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“Um…” I begin for lack of anything else, doing my very best not to wiggle.

Too bad my very best isn’t good enough.

He groans, grips my hips and holds me still on his body. “The blanket. Twenty pounds…” What am I even saying? I lift my head and meet his gaze.

“I kind of like the weight of you on me better,” he murmurs and when I don’t say anything, he rolls me until I’m beneath all six feet of him, his hard body pinning me to the floor. “But I think you might prefer this position.”

Oh boy.

7

NOAH

Big blue eyes stare up at me, and as I press my weight into her soft body, my every teenage fantasy coming to life, she wets her lips. Fuck. Nothing about this is right. She’s my nanny, for Christ’s sake. Or rather, Camryn’s nanny, and getting involved in any kind of capacity is wrong.

Too bad my dick didn’t get that memo.

“Brighton,” I murmur, my gaze going to her damp lips as my cock thickens to the point of pain.

End this, Noah.

“Do you like this position?”

She stares up at me, her blue eyes clouding over, and for a second I think she’s going to push me off, which, of course, would be for the best. When she hesitates, I put my arms on either side of her head, about to make the right decision for us both, but stop when she speaks.

“I like both positions,” she answers, and as soon as I hear those words, I hand over all decision-making skills to my very happy cock. Heat moves into her cheeks, painting them the prettiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen.

“Me too,” I say, and as my cock urges me to take this to my bedroom, I press my lips to hers. That first sweet taste of her mouth sends fireworks through my veins, and I moan when she snakes her tongue out, tentatively tangling it with mine. No way will I settle for tentative. I groan into her mouth, and angle my head, tangling my tongue with hers as I seek a deeper, more thorough taste of her.

But it’s not just her mouth I want to taste tonight. Fuck no. I want my tongue on her body, everywhere. With that last thought in mind, I break the kiss and go up on my palms. Her eyes are half closed, her lips still parted.

“Bedroom,” I whisper, and she nods eagerly.

Loving her enthusiasm, I go back on my heels and pull her up until she’s seated. I climb to my feet and lift her with me, an easy task, considering how tiny she is. Yes, I noticed how her bathing suit was big on her today, and how at one point I nearly got a sneak peek of her nipple. It’s possible I was hoping for a glimpse. Honestly, could I have been more juvenile?

I put my arms around her body, cup her ass and a surprised gasp escapes her lips as I lift her onto my hips. Her legs curl around me and hug my ass as I hurry to my bedroom and kick the door shut behind us. It’s dusk outside; the pink and orange hues streaking the sky seep through my open curtains and pour dim light in my room, but I want to see all of her. I flick the light on and gaze at the woman balanced on my hips. Fuck, I never thought my first night in my new place would go down quite like this. Speaking of going down.

I carry her to my bed and lower her. She slides down my body, massaging my cock as her feet seek the floor, and I groan in total agony. “Are you okay, Noah?”

“Fuck no, are you?”

“No,” she answers. “But I want to be not okay together.”

“Yeah, not okay together,” I agree, liking the sound of that. I cup her face, and kiss her again, loving the way she softens beneath my body. I’m working not to rush, but Jesus, how long have I been fantasizing about this, I slowly sink to my knees. When my knees hit the floor, I can’t help but think I’ve done something good in a past life, because we’re both the perfect height for my mouth to align with her beautiful, lush breasts.

I press my mouth to her cotton shirt, searching for her nipple. “I’m dirty,” she murmurs.

Fuck. I lift my head. “Are you trying to make me lose it before we even start?”

She gives a nervous chuckle full of desire. “No, I meant my shirt, it’s wet. Dinner. Sauce. Dirty.”

I love how I’ve reduced her to one-word sentences, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a struggle to put a coherent sentence together myself. “It just so happens I like you wet and dirty, Brighton.”

“Oh God.” She rakes her hands through my hair, holding my mouth to her body as I seek her nipple. It hardens beneath my caress, and as I kiss her, my cock dying for attention, my entire being needs her naked.

I glance back up at her and find her watching me with heated interest. My fingers dip under her shirt and I lift the material, running my knuckles along her sides. She quivers beneath my touch, a small breathy sound escaping her damp, parted lips. I lift her shirt higher and moan at the sight of her white lace bra. I lean in, and kiss her nipple through the material, and she arches her back, like she’s trying to force her soft pink bud into my hungry mouth. No force necessary. I plan to devour every inch of her, but I do love her needy desperation.

“So pretty,” I murmur, and when I reach her neck, her hands fall over mine. The heat of her skin burns through me, but she holds my hands still. My gaze lifts to hers. Is she having second thoughts? Her fingers stroke my hands, a careful exploration. Has she been wanting to touch me as much as I’ve been wanting to touch her? She takes the hem of her shirt from me, and I sit back on my heels to admire her body as she lifts the shirt over her head, letting me know in no uncertain terms she’s totally into this.

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