Page 15 of Single Dad's Hot Nanny

The way she nibbled on her lower lip sent heat rippling through me.

“If it is, we’ll just have to come up with an interesting tie-breaker. I’m sure we can think of something.”

There was a husky, suggestive quality to her tone, and she glanced at my mouth when she said it. Or was that wishful thinking on my part…?

“Hmmm,” I hummed as I lifted my tie to her face. “Your turn.”

I caught the hitch in her breath when I leaned closer to blindfold her. The proximity made every nerve in my body come alive. As I gently placed the cover over her eyes, she bit her lip again, and her breath came out faster. A mental struggle ensued as I stared at her mouth. Just go ahead and taste her or not? I was sure she wouldn’t mind… Swallowing, I decided against it.

“Is that okay?” I asked.

She gulped and nodded.

Christ.When did our silly game become charged with so much sexual tension? I pulled back and blew out a breath. “Here’s the first one.”

I watched, riveted, as the spoon slid between her lips. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of other things…mybody parts between them.

“Strawberry-cheesecake,” she guessed. “I love strawberriesandcheesecake.”

“Correct,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

She got the next three wrong, and her disappointed pout just invited me to press my lips to hers.

“Last one,” I announced. “Open up.” I almost winced because that might have come out more suggestive than I intended. She complied, and her tongue darted out to catch a drop that had landed on her lip. I couldn’t help the soft, tortured groan that escaped me, and she smirked. The minx.

“That one is raspberry,” she said with a smile.

My eyes were glued to her mouth, and I barely registered what she said. Clearing my throat, I replied, “You got it.” I reached over to untie her blindfold and I couldn’t help picturing more erotic ways to use my tie on her.

“You lost,” I said. “I guess you’re paying for our order.”

“I guess so.”

Our eyes locked, and hers were half-lidded and smoldering with desire. I knew it then that I’d get a taste of my Blind Connection tonight—on our first and what was supposed to be our only date. I couldn't fight the attraction anymore.

7

MIA

My back hit the wall, and my legs wrapped around Michael’s waist the instant we stepped into my apartment. His mouth crushed mine in a ferocious and demanding kiss that sent fire shooting through my veins. I dropped my purse to wind my arms tighter around his shoulders. We ended up not ordering any more froyo after our “yogurt clash.”

The tension that simmered between us had exploded into something we were both helpless to resist. When I suggested coming to my place, he hadn’t refused. I think he broke a few traffic rules on the short drive to my apartment, and I had pretty much thrown myself at him on the elevator. The journey up to the eighth floor had been interesting. At one point, I thought Michael would throw caution to the wind and make love to me right there in the elevator.

I knew it wasn’t his typical behavior. The man seemed so in control otherwise. Even in the middle of our kiss, he had the wherewithal to reach over to lock my door properly. I chuckled, and he pulled away to peer at me. We were both breathing hard.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Even during a passionate lip-lock, you remember to lock the door, while I forgot about it. I knew you were the uber-responsible type.”

His mossy green eyes bore into mine. “If I were all that responsible, I wouldn’t be on the verge of fucking my blind date against her door after one meeting.”

“Something tells me this isn’t normal for you.” He quirked an eyebrow, and I smiled. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you to stop overthinking things and live a little, Michael?”

His eyes narrowed, and he dove back into our kiss with gusto. I guessed that was him taking my advice to stop overthinking. His hands moved down my sides to caress my legs, which were left bare after my dress rode up. His fingertips were hot on my skin like a brand, and I shivered with delight. I couldn’t wait to have him touch me everywhere else.

He pressed me harder against the wall and ground his hips so I could feel his hardness. I moaned into his mouth and fisted my hands in his hair. Our tongues danced in a rhythm that felt familiar, as if we weren’t strangers and had done this many times.

Micheal was an incredible kisser. He teased and dominated like an expert. I got more riled up with each stroke of his tongue, and the feeling of every inch of his hard body pressed against me drove me to the edge. I wanted nothing more than to be lost in this moment with him, to forget about everything else and justfeel.

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