Chapter 8 Nathan
CHAPTER EIGHT
NATHAN
The first thing I’m aware of is heat. The second is the little snore, soft and whistly, coming from somewhere near my rib cage.
I crack open one eye. Roni is burrowed into my side, cheek pressed to my chest, drooling adorably.
Her arms are wrapped around my torso in a death grip, like she’s worried someone’s going to try and steal me in the middle of the night.
Not a chance. If anything, I’m the one planning to never let her go.
For the first time in six years, I wake up with her exactly where I want her.
Naked. Tangled up in my sheets. Mine. I stare down at the curve of her hip, the pale stretch of her thigh peeking from beneath the covers.
Her hair’s a total disaster, fanned out over my chest and the pillow, but she looks fucking perfect.
She shifts, nose twitching. Her leg slides over mine and, suddenly, I’m at half-mast, brain immediately defaulting to the greatest hits reel from last night. The memory is so sharp I have to bite back a groan. If I’m not careful, I’ll wake her up with morning wood jabbing her in the thigh.
I run a hand down her back, tracing the long line of her spine, and she stirs. A bleary blue eye cracks open, then narrows.
“You’re still here,” she croaks.
Her voice is pure morning gravel and sexy as hell. My cock wakes up and stretches, but I ignore the fucker. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She groans and buries her face in my pec. “Good. Now, let’s go back to bed. It’s too freaking early.”
I nuzzle her hair, inhaling that coconut-vanilla smell.
“Sounds like a plan.” I tighten my grip and bury my nose in her hair.
Damn, she smells good. I could get drunk on this scent and never want to come down.
Roni wriggles a little but doesn’t let go.
She’s wrapped around me like an octopus, and I’m loving every second.
She mumbles into my chest, lips brushing my skin. “Is it a crime to spend all day in bed?”
“Not if it’s with me.” My hand slides lower.
Her ass is right there, soft and perfect, and I can’t help but give it a squeeze.
Fuck sleeping. I’ve spent way too long without her.
I don’t even try to hide my smile when she squeaks and squeezes me with her thighs.
Honestly, my cock is wide awake at this point, poking her hip and ready for another round.
No shame. “Of course, we could probably come up with some other way to spend our time.”
She punches me in the stomach, not hard, but enough to make me laugh.
Then she stretches, arms above her head, arching her back so her tits are practically begging for attention.
My mouth waters. I reach up and cup one, thumb sweeping over her nipple.
She lets out this tiny gasp, all sleep-rough and perfect.
The sound shoots straight to my cock. I roll her nipple between my fingers, gentle at first, but she arches up against my hand like she needs more.
God, she’s gorgeous. The sheets are barely covering her hips, her tits all soft and flushed and begging for my mouth.
I dip my head and take her nipple between my lips, licking just the tip.
She shivers, and I smile against her skin and suck a little, loving how responsive she is for me. Only for me.
She groans and clings to my head, fingers tunneling into my hair. "Nathan," she warns, voice muffled and so fucking sexy it almost hurts. "You keep doing that, and we’re never getting out of bed today."
"Sounds like a plan to me.” I slide my hand down her belly, slow and careful, feeling her shiver under my palm. Jesus, she’s soft everywhere. All mine. I run my fingers lower and drag one through her slick heat, but the second I touch her, she flinches.
Oh, hell. I must’ve gone too hard last night. Pride and guilt punch me at the same time.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, and she just gives me this sleepy, wrecked little nod.
My cock is still ready to rock, but all I want now is to take care of her.
I nibble on her pouty bottom lip, then work my way down her luscious curves, slowly kissing and nipping along the way.
Her skin is all flushed and sensitive, every inch smelling like us.
By the time I get to her thighs, she’s whimpering my name.
Her thighs tremble under my palms as I nuzzle closer, inhaling the sweet, sleepy scent of her skin.
Roni’s whimpers go straight to my cock, making it damn near impossible to focus on anything but the gorgeous, curvy woman sprawled out in front of me.
The sheets are a mess, tangled around her legs, but I need her wide open for me. I nudge her knees apart, careful, gentle, trying not to push too hard after last night’s… enthusiasm.
“Jesus, Roni, you’re so beautiful,” I mutter against her skin. My hands smooth over her thighs, up to her hips, and I get a handful of her ass just because I fucking can. I graze her with my stubble, loving the way she squeaks and tries to twist away, but there’s nowhere to go. She’s trapped. Mine.
I go gentle this time, drawing circles around her clit, savoring her whimpers and gasps. She’s still a little sore, so I ease up on the pressure, just teasing her, kissing and licking, worshipping her.
I drag my tongue around her clit, slow and gentle, savoring the way her curvy body goes tight.
Jesus. She tastes like sweet cream and sin.
I lap at her, feather-light, barely touching, just enough to make her shiver all over.
Roni whimpers and grabs at my hair, nails digging in but not really trying to pull me away.
If anything, she’s holding me there, desperate for more.
That’s my girl. She’s so damn responsive it nearly breaks me.
“Too much?” I mumble against her skin, but she just shakes her head, wild and breathless.
“Never,” she manages, voice raspy as hell.
I grin into her soft thigh. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
She lets out a strangled noise that tells me she has no idea how crazy she makes me.
Her body is shaking, thighs quivering under my hands, and I know she’s close.
I keep my tongue moving, slow and gentle, flicking over her clit until her breath catches and her hips jerk up off the mattress.
She lets out a loud, desperate sob, and my cock leaks because I know I did that. I did that to my girl.
She explodes for me, body arching, silky walls clenching. I keep licking, softer now, drawing out every last aftershock until she’s a trembling mess, moaning my name in a voice so fucking raw it nearly undoes me.
I kiss her sweet pussy, then slowly work my way up, dragging my mouth over her belly, tasting sweat and satisfaction. Her hands find my shoulders, clinging, nails digging in like she never wants to let go. Perfect.
When I reach her mouth, I claim it with a slow, deep kiss and feel her melt underneath me all over again.
Her taste is pure Roni, and I’m instantly addicted.
I never want to stop kissing her. I want to make this her new baseline.
I want her waking up every morning with my mouth on hers and falling asleep every night knowing she’s mine.
My hands tangle in her wild hair while she tugs me even closer. She’s not gentle. Not shy. She’s greedy for every inch of me, and I fucking love it.
She’s so greedy, so hungry for me, it nearly blows my mind. I drag her up, settle her right on my chest, and hold her there like a goddamn treasure. My body goes into caveman mode, and I want to keep her right here, wrapped up and helpless, forever.
Roni tucks her head under my chin and sighs, all soft and satisfied.
Her fingers trace random patterns over my ribs, which is probably the greatest thing I’ve ever felt in my life, and I swear I could just melt straight into the mattress.
All the tension I’ve carried for years? Gone. Just like that.
I pull the blanket up over us, tangle my legs with hers, and kiss the top of her head for good measure. She makes this sleepy little noise and snuggles deeper into my side.
Yeah. This is perfect. My girl, my bed, my forever.
I fall asleep smiling like a damn idiot.