She leaned up to nibble on his chin, eliciting a soft rumbling groan from his chest.
“My cast may knock me out of the orgasm game awhile, but I don’t see why you should suffer. There’s nothing wrong with my hands—or my mouth,” she finished with a throaty purr.
“Have mercy,” he rasped. “You’re killing me here, honey.”
“Mercy?” She laughed. “I can assure you, Beau. Mercy is the very last thing you’ll want from me over the next several weeks.”
Damn if she didn’t prove to be right about that.