Page 104 of Under an Endless Moon

I hadn’t been afraid.

Truthfully, I didn’t think I would be. Every part of myself had believed that I’d feel safe.

This was Otto we were talking about.

The one man who’d ever been able to keep my demons at bay.

The one who saw.

The one who understood.

But God, I’d be a liar if I said there hadn’t been a small part of me that had been terrified that I’d freak out if one day he finally did.

Terrified that the anxiety would take over the rational.

If that had happened? There’d have been no chance that he would ever touch me again. The man was a protector to the extreme. He’d cut off his own hands before he’d dream of hurting me.

Or his dick.

And that would be nothing but an injustice considering how badly I wanted that dick in me.

Over and over.

Preferably without ceasing.

Dangerous thinking, I knew, wanting more when Otto claimed this was going to be a one-time thing.

Dangerous considering how horribly he’d hurt me just two hours ago when he’d rejected me. A spear that he’d driven through my soul.

Dangerous because now that he’d finally broken through the barriers he’d kept fortified around us, I never wanted it to stop.

No doubt, I was setting myself up to get demolished, this secret love I’d harbored for him for so long close to bursting out from within me.

No way to contain it.

But I didn’t think there would be any talking me out of pursuing this with everything I had when he came rambling back out with that smirk licking across his striking face.

Swirls of color painting his flesh writhing beneath corded, hewn muscle as he walked.

A fortress in the middle of the night.

Every molecule in my body flared back to life when he slowly sat on the edge of the bed with a damp washcloth.

“Here.” The single word was uttered so low I felt it reverberate rather than heard it. His attention was careful as he placed the warm, wet washcloth on my belly. He gently ran it over my stomach then up to my breasts, cleaning me.

I wondered if it made me some kind of freak that I would rather him have spread his cum all over me than have him wipe it away.

Mark every inch of me with himself.

Charleigh would tell me I’d been reading too many smutty scenes in my books, which I’d have to politely inform her there could never be too many. Especially if that meant I got to live them out.

With Otto. Freaking. Hudson.

I had to stop myself from squealing as a wash of glee sped through me.

He peeked up at my face with those eyes, sucking me down into that chaotic ocean of blue. His smirk inched higher. “What are you over there grinnin’ about?”

“Grinning? I’m not grinning.” My fingers flew to my lips to trace the shape.

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