Page 62 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
Chapter 18
Tamare
I’m floating.
Or I think I am.
There’s a weightlessness to my limbs, a dreamy kind of stillness—except I’m also very aware of the warmth pressed against me.
Hard, strong, and very much alive.
“Keep it up, Pretty Girl,” a voice rumbles against the shell of my ear, low and dark and teasing, “and I’ll forget to be a gentleman.”
My eyes snap open.
“Dane?” I whisper, blinking fast as reality crashes back in—only to find myself in his arms.
Like literally cradled against his bare chest, tucked beneath a blanket I don’t remember crawling under.
He grins.
That damn dimple on the left side of his mouth should come with a warning.
Like danger ahead or proceed with caution, certain smiles may cause you to lose your heart in glowing red lights.
“Hi,” he growls—literally.
“Hi? Hi?” I gape, pushing up on one elbow. “You’re back! And you’re not, um, not furry!”
His smile tilts, amusement dancing in those gold-flecked eyes.
“Nope. Not furry anymore.”
“Where are we going?”
“You seemed like you’d be more comfortable in bed, though.”
“In bed. Oh, you mean your bed,” I repeat, looking around to see we are in his room.
“Is that okay?” he asks, and I hear it. Vulnerability.
It reaches me somewhere deep down and since I realize I’m still fully dressed—just slightly rumpled—and he’s carrying me like I weigh ninety pounds instead of a buck ninety.
Gulp.
“I carried you up after our little moonlight run. You kinda passed out on the sofa.”
“I did?”
He shrugs, casual, like this is normal.
“Shock’ll do that.”
I groan and drop my face into my hands.
“Oh my God. I fainted. Like a Victorian maiden.”
“Only way sexier,” he offers, voice full of teasing affection. “Nah, you just fell asleep. But, honestly? You handled it better than most normals would’ve.”
