“And you’re supposed to be resting.” My head barely shook. “I’m fine. I don’t even have a headache.” “Raven,” he started to argue, and I closed the distance between our mouths, breathing the words through the brush of my lips. “I intend on celebrating you all day, Otto Hudson. Again and again. In every way that brings you pleasure.” “Raven.” That time my name was a needy moan, and a ripple of satisfaction went blazing when I realized he was giving in.
