Page 138 of The Wedding Hangover


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And now, after all those years of resistance, I’m okay with it.In fact, I love it.Because I love him.

“I’ve been thinking,” I say.

“That’s never smart.”

“I was thinking that I should get a tattoo to complement Selkie the Junk Juggler.”

“Oooh.I like that idea.Let’s brainstorm on designs.I’ve already thought of a great one.”

My cheek presses against him as I smile.

“It has to be something that reflects the true man I am.”

“Of course.”I already know what he’s going to say.

“A giant Mantis overlord.”

Ding, ding, ding!I was right.“Any other options?Oh, and where on my body is this tattoo going?”

“Right over the smooth porpoise.”

I laugh into his wet skin.“It won’t stay that way much longer, unless I return to the torture chamber.”

“Don’t do it on my account.I don’t care about the wrapper.All I want is the taco.”

We both laugh this time.

“How about you in your Vegas beer bong hat?”

“That would be fine art right there.”

I release my grasp of him and pull back, looking up.He’s looking down on me.

“I love you with all my heart, Declan.”

He nods.Water drips from his black curls.

“I’ve put you through hell and I’m sorry.No more running.I will never hurt you again.”

He smiles sadly.“Please don’t.I know I’m a badass, but I couldn’t take it.”

“Never again.You have my promise.”

He leans down and gives me a gentle kiss.

We soap up, rinse, and towel each other off.Then Declan lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed, carefully lays me down, and joins me.

We hang on tight to one another, and I think we both fall asleep almost instantly.I know I do.But I’m woken up by a hungry bear.

Hungry for me.

Declan still cradles me in his arms.He’s leaving tender kisses down the side of my neck, in the hollow of my throat, and along my collarbones.His lips feel so soft and loving, and I relax into the bliss of his mouth brushing against my skin.

His big cock is nudging up against my belly and I throw a thigh over his hip.

Declan rolls me under him and props himself on his elbows.I can see his expression in the dim bathroom light.He’s looking at me with relief and love.I push a lock of his black hair away from his face.

He drops his mouth to mine.I’ll never get over how a man this big and powerful can be so tender with me, so willing to let me see who he is.