you. I’m not going to let you hurt yourself, Reed.”
She tips her hips to one side as though she’s about to swing one leg up and separate us. I grip her hip harder.
“Fine,” I hiss. “I won’t move.”
“You’ll never be able to stop yourself.” She stares into my eyes, and I know she’s right. As long as I can move my arms, I will be reaching for her, holding her, lifting her, slamming her down onto me. Making sure I fuck her as hard as she fucks me.