Page 66 of Nanny for the Firefighter

Before I can finish, he pushes forward and down to the step in front of me, kneeling right at my knees.

“I hope you don’t believe a word that asshole said, Bridget.”

My chest squeezes, and I feel both relieved and embarrassed.

“It’s hard to shake what he said, Mason. I…yeah.”

“Bridget, you’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

He takes my hands, wrapping his around mine and staring into my eyes so intently that I almost want to look away.

“He’s not right, Bridget. Not one fucking bit.” Mason uses his grip on my hands to pull me into his arms. “And I’ll do anything to prove that to you.”

“Honestly,” I laugh a little against him, “this helps.”

He holds me back so that he can look down into my eyes. “I’m not done yet, Songbird.”

My entire body shivers at the word, Mason’s little hint at what’s to come, and before I can say anything, he scoops me up into his arms.

“But I need a bed.”

We are upstairs in a flash, and as Mason lays me back on the mattress, I stare up into his eyes.

“Are you sure, Mason? I’m…I’m far from baggage-free.”

He grips my chin, locking his stare on me. “I do not care. Now, hush. I have work to do.”

I give in again to how incredible Mason makes me feel, not willing to fight this anymore. Mason hovers over me as my breaths make my chest flutter up and down.

Nervousness still clings to me, but Mason lowers his lips to the top of my breast, gently kissing the skin exposed by my bathing suit.

I moan low as he grips the straps on my shoulders and quickly pulls them down. He gets my suit all the way down to my hips, kissing every inch of my skin as he goes.

As he gets the tight suit over my hips and down my legs, my emotions are a tumble of arousal and nagging insecurity. Jai’s wordsdidsink in farther than I should have ever let them.

Seeing myself as beautiful is damn near impossible now.

“You are so gorgeous, Songbird.”

Blushing, I smile at him, turning my head to the side as he kisses more and more of my exposed skin.

Time warps in a heightened blur of frenzied kisses and caresses, and in no time at all, Mason is gloriously naked in front of me, as am I.

Mason travels his lips over every inch of me, growling against my skin as I moan and whine, my pussyachingfor him. As he reaches the space between my legs with his mouth, my body roars for his touch.

“I will never get tired of seeing you, Bridget. You’re fucking stunning.”

“Please, Mason.” I arch against his touch, my entire being hungry for more of his touch. “Please.”

“Sing for me, gorgeous. Let me hear those beautiful sounds.”

He licks up my slit as I grip his hair. The feeling is delicious and sinful, and I whimper as he teases my heated skin with light caresses.

I meet his hungry stare—burning and raw.God, I fucking need him.

Dragging him up to my mouth and claiming his lips, I can taste myself on his tongue. Mason wraps an arm under my waist, pulling me closer to him with a grip on my head.

“That’s it, precious.” I shakily reach for his hand, laying it on my breast.

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