Page 83 of Nanny for the Bodyguard
“There, a perfect warmup.”
“You’re going to make it impossible to walk straight after this.” My words come out breathy, and I can barely keep my eyes open as it is.
Easton just grins, which I do see because it’s mega-watt bright, and no one could miss it. It’s so pretty, and my chest squeezes as I ride the high.
“That’s the goal.” He leans down, kissing me, and the taste of myself on his tongue is a sinful delight. “Now, help me with this belt buckle, gorgeous.”
I smile against his lips as I help Easton to shuck his pants and boxers. After, he pulls his shirt off over his head, and then he’s gloriously naked in front of me, his muscles these incredible curves and his erection straining from his hips.
Holding out my arms for him, Easton gets right back where he belongs, his lips tangling with mine as he begins to sheathe himself inside me. He’s not small by any stretch of the imagination, and I relish the way he fills me up so completely.
“You feel sodamngood, Haze. So tight and warm.” Easton rolls his hips, making sure his cock hits all those sensitive nerves inside me. “Ugh, so. Damn. Good.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust.
Draping my arms around his neck, I pull myself close to him, angling myself so that he drives deeper, and I match his rhythm with my own hip circles.
“Don’t stop, Easton. I need you. Ineedyou so much.”
Desperation fills me, and I’m not sure what I’m talking about anymore. The way my body is gearing up for another release or the fact that I need Easton to keep his promise.
To stay with me, even after things calm down. If they even do.
His hips buck me harder, driving those thoughts away again. “I won’t stop, gorgeous. You’ve got me all to yourself. Always.”
Easton somehow knows exactly what to say, and I rush up to the edge of an orgasm as he bottoms out inside me, swirling his cock against my walls.
The energy gets higher and higher, and we fuck harder and harder, losing ourselves to the way we fit so perfectly. This is what I needed, what I craved.
And I’ll never get enough of him.
It doesn’t take long before we both soar over the edge, and I feel Easton come inside me, the warmth blissful and sexy. He pumps into me, and I bury my face in the crook of his neck so that I don’t wake up Jade.
Things slow down after that, and eventually, Easton slips out of me, and I whimper at the loss of him. But he lays on his back and pulls me against his side.
Our breathing slowly returns to normal, and Easton reaches over the side of the bed for the blanket, throwing it over us.
“We’ve got this, you and me. I will protect you. I promise.”
Easton holds my stare as he says the words, and I search his eyes for any hint of doubt, for something that’ll prove that voice in my head right.
I don’t see it.
“It’s what you do, right? I’ll…I’m holding you to that,” I murmur, still feeling a bit lost in all this.
I’m not used to getting what I want, and it’s hard to allow myself to believe that this time will be different.
Plus, Neil is still out there, and as much as I’m grateful for Easton, that fear he’s caused isn’t backing down.
Not anytime soon.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Easton
The next morning comes, and I wake up before Hazel does. She's lying next to me in the bed, her body draped in the blanket that I pulled over the top of us last night, and I realize that neither of us moved more than an inch or two the entire night.
I don't think I've slept that good in ages.
