Page 71 of Cajuns. Love. Curves.

She stands and, based on the tension in her movements, I’m nearly certain she’s going to demand I leave her house right then and there. Instead, she tilts her head and her eyes travel down the length of my body.

“I don't want to talk anymore.” She pulls that worn grey college shirt up and off her body.

There I am sitting in the middle of her couch hard as a fucking rock. Because she’s standing in front of me in shorts, and a navy blue bra. A lacy bra that is barely holding in her huge tits.

“If you don't want to talk, what do you want to do?”

One of her eyebrows arches up. And even that is sarcastic. “Come on. Wade, you can't be that stupid.”

Then she comes and straddles my lap. Immediately my hands go to her hips and I give her a squeeze.

“I’m not too heavy for your leg. Am I?” she asks.

I like that she asks me that instead of just worrying about it, but also I like that she didn’t make a big deal about it. One good thing about her being a therapist, I suppose. She’s seen injuries like mine. Maybe even ones that are worse.

“No. You're not too heavy. You’re just right.”

She licks her lips and her gaze drops to my mouth. “I just figure maybe if we get it out of our systems, then maybe I can… I don’t know, I can go to work without thinking about you naked.”

“You think about me naked?”

Those melted chocolate eyes of hers lift to mine. “Yes, an appropriate amount of time.” Then she shakes her head. “I mean an inappropriate amount of time.” She winces. “Shit.”

“Then you’re right, we better do something about this distraction.” My hands slide up her back “I don’t want to prevent you from doing your job to the best of your ability.”

She leans closer so that our lips are only a breath apart. “It’s really for the benefit of all of my patients.”

I flick open her bra. “Exactly. I don’t want to negatively impact the level of care you’re able to provide.”

Then I kiss her. The first brush of our lips is sweet, soft and tender. Then she shifts her body closer to me and I feel the heat of her pussy through the layers of our clothes.

My restraint snaps. I slant my mouth across hers and devour her. Tongues and teeth; lips moving against one another. Intense kissing so fucking hot I could come right now. But seeing as I’ve already embarrassed myself like that once with her, I refuse to let it happen again.

She grinds herself down on my dick. When she releases a throaty moan, I know she feels how hard I am for her. “You’re a big boy all over aren’t you?”

I growl in response.

She slips a hand under my shirt. “Take this off. Let me see you.”

“I’m nothing pretty to look at. Not like you, Kelli.” I weigh her bare breasts in my palms. They’re overflowing, but obviously sensitive. “I’m scarred and fucked up all over. Not just my leg.” I swipe my thumbs across her erect nipples. She arches into my touch and grinds on me again.

“I don’t care. Show me,” she says.

I pull off my t-shirt and let her explore the scars she finds bisecting my chest hair in more than one place. “There are more on the back. They’re uglier.”

“There’s nothing ugly about your body, Wade. Right now though, I really am most interested in what’s in your pants.” One of her hands reaches in the elastic waistband of my exercise shorts and slides inside. She wastes no time in wrapping her fingers around the stalk of my dick.

“Christ, kitten, you’re gonna make me pop off again too early.” I lean my head back on her couch. “Fuck, your hand feels good.”

She stands up and shimmies out of her shorts and panties, then climbs back onto my lap. I didn’t even get to enjoy the view.

“I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t expecting anything.”

“Don’t need it. I’m on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone since my divorce three years ago.”

“Been a lot longer than that for me. And I just go a clean bill of health. Well, except missing half my leg.”

“Don’t need that part to fuck me,” she says, as she reaches into my shorts again.

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