CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
QUINCY
Things didn’t go exactly to plan. Kennedy had fed me, snagging some crackers and making me a plate of a variety of leftovers. I’d scarfed it all down before being led to the shower where he’d soaped and touched and kissed every inch of my body. Especially my flat stomach.
He’d tucked us into bed and before he could do more than pull the blankets up, I’d fallen asleep.
His plan to get his tongue between my legs did happen though after a nap delay. Because him sucking and nibbling on my c**t was how I woke up from it.
I arched my back and moaned.
“This is how I want to always wake up,” I murmured.
There was still light in the sky, so I must not have slept too long.
“I can make that happen.” Kennedy lifted his head enough to look up my bare body and meet my e
