Page 35 of Nanny for the Mercenaries

“No! Don’t apologize. I’m the one who asked. And it’s nice knowing your full situation.”

A silence fell over us. I glanced over in the darkness; Jordy was just a silhouette, but he was laying on his back with one arm behind his head.

I was already attracted to Jordy. That went without saying. But knowing all of this, how he had risked his life and military career to save a helpless child, who he was now raising… it was too much. The cavewoman part of my brain was screaming at me to pounce on him before someone else did. To roll over in bed and turn last night’s dream into a reality.

But I stared at the ceiling and second-guessed myself. It was tough to make the first move. Especially since I had already made the first move at the gym, and was rejected. Granted, I was rejected for a legitimate reason, but it still made it difficult for me to do anythingnow.

“Hey, Trish?” he whispered.

“Jordy.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“It’s only fair, after I asked you about Kaylee,” I replied.

He didn’t say anything for a long while. Another water pipe shifted in the wall. I held my breath and wondered what he would ask.

“Can I kiss you?”

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It took a few seconds for his words to register. “Kiss me?”

Jordy twisted to face me. “Yeah. I really want to kiss you. And after everything that happened on the job today… I don’t give a shit about the consequences.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My body was failing me when I should have been screaming yes, yes I want you to kiss me, you big muscular man! Instead, I bobbed my head yes, and that must have gotten the idea across because Jordy removed the pillow barrier and slid closer to me. I turned onto my side to face him, and our skin connected—toes mingling, arms brushing together.

Jordy crushed his lips against mine with magnetic attraction. Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, we kissed under the warmth of the covers. He slid a hand across my arm, testing the way I felt underneath his fingertips, and eventually wrapping it around the back of my neck to hold me against him. His lips were heady and addictive, sweeter than the finest wine, and soon I was drunk off the taste of Jordy. His mouth churned hungrily against mine in the darkness, a mouth I had been fantasizing about at the gym for months, and was finally claiming for my own.

We were panting as we finally pulled away from each other. Our faces were mere inches apart, and his hazel eyes searched mine. I couldn’t think of what to say, what words were adequate for the moment after our first kiss, and all I could think about was:I want more of you.

My eyes must have told him what I wanted, because he pushed me back and slid on top of me and renewed the kiss with a vengeance. My senses were alive as he molded his body against mine, hard and hot and everything I had ever imagined a man to be. As he devoured me with kisses I surged upward with need, spreading my legs and arching my back, desperate to feel the weight of him through my pajama bottoms. His cock was a stiff rod of heat against my belly, impossible to ignore even through the fabric of his underwear, a beacon of sexual desire that was entirely due tome.

His tongue forced its way into my mouth, conquering and claiming. I moaned softly, and he responded with a rumble of pleasure from deep within his throat, vibrating from his tongue to mine. My body was on fire with desire, pleasure pinging from him to me with every passionate kiss.

In his arms I felt warm and safe and intimate, on the other side of the world from home.

Jordy tore his lips away from mine and gasped, “I need you, Trish.” He held my gaze for the briefest of moments and then pulled my shirt off. He peeled my pajama bottoms away, the cool air on my skin for a brief moment before he covered me again with his warm body. I reached between us to remove his underwear, because I was totally nude and he wasn’t, a situation which needed to be remedied as quickly as possible. They were terrible,oppressiveboxer-briefs that I hated with every ounce of my being. But before I could remove them, he slid lower on the bed, kissing a trail down my neck.

“Ohh,” I moaned as he nuzzled at one of my nipples, tongue flicking out against it, sending new pulses of electricity through my body. Then he was sliding even lower, powerful hands exploring me along the way, digging into my skin with need. I felt his hot breath on my sex, which made me shiver and close my legs instinctively, but he pushed his way in between my thighs.

The moment his tongue brushed against my clit, my entire body melted against him. Nerve endings I didn’t even know I had fired off in my brain. I had to clench my eyes shut as he began eating me out with more and more enthusiasm, devouring me like he had beenstarvingfor me.

For once in my life, I was able to stop thinking about what we were doing and just let it happen. I was safe in his arms, safe andverywell taken care of. Jordy’s tongue slid up and down my soaked entrance, around my clit, and back down again. He wrapped his powerful arms around my thighs as he pressed his face against my pussy, and I thrust my hips into him with every caress of his tongue. And when I felt my climax nearing, rather than slipping away like it often did, it rushed toward me before I knew what was happening. The orgasm dragged me off the cliff and into an abyss of pure ecstasy, my back arching violently and my legs wrapping around Jordy’s head, and I bit down on my lip to keep from waking everyone else in the condo.

Jordy kissed his way back up to my neck as I recovered myself. Sweat beaded on my temple and I struggled to catch my breath.

“You… are… really good at that,” I managed to say.

He grinned down at me roguishly. “Where I come from, a man always takes care of a lady before it’s his turn.”

“Speaking of that…” I reached between us and squeezed his cock through his underwear. It pulsed at my touch, and he let out a soft sigh that stirred my hair.

“Trish?” he breathed. “We don’t have to.”

I gave a start. “Why the hell not? I’m on birth control, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

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