Page 80 of Worst Nanny Ever
Well, damn. Leave it to Hannah to cut right to the heart of things. “Now you’re the surprising one,” I say. “I didn’t say any of that.”
“No, but I’ve seen how you react to aggressive fans. I know you’re not the kind of guy who wants to be asked to sign bras in the produce section at the grocery store.”
“I can’t let Rob and Bixby down,” I insist.
“Maybe you should think less about what other people want and more about whatyouwant.”
“You’re encouraging me to be a narcissist?” I ask, arching my brow. “Why does this feel like a trap?”
She laughs, her whole face getting in the game. No one else smiles like Hannah. “It’s not. I’m not telling you to go for what you want no matter what it costs anyone else. But you shouldknowwhat you want. Everyone should know what they want.”
I take a step toward her, and my leg knocks into the side of the table I temporarily forgot was there. “And what doyouwant?”
She gets up, her eyes fixed on me. “I want to be there for Ollie, and to help the staffers at Big Catch. And I really want to help Eugene get laid.”
I laugh. “And here I was hoping you might want to helpmeget laid.”
Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that.
But she starts laughing too and taps her full lips with her finger. “I don’t think that was in the job description, but Ihavealready gone above and beyond to help keep this place clean. I suppose I could help you with that too.”
She’s only teasing, of course, but I feel the line I crossed. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you probably shouldn’t have,” she says. “Because now I’m going to expect you to do something about it.”
The next thing I know, she’s standing in front of me and holding my arm, her fingers wrapped as far around it as they’ll go—not very. I stop in my tracks, my whole body shifting its focus to her.
At this particular moment, she might as well have wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Hannah,” I breathe out.
“Are you going to take what you want?” she whispers, her voice curling around me.
Her hair is in luscious soft curls around her face, and I let myself run my fingers through one.
Instead of answering her question, I lower my face toward hers, our mouths a whisper apart. Her lips are so touchable, the dare in her voice obvious.
My mouth answers for me as I press my lips to hers, the contact instantly sending a shudder through me. I’m disappointed in myself—I only held out two days,two days—but I’m so relieved to be touching her again that I can’t make myself care. My hand weaves into her hair, drawing her closer, and I kiss her as if it’s the only thing keeping me going.
She’s the first to pull back. “Why, Mr. Sir Travis…”
“Oh, for the love of God,” I groan.
She grins at me, her eyes full of mischief. Then she leans in to kiss me again before saying, “The couch. I want to straddleyou. I’ve been thinking about it ever since we watched that movie together.”
“Hannah, we shouldn’t…”
“I don’t care,” she says, holding my gaze. “Not tonight. Let’s let ourselves have tonight.”
She saidtonight, which means the offer might be off the table tomorrow. That should give me pause. Ever since I kissed her, I’ve been thinking about her obsessively. It’s only going to be worse if I kiss her again. If I touch her. Take her. But I’m powerless to say no. Worse: not a single part of me wants to.
I lift her into my arms and carry her to the couch. When I sink back against the cushions with Hannah on my lap, the warm weight of her against my needy cock is so good, so right, I can barely resist the urge to dry-hump her.
She weaves both hands into my hair as she kisses me hard and rocks against me, and fuck it, Iamdry-humping her, my hand guiding her hip as we move against each other. Right now, nothing feels real for me other than Hannah. It’s like we’re in a void, existing only for each other. Her sweet mouth, the gorgeous, delectable swell of her breasts…
What the hell is happening to me? I have absolutely no control with her, none. But it doesn’t make me anxious. It makes me feel euphoric.
I just got done telling Rob that I couldn’t have her. That I couldn’t even kiss her, and here I am with my tongue in her mouth and my hands moving all over her. Learning her. Cupping her breasts and holding her butt and caressing every available inch of her.
