Page 67 of Split You Open

My body goes limp with relief.

“Santi, you just scared the shit out of me,” I whisper to him in Spanish as I flop back down.

His body shakes with silent laughter.

“It’s not funny, I could’ve killed you.”

“I’m not sorry,” he murmurs in Spanish before kissing his way up my inner thigh. “I like when you’re all murdery. It’s so fucking hot.”

This time, it’s my turn to giggle.

It’s cut off as his mouth presses against my panties.

“Santi…” I warn. I keep my voice low to avoid waking the others.

Santi sucks on the thin fabric of my panties, and I groan at the feel of his hot mouth on my core. He grabs one of my legs and hikes it over his shoulder. He sucks on my panties again and pleasure creeps up my spine.

“Please, cariño, I need to taste you again. Once a day isn’t enough.”

I shake my head, but I can’t stop my hands from reaching down and sliding through his hair. His fingers slide up the outside of my legs to the waistband of my panties. Before I can tell him to stop, he rips them away.

“You’re replacing those.”

“I’ll buy as many as you want,” he promises.

His tongue slides through my core before I can reply. I choke on a gasp and my hips lift.

“We’re going to wake the others, Santi. We can’t⁠—”

“Please, Blair. I woke so hungry for you that I’m consumed by it. I need you. Please, I’ll be quiet. You’ll just have to be quiet too.”

I shiver at the need in his voice.

“I’ll make you feel so good, cariño. If you’re tired just let me feast on you until you go back to sleep.”

Before I can give him the go ahead, there comes a rough, low laugh to my right.

“Listen to all this pretty begging from such an overeager slut.”

Santi and I both startle at the new voice joining us. We look over to see Rhett propping his elbow up and placing his head in his hand to watch us.

“Do you know how late it is?” he asks us.

“There’s never a bad time to eat mi cariño’s pussy.”

Rhett glances at me. “Our Santi is the very definition of gluttonous.”

Our Santi.

My heart swells painfully in my chest.

I open my mouth to say something, but Santi runs his tongue through me again. The warmth of his mouth cuts off my ability to speak. Hell, even to think. The motion is slow, his tongue everywhere at once. There’s no stopping the low groan that slips past my lips this time.

Rhett hums thoughtfully as he watches.

I try to hold his gaze, but Santi’s tongue runs through me again and my eyes roll into the back of my head. A hearty moan vibrates in my throat.

The sound seems to trigger a frenzy because Santi suddenly stops his lazy licking and starts feasting. I throw my forearm over my mouth to keep from crying out. The sound is hardly what I would consider muffled but, hey, at least I’m trying.