Page 63 of Baby, It’s Hotter Inside

Once we reach the door, he presses me against it. And then his mouth is on mine. I don't know what's happening. But I don't even care anymore. Because his tongue is in my mouth and his lips are running across mine and oh, God, I've never been kissed like this. I mean I've never really been kissed, but… but certainly not like this. I wiggle and then I feel that hard pipe beneath the layer of his zipper on his jeans.

Shamelessly, I rub myself on him and moan into his mouth. I'm done. I'm so done hiding how I feel about this man.

“Goddamn, kitten,” he growls. “Do you have any idea how much I fucking want you?”

“No, I really don't. But if you want to tell me or show me or make me a bulleted list, I am really all here for all of those things.”

He chuckles, then opens the door. He runs his nose up my throat. “You smell good.”

“Hey, Nash. Do you remember what I said earlier?”

His hands grip and squeeze my ass, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I trust you enough,” I tell him.

He squeezes his eyes shut. “Oh, fuck, Roni.” Then his soft brown eyes open and focus on me. “And what about wanting me enough?”

“Well, why don't you reach down there and see for yourself.”

chapter thirty-three

Nash

“Are you asking me to see how wet your pussy is, little girl?” I growl at her. I’ve never been this fucking hard and I’m surprised I haven’t already come in my pants. Roni is a walking wet dream.

“I am,” she says. “I already know, but I want you to know it too.”

I lick my lips. “You’re all slicked up for me, kitten?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Christ. I’m gonna nut all over myself like a goddamn teenager before I even touch you. You’ve got me so hard.” I bring her over to the bed and drop her down and she bounces on it. “This ain’t as nice as my bed at home, but it’ll have to do because I’m too impatient to wait until then.”

She leans back on her elbows and parts her thighs wide. Those plain white, cotton panties, probably the same kind she’s been wearing for years, are so wet on her pussy, there’s a dark shadow between her legs.

“You wax?” I ask

She shakes her head.

“Good girl.” I open my jeans because I can’t handle the pressure anymore. I reach into my grey boxer briefs and tug at my erection. It’s not what I want or what I need, but it feels good. “Take off your panties and show me that pussy. Let me see how wet you are.”

She lays back and pulls them off in some kind of magical movement. They fly over my shoulder and then she’s laying back on the bed wearing only that soaked-thru bra. Her hard nipples press at the damp fabric.

“Bra,” I groan. I squeeze the root of my dick.

She pulls it off, then gets up on her knees. “Can I see it?” she asks.

“My cock?”

“Yes,” she says, her voice full of eagerness.

Her brown eyes look up at me and she’s all innocence and sex and it’s a look that’s purely my Roni. I am such a goner for this woman. I pull my hand out of my boxers, then tug down my waistband so the head of my erection pokes through.

She grabs onto that waistband though—with both hands—and pulls them straight down to my knees. Then her hands are on me exploring. “You’re so big, Nash. Long and thick.” She runs one finger up the underside. “I like this vein.”

I release some kind of strangled noise. “Lick it. Kitten. Wrap your lips around my dick.”

She bends forward and does just that. She’s so eager, up on her hands and knees, her lips and tongue exploring my cock.