Otto moaned and dropped down a fraction, letting his heat burn through my body as he kissed me into a puddle. A needy, helpless puddle. “Otto.” “I know, baby, I know.” He pushed up high on one hand and let the other glide up my outer thigh until he was gripping my hip. I felt his fingers tremble. Felt his nerves. The concern he forever held for me as he pulled back, breaths heaving from his lungs as he studied me. “You say, Raven. If you get scared or anxious or just fuckin’ change your mind, you say.” “I promise.”
