“Not that I haven’t fantasized about you tossing me over your shoulder and carrying me off to have your way with me, but you’re hurt.” I grunted in return, diving back in for that mouth, though I was rumbling against her lips, “Doc said I will be just fine.” “And he also told you not to overexert yourself.” “You think carrying you three feet is gonna hurt me?” My voice dipped between a tease and coarse, raw need. “You think these arms weren’t made to hold you? You think I’m not made to carry every-fucking-thing that you are?”
