“I could eat,” I admit against Pablo’s lips. “What are we having?”
“If you keep talking like that, then you,” Verona growls, crawling away from Nico to hug me. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” I say, facing the group. “I think Pablo and I have a solution for you, Nico.”
“Ha! Rosa is the brains behind this. I just talked it out with her.”
“You can tell me all about it over dinner,” Nico says, getting up and walking to me to give me his hand so I can stand. “Do you want to go to college? I mean, is there anything you want to do with your life after all of this? Random thought, but you can literally do anything you want.”
“I’m just trying to make it through each day,” I say honestly, smiling as I hug his sweaty body. Mmm, he smells really good. I can’t help but respond to him, and he drops a kiss on my lips with a heated gaze. “Ask me again once we’re out of the woods?”
“I will.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ROSALIA
I feellike ants are crawling all over me. Ugh, and I’m so damn hot.
Trying not to wake anyone else up, I try to breathe through the suffocating warmth burning me through the inside out. Pressing my legs together, I gasp as slick drips down my thighs. A hand covers my bare stomach, and it eases my anxiety slightly. I can smell Nico beside me, and he kisses my shoulder where his shirt slipped off my shoulder during the night.
“Open your eyes, Rosa,” he whispers in my ear.
Tears slide down my overheated cheeks as I do as he says, turning my head to face him.
“Why do you insist on doing things alone?” he asks teasingly.
“Because I always have,” I rasp.
“You have a house full of people who would die for you, even though we’re figuring our shit out. Are you in heat?”
Verona pushes off the comforter with a huff and throws her pants across the room before she flops back into bed, still asleep.She’s always been a really heavy sleeper, but it’s no less amusing that she feels how hot I am and is reacting to it by undressing.
“I don’t think I am. I’ve been feeling like this on and off for a few days,” I admit.
“I want to spank you,” my husband growls.
This doesn’t scare me as much as it should for some reason, and I whimper as my pussy clenches on air.
“I think you enjoy the idea of being a willful brat and needing to be put in your place. Or is it more that you need something to ground yourself?” he breathes, pulling my shirt down until he exposes my breasts.
It’s cool in the guest house, despite how hot I feel. I yanked the temperature down to an arctic sixty-eight degrees, and there is still sweat running between my breasts.
Nico cages me between his arms, carefully keeping his weight off me as he drags his tongue through the valley of my cleavage, enjoying my whimper.
“You taste so sweet,” he sighs. There’s a giant warning between us that he sends down the bond, begging me to express my limits. I’m not scared right now, though.
His smile speaks of pleasure and orgasms as he sucks on my nipple, groaning as he tortures it.
“Nico,” I whimper.
“What do you need? Do you want me to wake up Pablo, baby?” he asks. “God, I don’t think this is a heat…”
“I need you. I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes darken as he watches me, the slight ambient light coming from outside brightening his face. His facial scruff feels so fucking good as he rubs his face against my warm skin, and he divests me of clothing as he continues to move down my body.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, pushing my legs wide as he gazes at my pussy. My clothes are all over the floor, and I think my underwear fell over Pablo’s face. I’m too distracted to check,and I moan as he laps at my slick. “Your nipples are as hard as diamonds. Show me how you like them touched. I want to see.”
