Page 7 of Alpha Wolf's Nanny
“Morning,” she squeaked back, her limbs still refusing to obey her as he shifted and sat up to brush her hair out of her face and smile down at her.
“You alright?”
He was so handsome.Painfullyhandsome. His dark blond hair brushed the thick muscles of his shoulders, his blue eyes warm and inviting. And he was sobig. Cassie was not a short woman, but she felt positively tiny compared to his massive frame.
At this rate, her cheeks were going to be permanently stained red.
“Y-yeah,” she said, gulping slightly.
His expression shifted, something like nervousness settling over his features. Well, as nervous as a man like Felix could ever look. “Are you sure?” he asked, pulling his hand back from her face, his eyebrows drawing together, “I hope that I didn’t push you, or—”
“What? No, no!” she said, scrambling to a seated position, pulling the sheets against her chest to hide her nudity. The drinks had made her confident last night, his touches silencing any anxious voice in her head, but in the cold light of day, she couldn’t imagine letting him see her.
“No,” she repeated, trying her best to give him a reassuring smile. “Last night was…amazing. Better than amazing. I just—” Here she paused, running a hand through her hair, the words catching at the back of her throat.
I’ve never had sex before.
“I don’t normally do this,” she said instead. There was no need to tell him. It was none of his business. It would only cause issues.
“One-night stands?” Felix said with a grin, stretching his arms out over his head. “If it helps, it’s only as awkward as you let it be. If you want to go, I’ll order you a cab.”
Something stabbed in her chest, something needy and sour. “Do you want me to leave?”
He looked at her in surprise. “Of course not, I was going to suggest breakfast. Or coffee, at least.”
She settled down, calming her panic. God, she felt like a child, stumbling around in something she had absolutely no experience with. Without alcohol and the blanket of night, all of her actions seemed magnified. Scrutinized. Awkward and fumbling.
“Hungover?” she asked, trying her best to sound teasing, but it just came out as accusatory. Mentally, she kicked herself.
If Felix noticed her crisis of confidence, he was kind enough not to mention it, throwing her a lazy wink. “I’m a shifter, remember? Would take a hell of a lot more alcohol to give me a headache. I don’t think I’ve been hungover since I was a teenager.”
“Lucky you,” Cassie replied. “I wasn’t even that drunk last night and my head feels all…fuzzy.”
He dropped a kiss on her forehead, his dark blue eyes warm. “The shower’s through there,” he murmured, “and the tub, if you’d prefer. I’ll order us some food.”
She smiled gratefully at the escape he’d offered her, rolling out of bed with the sheet still clutched to her chest,wrapping herself up like a burrito. Felix watched her with barely concealed amusement, his arms behind his head as he leaned against the headboard, the sheet covering him so low on his hips that a fresh wave of heat pulsed over Cassie’s face. Christ. He was like some sort of Greek god.
With decidedly less elegance than Felix’s easy, tiger-like grace, Cassie hopped over to the ensuite and slammed the door behind her, leaning up against the cool wood, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples.
What on earth had she gotten herself into?
It wasn’t like she hadn’t had offers before. Of course, she had. She’d worked loads of jobs, met loads of people, and even been on a few dates here and there. But she never stayed in the same place for longer than a couple of weeks, so nothing had ever gotten further than some drunken fumblings. She hadn’t let it. A guy’s hand would drift lower, and her stomach would lurch, and she’d push him off her and run away.
She told herself it was just self-protection. Her body’s way of telling her that it wasn’t what she really wanted. But the thought of hands on her naked body, eyes raking over every inch of her, filled her with such indescribable dread that she carried the anxiety with her for days after any such interaction.
What if they thought her clothes were ratty? Her body too skinny and bony? It’s what people had been telling her for most of her life, so there had to be some element of truth in it. And that was fine. She had made her peace with it. Her body worked as it should, letting her run and jump and climb, and that was all it needed to do. The rest was just…window dressing. Pretty packaging that she didn’t need. It was fine.
But then a boy would kiss her and tell her she was pretty and push his hips against her, and she would feel sick to her stomach.
And so, she was still a virgin. Well, she had been, until last night.
Because she hadn’t felt any of that with Felix.
Perhaps it was the fact that he was slightly older, in his late twenties. A man, as opposed to a boy. He treated her with respect, talked to her like she was a person, checked in with her, and gave her every opportunity to say no without any guilt. But somehow, it went deeper than that. She felt genuinely at ease with him. She knew he wanted her; she wasn’t stupid, but his interest inherwas real. It allowed her to let her guard down. And so, whenhehad touched her, she had felt nothing but excitement.
It scared her. But it also thrilled her. And she realized, with a start, that she wanted more.
She spent the time in the shower hyping herself up as she lathered her hair with shampoo and her body with some sort of lotion that smelled like fizzy champagne. She would ask him if he wanted to see her again. Maybe dinner. Maybe the cinema. A walk, a hike,anything. Last night, he had told her all about the woods near his home—he seemed to love them. Maybe he’d take her there.
