The picture of Beth on her knees with her breasts bared will stay imprinted on my brain forever. After the final waves of orgasm pass, I step back and tear off my shirt. The pants are trickier because I'm still wearing my boots. I put my hand out and Beth takes it. I walk her to the bed and lay her back. Sitting beside her I unlace the boots, slip them off, and then remove my jeans.
She looks unsure. "I can't," she whispers.
"You can," I growl. "I haven't finished kissing you. Dr. Santos threatened me with bodily harm if I touched you before you're healed." I gentle my voice. "I don't think kissing is off his list unless you're not interested." I'm well aware of the assholes Beth has been with. I'm also aware she needs to be in complete control of this.
I lean into her and place one han
