Page 56 of Under an Endless Moon

Any of the fear I’d felt last night had been eradicated by the presence of Otto who I was currently plastered against.

His enormous body wrapped around mine as he slept.

Protectively.

Possessively.

And there was no question within me that lying in their strength was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Sometime during the night, we’d kicked off the covers. Apparently being in this bed with him had ignited a fire, and now I burned at a thousand degrees.

My skin flaming in every spot we touched.

A hazy, filmy light filled his room. Through it, I gazed across athis handsome face where he rested his cheek on the pillow. A face that stirred a riot inside me. The longer pieces of his cropped hair were a mess, and his stubble had grown thick.

His eyes were closed, and the sharp curve of his jaw had softened with his sleep. Plush lips barely parted as he breathed.

His scent swamped me.

Patchouli and warm apple pie.

His aura was the only thing I could breathe.

I wanted to sink into it.

Inhale and imbibe.

Disappear.

No question, even thinking about it was dangerous. But I didn’t know how to stop myself when I would likely never have another chance.

I gave into the compulsion and allowed my eyes to caress over his bare flesh.

A tremble flash-fired through my body. Desire burning through me in a quivering of need. I hadn’t seen him without a shirt in quite a few years. Whenever we went to the lake, he rarely played in the water, which was a complete injustice because, oh my God, this man was beautiful.

My gaze roamed over his thick, muscled arms and the swirling art that River had tattooed on him.

Otto’s ink was a mix of dark and light. Skulls and crosses and spirits that crawled up his flesh.

Though flowers were woven in between, as if hope had braided itself into his grief.

My fingers itched with the need to trace the designs. Memorize each one. Commit him to memory in a way he’d never allowed me.

I lost my breath when I shifted and the top of my thigh grazed his front. I froze as a firestorm of heat swept through my entire being.

My stomach tight and my heart battering.

Was that his…cock? And was he…hard?

I gulped around the jagged rocks that had suddenly lodged in my throat.

Crap, what was I supposed to do?

A dark, deep sound rolled through Otto’s chest, and he startedto press himself harder against the top of my thigh where one of my legs was pinned between both of his.

Definitely his cock.

I didn’t know if I should hold really still and let him go about his business because interrupting him seemed like an injustice itself, or if it would be more considerate to wake him up from whatever dream he was having the way he’d done with me last night.

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