Page 19 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

“That’s why I captured it all. I’ll send it to you.” The bed dipped beside me, and my eyes opened to find Colton staring down at me, so full of masculine energy and that cowboy spirit that was at the heart of every good book boyfriend.

“What the hell is a book boyfriend?” he grumbled.

I laughed. “Did I say that out loud?”

“You did.” He laughed, and holy hell, that made him even hotter. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I did not.” I laughed, trying to sit up a few times before I actually did it. I needed to use the last of my energy to take a quick shower. I stood and swayed, yawning so big my jaw cracked. “Be right back.” I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I blamed the bone-deep exhaustion for stripping out of my clothes on the way to the bathroom. I promised myself I would be embarrassed about it tomorrow when I had all my wits about me.

For now, I stepped into the hot shower and soaped up quickly, rinsing off even quicker. I didn’t have time to dawdle because my lids grew heavier and heavier as I stepped out and dried off, dropping the towel on the floor. “Better,” I groaned and opened theen suitebathroom door and crawled into bed, completely naked.

A low growl was the last thing I heard before I sank into a deep sleep.

Chapter12

Colton

Molly. Naked. Completely and beautifully, gloriously naked. Her body was the stuff those old artists painted about, wrote songs about, and fought wars to have. She was the perfect hourglass. I’d seen her in yoga gear, in itty-bitty shorts, but Molly in nothing at all was enough to make my mouth water and my cock twitch in my pants. She had big, plump tits with hot pink nipples, hard and puckered. Her waist was small and grew into flared-out hips and a round, slightly jiggly ass, the kind that was perfect to smack and grip. I thought about marking her pale cheeks with my hand, gripping those hips as I pounded into her from behind.

Thinking about any of it was wrong, but my cock was hard and the rest of me stood there, frozen with indecision. I wanted her. I had to have her, but she just crawled into bed, completely unaware of the effect she had on me as she tugged the blanket over her body and smiled. “’Night, Colt.”

Molly was exhausted, so I decided to let her get some sleep, not that I could’ve done anything about it with her snug under the blanket and her breaths already coming in slow and deep. There was chili in the slow cooker, and now that I knew she and Hunter were safe—especially after the goat incident—I took a quick shower and gave in to the hunger that twisted my guts.

It felt weird eating in silence like this when I’d gotten used to lively meals with Hunter’s endless questions and chatter and Molly’s sweet laughter. I ate two bowls before going up to check on Hunter, who was still sound asleep. Inevitably, my thoughts and then my feet turned to Molly. She was an adult; she was fine, and she didn’t need me to check on her. I knew that, but still, I found myself knocking lightly on her door before I stepped inside.Just to make sure she’s all right,I told myself. If she slept too much now, she’d be up all night, and Hunter was an early riser.

It was all lies, and I knew that as I stepped inside and gripped her shoulder. “Molly, wake up.”

Her full lips curled into a sexy, welcoming smile, and her arms stretched out to wrap around me, but her eyes remained closed. “Colt,” she moaned and pressed her lips to mine. The move shocked me, and I knew it was wrong, but her tongue flicked along the seam of my lips, and I couldn’t have pushed her away if my life depended on it. She arched into me and tugged me down until I fell on top of her.

“Molly.”

She moaned and arched into me as her tongue slipped inside my mouth, igniting a fire deep within me, and I kissed her back with everything I had. She was soft, and her skin was so smooth, and my hands roamed over her body, down the smooth expanse of her legs and across her stomach. I explored her body slowly, over her hips and thighs, the mounds of her breasts, all while she moaned and cried at every touch.

The kiss went on and on, and I was so hard that all I heard was all the blood rushing south to my cock. Molly’s legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer so my cock was nestled into the hot cradle of her thighs. My hips moved against hers, faster and faster; her body shook with desire, and within seconds her body froze and then convulsed.Holy shit, she just came.I couldn’t deny the masculine pride that welled up inside of me at knowing that I brought her to orgasm with just a little bit of friction.

I groaned, and Molly froze; her eyes opened and then widened. She swallowed, staring at me in shock. “Did I just?”

I nodded. “You did,” I smiled down at her. “And it was hot as fuck.” The words came out in a growl, and I kissed her again because how the fuck could I not after that? She was stiff and tense at first; her embarrassment lingered. But I didn’t want her to be embarrassed, so I slipped my tongue past her lips, and when our tongues touched again, that did the trick.

Slowly, she relaxed and kissed me back, her tongue dancing with mine in the perfect two-step. She moaned into my mouth, and her hips ground against mine, harder and faster. “Colt,” she moaned against my mouth.

I loved the way she shortened my name, and I gripped her ass, bringing her flush against where I was hard and aching for her. “Molly, babe,” I groaned, and I couldn’t resist slipping my hand between our bodies to where she was plump and soaked. “Fuck.” One finger ran along the seam of her pussy, and then two fingers in a back-and-forth motion.

“Colt, please,” she moaned and thrashed her head back and forth.

Two fingers slipped inside, and I groaned at the feel of her, hot and wet and pulsing around my fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, Molly.” I fucked her with those two fingers, plunging deep and steady as her hips rolled in rhythm with me.

“Oh my god, Colton! Yes!”

She was so damn responsive I was worried I might embarrass myself as she came apart a few minutes later, all over my hand, squeezing my fingers with her pussy. I was ready, more than ready, to shuck off my clothes and claim her completely.

Her hands fisted at the hem of my shirt, and she slowly pulled it up just as a knock sounded at her door. “Molly? I’m hungry.”

Hunter.

Molly smiled, her face a shade of bright red that was both shocking and sexy as she shoved at my chest. “I need to go feed Hunter.”

I groaned and nodded reluctantly, pressing my forehead against hers. “Yeah.”

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