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I broke away, smiling like an idiot, and rested my forehead to his.

“You love me,” I whispered against his lips.

“I love you, Theo,” Rhodes said and kissed me once more.

Rhodes Kennedy loved me. No words would ever be enough to describe how that made me feel. I melted into him as his confession played on repeat in my head until it was carved into my very soul.

CHAPTER 62

Rhodes

Have I mentioned how much I like you in suspenders?” I murmured as we walked through the door to our room. As I kicked the door shut, I fisted one of his coral suspenders and yanked him forward, his body bumping hard into mine. His hands caught on my shoulders as his mouth curved into that wide smile I couldn’t get enough of. The same one that seemed permanently there since I told him I loved him.

I dragged him the final distance, and my mouth found his in a kiss that was anything but gentle. I didn’t have time for gentle. My cock had spent most of the night demanding his attention as I watched him laugh and smile with everyone I called family. He and May started a dance battle that turned into a full wedding-party event. After that, somehow he, Sloane, Grant, Trent, and a few others had started the world’s most dangerous game of touch football using Sariah’s bouquet as the ball. Admittedly, I’d joined in. Every time the song turned soft and slow, I took the opportunity to pull him close and dance with him—well, except for the few times May or Sariah stole him first.

I was so goddamn happy and turned on because Theo was at the center of my happiness. And I wanted nothing more than to kiss, lick, and bite every inch of him until he forgot his own name.

His lips parted, and my tongue sought out his, tasting of champagne and chocolate. He let out a small sound, wrecked and desperate, as his fingers slid up into my hair. I kissed him hard and dragged my teeth over his lower lip. I drank up every little sound he made as his body melted into mine. My mouth drifted across his jaw and down his neck, alternating between brief kisses and quick nips.

“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you look in pink?” I murmured against his skin. For as much as I said the words to reassure him, I also meant them. The coral dress pants and white shirt were a delicious combination against his tanned skin. I sank my teeth into his neck and enjoyed the loud gasp he made, his body arching into mine. I held it, slowly increasing the intensity while my hand drifted down his stomach and smoothed over the bulge in his pants. The whine that escaped him as his hips rolled into my hand shot straight to my balls. “But you have far too many clothes on.”

Pulling back, I playfully snapped one suspender before stepping away. I walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

“Strip, little wolf,” I ordered. “Slowly. Let me enjoy it.”

Theo stood there for a moment, his chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. That bratty fire I loved flickered in his eyes, and I arched a brow, practically daring him to.

“And if I don’t?” he asked. “Go slowly, that is?”

“By all means, test me,” I said. “One way or another, you’re going to end up naked for me, little wolf, but if I let you come is an entirely different story.”

I watched him consider it.

“Counteroffer,” he replied, taking me by surprise.

“Only one of us is in control here,” I reminded him.

“Counter… request?” The little way his voice rose with the word was adorable. My silence was his only invitation to continue. “I want to see your stroke yourself as I do.”

I stared at him, holding his gaze long enough to make him squirm. Neither of us moved, the silence stretching as I let him wonder whether he’d pushed too far. His confidence faltered—his throat working as he swallowed, his fingers twitching at his side—but he refused to look away.

Finally, I leaned back on one hand and undid my belt with the other. His gaze dropped to watch as I popped open the button of my pants and took my cock out. Precum leaked from my slit as I stroked my length slowly from base-to-tip. I gave nothing away about the relief I felt being freed, but I did catch how his tongue ran over his lower lip as he watched. Greedy little wolf.

“Strip, Theo,” I repeated when he didn’t move right away. His cheeks flushed pink as his gaze snapped back up to meet mine.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, flustered in a way that was too cute for words. He slipped off his shoes before his fingers found the first button at the hollow of his neck and fumbled through opening it. The next one followed. And then the next. My hand kept moving on my hard length, slow and deliberate—one stroke for each button he undid like a reward.

He slid the suspenders off his shoulders, and the shirt followed. I took my time dragging my gaze up his lean muscles, tracing each dip and curve with my eyes. I wanted to drag my tongue along each one of them. I watched the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed hard, his skin warming under the attention.

“Don’t stop, little wolf,” I said when my gaze met his. “Keep going. Pants. Now.”

He undid the button quickly and hooked his thumbs into his waistband. His eyes held mine as he pushed them down his hips, over his strong thighs, let them drop to his ankles, and stepped out of them.

My gaze stopped on the sheer black briefs he wore. The see-through fabric clung to him like it had been painted on, cutting high on his hips. Underneath, his dick was hard and flushed as it curved up against his stomach. The tight fabric caged it in, and a wet patch blossomed around the head where he leaked.

My hand slowed on my cock, and I squeezed the base, letting the ache build as I drank in the sight of him. Fucking hell.

“Theo,” I said, my voice rough.