Not Too Injured

Laina

More laughter bubbled out of me. “You’re so bad.”

Mason ran his hands over my hips and down my thighs to my knees, which were planted on either side of his hips. Then he worked his way back up, this time slipping his hands up the inside of my black button up. “Are you telling me you don’t want this, Laina?”

I bit my bottom lip. My brain was telling me this was a bad idea. He was still hurt and should be taking it easy so he could recover. But my body was straining to be free of my clothes. To feel his hot flesh against my own and to have his cock buried inside me. “I want this,” I whispered.

Mason popped open the bottom button of my shirt and then the next and the next until he had worked his way all the way to the last one. He undid that one, too, and then pushed the shirt open, revealing my plain black T-shirt bra. Had I thought this was going to happen tonight, I would have worn a sexier one.

“Take it off,” he said.