Nevaeh jerked awake to a hot, wet sensation racing across her neck. With eyes darting to the mass of black hair tickling her cheek, her mind raced, trying to piece together what was going on, where she was, and who the f**k was licking her neck! The wafting yum of sandalwood quickly answered that question. And for a small, sweet moment, she closed her eyes again and was lost in the soft massage of his lips, the lapping tickle of his tongue. Before she could shut it down, an indulgent moan vibrated in her throat. This alerted Aron as his head shot up, and suddenly her eyes were locked with his.
“How are you feeling?” His voice was quiet, soft. Electric fire spun in her stomach when she realized he had her caged between his arms as he lay beside her. Nevaeh swallowed.
Nope. Cou
