Somehow Cayla found the muscle control to scoot back on the bed, leaving room for Holt to join her. He kept his eyes on hers as he lowered the zipper and eased the cargo pants and boxers down just enough to free his erection. She wanted to wrap her hands around the proud, thick jut of it, but she wasn’t quite sure how to handle this part of the proceedings, so she waited to take her cues from him. He turned his back to her, giving her a view of his magnificent a*s as he sat and worked off his clothes. The outer sleeve of his prosthesis came all the way up his thigh. He rolled it down, carefully extracting his leg and setting the artificial limb aside. Then he rolled down the inner sleeve, and she spotted the deep groove on the outside of his leg. Up ’til now, he’d been very careful to shie
