“You’re more than enough,” Sullivan said with a ferocity that would have scared Rafe only a few weeks earlier. Now, he heard the possession in his tone, and knew it was all about how deeply Sullivan felt things. “Don’t ever forget that.”
“I’m not sure you’d let me.” Though the shirt wasn’t fully open yet, he slipped his hand inside to sculpt over the hard muscle, finding the taut peak of a n****e and flicking it with his nail. “Though I seem to remember you telling me once you didn’t have to be tops at everything.”
Sullivan gasped as he pinched the tight flesh, arching away from the bed for a split second before falling back to it again. “Whatever you want.” His lips gleamed where he swiped over them with his tongue. “I would have devoted myself to you without the vows, Rafe. With them,
