Page 45 of Worst Nanny Ever
My dick is rock-hard, and I’m struggling to hang on to sanity. “We can’t.”
“But don’t you think we should at least know what we’re missing?”
That’ll only make it worse,so much worse.But playing didn’t release all of the emotions boiling inside of me. Most of the rage Lilah awakened has slipped away, but not the need.
“Maybe just one kiss,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Only one,” she agrees.
“AFrenchkiss?” I ask, surprised I still have the capacity to make a joke.
She laughs in surprise, and that’s the moment I lower my mouth the rest of the way to hers, my whole body thrumming with the strength of my desire for her. My mouth brushesagainst hers, tentatively at first. Then she parts her lips to welcome me in, and it’s like something else takes over.
Our mouths move together, clashing almost violently, all tongues and teeth and desire. The next second I’m backing her into the wall of the music room. She tastes like wild honey, and even though it feels like there’s a risk of being stung, I can’t get enough.
My need for her eclipses everything.
It sure as hell eclipses what’s left of my sense. So much for the single sip of sin we promised ourselves. All I can think about is getting closer, getting more. I lift her up so I have better access, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her thighs surprisingly strong, which has me pulling her closer. Taking more of her. She buries her hand in my hair, pulling, and kisses me as fiercely as I’m kissing her.
I break away, but only so I can kiss down the side of her jaw and neck, which tastes of sugar from the soda. A sigh eases out of me as she grips my hair tightly.
I push closer, and she’s got to feel my dick as she presses into me with a breathy little sound that I swallow. I want that sound to be mine. In that moment, I want everything about her to be mine.
Then I hear a shaky little voice out in the hallway, audible because we didn’t even close the door all the way.
“Hannah? Travis?”
I jerk back reflexively and set Hannah down on her feet. What in the ever-loving hell am I doing?
Hannah is here for Ollie. She’s the only one who has the slightest clue what she’s doing with him, even if her methods are unconventional. I can’t take one more thing away from my son, not when he has a mother who thinks the only thing he needs from her is a dumb souvenir.
My horror must be written on my face, because Hannah gently traces her fingers down my cheek, mouthing,It’s okay.
It’s not, but I appreciate the sentiment.
She brushes her fingers through my hair, fixing it, and calls out, “Ollie, we’re here in the music room. I was just listening to your dad practice before I head home.”
She collects herself well enough to swing the door wide. Ollie’s standing quietly in the hall, so small my heart breaks at the sight of him. His hair is mussed from sleep, and he’s wearing pajamas with penguins on them.
“I couldn’t find anyone,” he says, his voice hitching. “I thought you were gone.”
I’m shocked that he says this while looking at me. He was worriedIwas gone—that I’d left him like they did.
Emotion clogs my throat as I span the distance between us. “I will never willingly leave you,” I say, stooping to hug him. “You’re stuck with me.”
To my surprise, he hugs me back. The backs of my eyes heat as I pull back enough to meet his gaze. “Hannah told me about your iPad.”
He gives her a look of such complete betrayal, I can only laugh.
She lifts her hands, palms out, in the universalI come in peacegesture. “Your dad’s like the grand inquisitor. I didn’t have any hope of holding out.”
“I don’t know what that means,” he says gruffly, his bottom lip pushed out, “but I’m mad at you.”
“It’s okay,” I say, smoothing his hair. “I wish you’d told me directly, but if you want this gaming thing, or whatever, I’ll get it for you. Me. You don’t need to depend on that guy for anything. I don’t want you to.”
He looks up at me in surprise. “But you said screens aren’t good for me.”
“There will be limits, obviously. But I want you to be happy here, Ollie. I want you here.”
