Page 66 of Baby, It’s Hotter Inside

I’m just about to tell her that I’m in love with her when I realize she’s fallen asleep.

chapter thirty-four

Roni

“I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or not,” I say.

The warm mouth moves southward on my body. “Not dreaming, kitten. I didn’t get to taste you earlier.” He snuggles his big body between my legs. Then he leans forward and licks me from my opening all the way to the top of my clit, where he briefly sucks that bundle of nerves into his mouth.

“Nash, yes,” I moan.

His tongue circles around my clit, then he moves lower to slide it inside my pussy. In effect, fucking me with his tongue. It’s filthy and carnal and so delicious.

I put my fingers on his head, scraping my nails against his scalp. “I could get used to waking up like this.”

I buck against his mouth because I want more. But he’s having none of my petulance. He drops a heavy arm across my hips, pressing me into the bed and weighing me down. This keeps me spread open to his mouth like I’m a damn buffet.

He keeps fucking me with his tongue, then using his thumb and forefinger to roll my clit. The sensations are driving me wild. Pleasure builds, heating my core.

“Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

And he doesn’t. His ministrations continue, over and over, and I know I’m rocketing towards a climax. He pinches my clit and I cry out his name as my body explodes with ecstasy. He licks and sucks every last wave of pleasure, then he crawls up my body, kissing each nipple as he goes.

I’m boneless and sated and I’m sure I have a ridiculously goofy smile on my lips, but I can’t find enough energy to care.

He moves his big body next to me and I roll to my side to face him.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” I ask.

“Not right now. Can we talk for a little while?” he asks.

My stomach tightens with dread. “Yeah. What did you want to talk about?” I inwardly wince, worried that I might have jumped the proverbial gun when I texted Amber back at some point while Nash was in the bathroom and told her that her plan—as crazy as it had been—had worked perfectly.

“Anything. Everything. Tell me something about you. Something you’ve never told anyone,” he says.

“Alright, let’s see. I’m terrified of monkeys.”

His brows shoot up. “Monkeys?”

“Yeah.” I shudder. “Creepy little hands and they scream. Just don’t like them.”

“Any particular kind?”

“All of them really. One of the many reasons I hate going to the zoo.”

“The other reasons?”

“Makes me sad to see the animals in captivity. I know modern zoos are more rehabilitative and help with rehoming animals who can’t return to their natural habitat, but it still makes me sad.”

“You are a beautiful soul, Veronica Cuevas,” he says.

“Thank you.”

“Except when it comes to monkeys.”

I poke him in the side. “I don’t want to hurt them. I just don’t want to have to be around them. So did you always want to take over your family’s candy shop? I mean is that the job you wanted when you were younger?” I ask.

He leans up on one big elbow. “No. I wanted to play professional football. But I blew out my knee my senior year of high school. That and I’m not sure I was all that good.”