Page 57 of Nanny for the Firefighter

It doesn’t take long for Mason to wrap his arms around me, moving my legs so that they encircle his waist.

Before I can ask, he stands up from his desk and takes us up the stairs. I have a feeling I know where we’re going, and for as fast as this might feel, I’m not fighting it anymore.

Mason turns at the top of the stairs, and my suspicions are confirmed. When he reaches down and opens the door, I see the familiar room and then I’m swiftly deposited on the bed.

After all these years, after wondering what Mason would feel like and regretting every moment that I went with Jai instead of him, the reality is so much better than I could have imagined.

The feeling of Mason’s lips against mine is so amazing that it’s downright sinful. His stubble brushes against my skin, and he tastes like whiskey and summer.

I want more of him, so much more, and I swirl my tongue over his.

As he presses into me, I can feel him pull back slightly.

He breaks the kiss, backing up as I lie on the bed.

I’m about to ask if something is wrong, but he yanks me to his mouth again, and I sigh.

“I’ve waited too long for this, and I want to be sure we’re okay.”

Mason rushes over to the door, closes it, and then takes out his phone. I study him, confused, before I see him pull up the monitor app that can let us know if Mia is stirring.

“Oh.” I smile. “Got it.”

I nod, and Mason is back to me in a flash. His lips find mine, and before I know it, he’s working to get my tee over my head.

Nervous energy flutters through me. I remember all the things Jai said, and my heart pounds as Mason takes it off and tosses my shirt to the side.

He stares at me, and I can hardly breathe. Oh my God, what is he thinking? I know I’m not a supermodel or anything but?—

“You are divine, Songbird.”

Sagging into the bed, I release a shaky breath, unable to meet Mason’s eyes.

His fingers grip my chin, and he lifts me up to look at him.

“You are. And ifsomeonemade you feel like you weren’t,” Mason eyes me, and we both know who he’s talking about, “then fuck him.”

My cheeks burn, a swell of emotions roaring through my chest, and then the stupidest thought hits me.

I’m wearing a sports bra.

It’s not like I had time to change into something sexy for this, and I didn’t plan on sleeping with anyone, so…

Oh, hell.

“You might need to help me with that, though.” Mason grins, and I could smack him if I didn’t adore him so much.

With more effort than I like, I get the damn thing off, and then I’m suddenly topless in front of Mason.

But yet again, Mason makes all the nerves go away when he runs his hands up my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and squeezing.

A low, throaty moan escapes, and I reel as he teases my nipples.

I can feel how hard the little buds are, and as if this couldn’t get better, Mason lowers his mouth over me.

He sucks my nipple in his mouth, nibbling playfully, and my hands shoot up into his hair, gripping the thick locks as he ramps up the fire in my core.

It’s been ages since I’ve done this, and I have to imagine that it’s been a minute for Mason, too. You could’ve fooled me, though, and I melt into his arms as he continues.

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