Page 32 of Falling for the Nanny

I was almost amused by his refusal to break. Let him stay stiff and stoic. I was going to enjoy myself for as long as it took.

His arms came up around me so suddenly I jumped in surprise. They banded around me like iron. His mouth came down on mine, hard and demanding. Eagerly, I met all of his demands with my own, and the heat that burned through my body and left me trembling.

As my lips parted beneath his, it didn’t matter right now that he was my boss or that this was going to change everything. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I wasn’t worried about doing the smart thing. The financially responsible thing. The right thing. I wasn’t thinking at all. His hands were shoving the thin straps of my black dress down over my shoulders. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath the dress, and I heard his murmur of satisfaction when he pushed down the top to my waist.

For what felt like a very long time, he kept my wrists trapped at my side, bound by the dress, and just stared at my naked breasts. My nipples hardened as the cool air and his hot gaze rushed over them.

“Touch me,” I almost begged.

As though he had been waiting for permission, David let go of the grip he’d had on the fabric of my dress and cupped my breasts, brushing his palms over my sensitive nipples.

I moaned as heat stabbed between my legs. I reached for him, desperate to feel more of him.

“Jesus, Cat,” David grunted when I began fumbling with his belt buckle. “You have to slow down.”

“You have to hurry up,” I pleaded. It felt like I had been waiting for so long for this, and this idea of waiting another minute was torture.

David seemed to feel the same way. He let go of my breasts long enough to push the dress down over my hips where it slid down to my ankles. I was now completely naked in front of him, and I hadn’t even gotten his top button undone. Eager to fix the power imbalance, I went to work on the buttons of his shirt. He helped me, our hands racing over each other in our eagerness.

As he undid the last button, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Broad shoulders and a sleekly muscled torso that proved the gym in the basement wasn’t just for show were revealed to me. I ran my hands over his biceps and fought the urge to lick my lips.

I’d barely remembered that we were still in the center of the kitchen until he boosted me up onto the counter. The granite was cold beneath me, but his mouth was hot as it trailed down from my throat down my chest and then back up to capture the peak of my breast in his mouth. I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulders. I was so wet and ready that I thought I might go insane from unsatisfied need if he didn’t hurry. Of course, David was maddeningly thorough. It wasn’t until my bones had become jelly and I was in danger of sliding off the counter that he finally let me undo his belt buckle. I made quick work of it, and then the snap on his pants. In moments, he was as naked as I was. Part of me wanted to take in the sight, but as though they had a mind of their own, my legs were wrapping around his waist.

David pulled me off the counter into his arms, holding my weight as though it were nothing. The contrast of his hard chest against my soft breasts was unbearably erotic. I couldn’t keep my mouth off him. I feasted on his shoulder, his neck. When I slipped my tongue in his ear, he groaned and tightened his grip on me.

“Slow down.”

“Hurry up,” I countered. I found his mouth and sank into the swirling darkness of his kiss. I was distantly aware that we were moving, but he could have taken me outside into the woods for all I cared. Nothing could have made me let go of him. We left behind the well-lit kitchen for the dimness of the sitting area, and then the darkness of the bedroom.

When he kicked the door shut behind us, I felt as though a promise had been made. No matter what, there was no going back now. He lowered me onto the bed, and I pulled him down on top of me. Part of me wanted to prolong this–continue kissing him, feeling his weight on me, all night. I spread my knees, pushing eagerly toward his hard cock, but he shook his head. Instead of fulfilling the need I so desperately had, he pinned my wrists above my head and took his time, drinking me in. His eyes were dark with passion, his hair uncharacteristically disheveled from my hands running through it.

I bucked up against him again, wrapping my legs around him and trying to drag him closer.

“There’s no rush,” David said, the effort of holding back straining his voice. “We have all night.”

“Then we can do it again slower.” I pulled at him demandingly, and this time, he stopped resisting. Before I could quite prepare myself, the head of his large cock was lined up at my entrance and he was filling me more completely than I had ever been filled.

I gasped at how good it felt. Better than I’d even imagined and I arched up to meet him. He was still holding my wrists above my head, but I locked my ankles over his back and met him thrust for thrust.

David filled my senses. His hard body on mine, his rasping breath in my ear, the smell of sweat and his cologne in my nose, and his dark emerald eyes filling my vision. As the waves of pleasure spread through my entire body, I felt as though he was taking possession of every part of me.

Suddenly, he stilled. The pressure on my wrists eased. I took advantage of the freedom to cup his face.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

He shuddered at my touch and went even stiller. His voice was raspy when he said, “Hold on, or we won’t be able to really get started.”

Heedless of the warning, I pushed up against him impatiently. It didn’t take long before his eyes went black and his control broke. He drove himself into me over and over, watching my eyes go blind with pleasure as I bucked to meet his thrusts. I could feel my orgasm building, but when he reached one hand between our writhing bodies to pinch my sensitive nipples, I was propelled headlong into the most intense climax of my life. I threw my head back, and I could hear myself chanting his name, but it didn’t even sound like me anymore. I was someone else.

I was his.

I felt it when he let himself go, plunging hard into me twice more and then shuddering to a release. Our gazes clashed and locked as his thrusting gradually slowed to a stop. I was still floating in a haze of satisfaction so intense it felt like a drug. My body felt like it was humming, and there was a faint buzzing in my ears.

All along, I’d been worried that once we’d had each other, the spell would break. The sex would be fine but nothing earth shattering. We would look at each other afterward and realize that this had been an insane idea.

But that’s not what happened at all. Reason and rationality were farther away than ever as he eased himself out of me and we rolled to face each other on the pillow. We were both breathing hard, our bodies damp with sweat. He reached forward and skimmed a lock of hair back from my face.

I wanted to smile, but my emotions felt too close to the surface. If I smiled, my eyes might tear up from how good it had been.

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