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There hasn’t been a single second that he hasn’t looked at me with need and lust and affection. Even when he was pissed at me in the very beginning, I could still see the longing and the appreciation in the way his gaze raked over me.
“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”
Crawling over me, he doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s kissing me senseless like he didn’t just completely rock my world.
“Hmm?” His nose drags against mine, but his grin is what has butterflies erupting in my belly.
“Just appreciatin’ your fine male form,” I tease, and he looks up with a wicked smirk on his lips. “And the way you make me feel—how you make me see me the way that you do.”
My nails scrape against his scalp, and he leans into my touch.
“You’re beautiful, Fallon. Everything about you. Even the parts that drive me fuckin’ nuts,”—he pauses and raises a single brow—“and not in the sexy way either.”
“I love you, Otto. Wholly and unconditionally and forever.”
“You can’t take it back,” he whispers, his expression hopeful but still unsure.
“I don’t want to take it back.” Cradling his face in my hands, I say, “I want to love you the way you deserve.”
I let my palms drift down his neck, over his shoulders, and along the taut muscles of his abdomen before landing on his ass, which I give a hearty squeeze.
He chuckles and lowers his weight on top of me. “I love you. I’ve loved you a long time and I just”—his voice cracks and I pull him tighter against me—“I didn’t know if I’d ever get to be this happy.”
“We get to be this happy forever.”
“I love you. And Briggs. And even Tanner.”
“You do? Tanner, I mean. You just met him.”
The man naked on top of me shrugs, and I laugh, a full deep belly laugh that has him lifting off me and bracing himself on the mattress so he can look down at my face.
“He said we could get matching shirts.”
Wiping tears from my eyes, I nod. “I’m sure he did. You’re hard not to love.”
“Took you long enough to notice.”
Rolling my eyes, I push him the rest of the way off me and climb off the bed.
“What happens now?”
Otto stalks over to where I’m standing and pulls me tight against him.
“Right now,”—he drops a kiss to the corner of my mouth—“I’m going to peel your clothes from your body and then I’m gonna love on you.”
“Didn’t you just do that?” I say with a knowing smile.
“No, Princess, I fucked you hard and fast and dirty. Now I’m gonna make love to you.”
My cheeks heat and he chuckles.
“What?”
“That’s what makes you blush? All the filthy things I said to you, did to you, andthat’swhat gets you?”
I shrug and then reach for the hem of my dress and pull it over my head.
“Learnin’ what I like, I guess.”
