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one that could feel the warmth in his skin and the beating of his heart beneath her palm—and laid it over his chest. “As are you. Make love to me, husband.”
    Without words, he lifted her onto his lap until she straddled him, pulling her close and holding her in a tight embrace. He buried his hand in her hair once more, crushed his lips to hers and kissed her with such intensity, she felt as if he’d been holding back since their return home.
    “Yes.” She swiveled her hips, grinding against the hard length of his cock through his trousers. Why was he still wearing clothes when she was naked and eager, hot and wet, and oh so ready to be filled by him? “Oh yes. Hurry. Please hurry.”
    “Callie,” he groaned, burying his face in the curve of her neck. His heaving breaths seared her skin and she threw her head back. The action lifted her breasts as if to demand their own share of his attention, and like a child distracted by a new toy he complied, taking her nipple back into his mouth.
    Pleasure speared through her and she clutched his head, begging him for more. Then suddenly he was standing, lifting her with him. He pressed her spine to the wall, fumbling between their bodies to free himself before pulling her legs around his waist.
    They hadn’t tried this position since she’d been fitted with her new legs, but he more than proved they were capable of it. With his trousers still hanging on his waist, he cupped her bottom and she braced her hands on his shoulders as he finally…finally pushed inside her.
    “Christ, you feel so damn good.” He thrust hard and fast, wrenching a broken cry from her lips. “I’ve tried to give you time. I wanted to make sure—”
    “Shut up, Jasper.” With her eyes closed, she could only feel. Feel the slick glide of his cock and the bunching of his muscles under her hand, the firm grasp of his fingers clasping her buttocks as he guided her body down on him.
    “I needed you to feel safe again,” he continued anyway in a groaning rush. “And. I. Never. Ever.” His harshly spoken words matched the timing of his deep strokes. “Want to. Hurt you. Again.”
    She tightened her legs around him. Every one of his driving thrusts slammed her against the wall. Her breasts bounced. Her heart pounded. The tremors of her climax startled her with their suddenness and intensity, tearing her apart and throwing her back just in time for his next thrust to start her going all over again until he followed her into the whirlwind of sensation with a gritted shout.
    When the day came back into focus, Jasper planted his forehead against the wall beside her. He fought to catch his breath. She smiled until she realized her legs were still squeezing his hips and might actually be hurting him, although he’d never say so.
    She tried to let her legs down, but they didn’t respond. With a grunt, she tried again, but it was as if everything below her waist had frozen. She pushed on his shoulders, heart pounding just as quickly as it had a moment ago in the throes of her orgasm, but now for a much different reason. Jasper seemed reluctant to let her go but stepped back and helped her regain her footing on the smooth surface of the floor.
    Thankfully, she remained standing and after a long moment she could even move with small, halting steps. He didn’t appear to notice her distress.
    They dressed quietly. Jasper found his shirt and pulled it on, quickly putting himself back to rights while she moved much more slowly, periodically testing her legs, which seemed perfectly fine.
    She finished the last snap of her shirt, and he pulled her into his arms, kissed her lightly on the lips. Her nose. Her forehead. His hand brushed her shoulder and traveled down her arm, and she gave him her full attention.
    He started to pull away, but she stopped him, feeling the need to say…something. Should she tell him what the doctor said? No, not yet. It still hurt too much and he would take that on his own