Page 47 of Under an Endless Moon

A rough chuckle rumbled out of me, and I dug around in my head for the correct kind of quip that would say playful and nottheonly time I do it is when I’m thinkin’ of you, except the couple on the screen were suddenly no longer arguing because the blonde chick was moaning loud while some dude ate her out.

Holy fuck.

I was off the couch in a flash because there was no chance in hell I could remain sitting next to Raven and act like a gentleman after that. Because the show was way hotter than it should have been, and I was suddenly all too eager to sit there andenjoyit with her.

Since doing that sort of enjoying was nothing but blasphemy, a line I could never cross, my frustrations were bubbling out, instead. I gestured wildly at the television. “What the hell are you watching?”

She scowled like I was ridiculous, but I could see the redness on her face had ratcheted by a thousand. Sitting up, she pointed the remote at the television and clicked it off. “Seriously, Otto, I think you might be worse than my brother. Twenty-five, remember?”

Good, let her think I was freaking out because I thought it was inappropriate she was watching it. Not because I was pummeled by the vision of getting on my knees, pushing up that dress, and doing the same.

Getting to all the sweetness underneath and sending her soaring.

“It’s not your delicate sensitivities I’m worried about. It’s mine. Disney Junior, remember?” I said it a tease.

She shook her head as she stood. “You’re ridiculous, do you know that?”

“Oh, darlin’, you don’t have the first clue.” I let as much coyness as I could muster coast into my voice.

She stretched those arms overhead, her back curving in the most delectable way. “I guess I’d better get to sleep, anyway. It’s been a really long day.” She glanced at the couch. “I’ll sleep here.”

“You know that’s not going to happen.”

“I don’t want to take your bed, Otto.”

There was no stopping myself from reaching out and brushing the pad of my thumb over the tiny, dark freckle on the edge of her upper lip. That spot that I never ceased wanting to dip in and lick.

She froze at the contact, shocked by my touch. I didn’t even try to go for light. “Want you in my bed, Raven.”

She didn’t need to know what that really meant.

She seemed to sway though, caught off guard by my words, before she slowly nodded. “I’ll find a place soon.”

Clearing my throat, I stepped back. “Come on, I’ll find you something to sleep in.”

She followed me into my bedroom, her bare feet padding up the steps behind me. Even though I could easily toss the girl over my shoulder, I still felt the weight of her like a riptide. Pulling fierce and strong, threatening to drag me under.

I crossed to my dresser, and my attention caught on the picture that I kept on display. A constant reminder of my purpose. The reason I could never give or take.

My teeth gritted, and I pulled open the top left drawer and dugaround for a white tee. I turned to find Raven near my bed. Nerves ricocheted from that tight little body and battered into me.

I gulped my reaction down and took the four steps required to be standing in front of her. “Here you go. I’ll grab some fresh sheets.”

Before I could walk out, she reached out to stop me. “That’s not necessary.”

My brow furrowed. “You don’t want clean sheets?”

That lust-inducing mouth quirked, rippling with temptation. “I’m wrapped around you on your bike all the time, Otto. I think I can handle being wrapped in your sheets.”

Swore to God, the woman knew exactly what she was doing to me. She had to know the way my guts twined with a greed unlike anything I’d ever known with the suggestion that was clear in her voice.

But I knew better.Sheknew better.

I forced myself to take a step away before I did something I couldn’t take back. “Goodnight, Raven. Let me know if you need anything.”

I headed for the door, and her voice stopped me before I made it out. “Otto?”

I turned to look back at her from over my shoulder. “Yeah?”

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