His chuckle rumbled with a delicious threat. “You are in so much trouble, Little Moonflower.” “That’s what I like to hear, Burly Bear.” Otto let go of a low, ardent laugh, and he edged back, thumb tracing the contour of my cheek. “What am I going to do with you?” “The question should be, ‘What aren’t you going to do to me?’” He shook his head as he stepped back. The most arrogant smirk had taken to his expression. “Come on, let’s get you downtown before I tie you to my bed so we can start answering that question.”
