Page 19 of Nanny's Mate

There was no point in waiting around. Who knew how long they would be up there? Shifters were known for record-breaking sexcapades. And Mike couldn’t really blame them. His own hormones had returned with a fiery vengeance, and all he could think about was pushing his head between Beatriz’s legs.

He downed the rest of his beer, thanked Shirley, then headed out. He knew Beatriz might be busy since she was the one watching the triplets while Karla and Nate had sex, but he would wait until the end of time to get his hands on her.

Mike parked at her cabin and flicked his headlights off. His wolf was mad inside him, his cock already hard from the mere thought of Beatriz. He didn’t know how long he waited, but the second her car pulled up, he jumped out of his own like he was leaping out of a plane.

Beatriz was at the cabin door when he caught up to her. He walked boldly, feeling the inferno of his yearning throbbing like a deep ache.

“Hi,” she whispered. “I was hoping you’d come back again.”

Mike stopped in his tracks. She was pressed against the door, her breasts heaving up and down with anticipation. And those eyes. Like flares in the night, they blazed into him. She was wearing a V-neck that revealed ample cleavage, the sight of her velvety brown skin nearly sending him over the edge.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he growled, pushing his forehead against hers. “You are on my mind, dear Beatriz.”

Her eyes flickered with elation. Her smile was sneaky and devilish. And he couldn’t get enough.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Mike pressed his lips onto hers, wet and eager. Rain began to fall as their kiss heated. He pushed the door open and then smoothly lifted Beatriz into his arms. She dug her nails into the back of his head as he carried her to the couch, stripping her in a miraculous few seconds.

She moaned his name as he spread her legs, her dewy center ready and waiting.

ELEVEN

BEATRIZ

The excitement of having Mike in her cabin was almost too much to bear. Beatriz was hot, ready, and willing. She wanted him naked. No sooner was she inside the house than she leapt on him. The days apart were finally catching up to her.

She needed her mate. She wanted him, and dear God, nothing would keep them apart tonight. Her fingers tore at his clothes, ripping the buttons on his shirt until his chiseled chest was revealed to her.

He was a mountain of a man, all hard muscle and golden skin, his chest dusted with dark hair that she loved to run her fingers through. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and it fell to the floor, discarded like yesterday's news. He breathed hard, watching her with an intensity that stole her breath, even as she reached for the rugged waistband of his jeans.

Mike caught her hands in his, a wild desperation in his eyes that matched her own need. He pulled her close, their bodies crashing together, so they melted into one. His lips found hers, devouring her with a passion that set her heart ablaze. His hands were rough and possessive as they roamed over her back, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them.

Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his hips to reveal the lengths of his desire for her. Their clothes were forgotten, discarded on the floor in their haste. All Beatriz could think about was Mike with his powerful arms, burning eyes, and heart-stopping smile. She needed him tonight, only him.

He pulled away from their heated kiss, catching his breath. “Beatriz,” he said hoarsely, his voice filled with longing and something else. Something deep and unspoken that told her everything she needed to know.

With that one word, she threw herself at him once more, losing herself in his strong embrace as their bodies entwined together on the soft rug of her cabin floor. Tonight was theirs alone, a night filled with raw passion and endless longing.

Her clothes soon joined his discarded shirt on the floor, her dress pooling around her feet, leaving her bare except for the thinnest layer of lace. His eyes darkened with raw desire. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he pulled her back into his strong arms. He was rough yet tender, fierce yet loving … everything she remembered and more.

They kissed again, their lips sliding over each other's in a heated exchange of passion and need. His hands roved her body, tracing fiery trails across her bare skin and setting off sparks of pleasure that coursed through her. She pulled him closer, welcoming his heat, his strength, and his dominant masculinity that sent shivers down her spine.

His fingers traced the delicate curve of her waist before sliding up to caress the swell of her breasts. His touch was light but firm, and she gasped at the sensation, a rush of pleasure flooding her senses. His lips followed the path his fingers had made, sending waves of desire crashing through her.

“Mike,” she whispered into his ear, breathing heavily with anticipation and exhilaration.

He responded by brushing his lips against hers, teasing her with a whisper-like kiss that left her craving more. Her hands roamed to his back, feeling the rippling muscles shift under her touch as he pulled her even closer.

Slowly, he moved lower on her body, his lips tracing a blazing trail down her chest and stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs. With one lick, he sent her arching off the rug, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. His hands anchored her hips, keeping her grounded as waves of pleasure washed over her.

The world outside her cabin ceased to exist, its heat consuming everything in its path. She gripped the soft rug beneath them, her knuckles turning white.

His tongue teased and tasted, worshiped and explored, driving her further into a world of pleasure that had her gasping his name over and over. His hands held her steady, fingers digging into her hips as he lavished attention on her body.

She felt his tongue delve deeper, exploring her with a fervor that left her breathless. Every touch from him was like a live wire sending jolts of electric pleasure coursing through her veins.

The sensations were overwhelming, each touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole. She was lost in the moment, every thought and worry melting away as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy.

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