Page 46 of Echoes of Temptation

“Once you’re ready, you can climb me any fucking time you want,” he growls. “Now, I’m going to climb in that bed with you, hold you close, and we’re going to sleep. Got that little minx?”

“Are you going to remove your pants?” I ask, feeling brave.

He’s right about one thing. I’m not ready for sex just yet. But that doesn’t mean I’m dead.

“That’s probably not the wisest choice,” he says.

I take my time looking at the top half of his body. His muscles are refined and there isn’t an ounce of fat in sight.

I stick out my bottom lip and wait. This worked for Knox earlier tonight when he asked Ghost if he could put a teddy bear patch on his own cut. Ghost said no at first but then Knox stuck out his lip.

His teddy bear patch will be here in two to five days.

“Fuck,” King grumps. “Don’t touch my cock, woman. I never thought I would say that to you, but I will fucking explode like a schoolboy if you do.”

I watch hungrily as he prepares to remove his pants. Once they’re unbuttoned, King looks right at me, smirks, and drops his pants to the floor.

Oh…my…stars.

Naked. He’s completely and utterly naked. His cock is massive. I mean, it looks as hard as granite and yet is still hanging down. It has to be heavy.

“How do you walk with that thing between your legs?” I ask, completely serious. “It needs its own zip code. Does it take your pee forever to make its way through? I bet it does. I bet mornings are a pain in the butt trying to stand there waiting an eternity for your pee to find its way out. My goodness. What is its name? I feel like it needs its own identity. Maybe get it an ID or something. No wonder you said you’ve only ever dated big women like me. If you put that thing anywhere near a skinny woman they would break in half before you even started. That is never going to fit inside of me. For the love of all things, make me stop talking.”

By the time I’ve finished that little prize of a one-sided conversation, I’m blushing my embarrassment and King is laughing.

Freaking jerk.

“I love you, baby,” he says, crawling into bed and pulling me to his side. “Relax and get some sleep.”

“You want me to relax against your body knowing what you have hidden under the blankets? I’m almost afraid to move for fear of jostling it. Poor thing needs its own bed.”

“You’re good for my ego, baby,” he laughs. “And soon, he will have his own bed. Nestled deep inside of your warm pussy. Now, go to sleep.”

Thank goodness the lights are off.

“That’s twice now,” I mumble, as I snuggle closer to the side of his body.

“Twice, what?” he asks, holding me tightly.

“Twice that you’ve told me you loved me,” I admit. “Once three months ago and again just now.”

“Is that so?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Are you keeping tabs?” he asks cheekily.

“Just making an observation,” I respond. “I think I love you, too, you know?”

“You think?”

“Well, I’ve never been in love before. I’m not sure what it’s supposed to feel like.”

“Do you love Blackhawk?” he asks.

Confused, I think about my best friend and the feelings I have for him.

“Yeah,” I admit. “I love Dillon with all my heart.”

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