Page 121 of Skate the Line

I grab onto her hand and slowly guide her back to the kitchen. Going to either of our bedrooms seems too intimate, and not to mention, my five-year-old is asleep upstairs.

My hands slip around her waist, and I haul her up onto the counter. The light of the oven shows off her pretty features, and all I can stare at are her lips—the same lips that kissed some other guy earlier.

It was hot watching her kiss.

She’shot.

I was drowning in jealousy, and it’s backing this entire spur-of-the-moment idea tofinish.

Sunny gulps when I set her on the cool counter. I step in closer at the same time I drag her to the edge. Her legs spread, and I’m right there at the center, silently begging to touch her.

I catch her eye. She’s full of desperation. I’m not sure if she’s desperate for me to touch her or for her to see if this whole thing works. Either way, it pulls me in closer.

“Promise me this won’t affect your ability to nanny Ellie.”Don’t turn me away now.

A breath slips from her parted lips. “Of course I promise. I would never let that happen.”

I exhale slowly.

“And I promise not to fall in love with you, Sunshine.”

I hate making promises. My father made a lot of promises, and he broke every single one. They have little to no value in my life. But when it comes to Sunny, I’d do a lot more than promise if it meant I got to touch her.

I place my hand on her thigh and gently spread her legs even farther apart.

“The little bit of emotional bandwidth I have goes to Ellie. This won't be anything but physical for me.”Right?

She sucks in air and lets out a heavenly breath. “I thought you didn’t make promises.”

I peer up at her while slowly sliding my hand up her inner thigh.So soft.

“For you, I’ll make an exception.”

Her eyes flutter closed as I drag my fingers against her smooth legs. She should probably burn these sleep shorts. They don’t leave much to the imagination, and the fact that my dick is this hard, even after I fucked my hand in the shower, says a lot.

I’m highly attracted to my daughter’s nanny.

In more ways than one.

“Put your palms flat on the counter.” I try to keep my tone even, but my vocal cords strain with need. “If at any time you feel trapped or you want me to stop, you tell me.”

Sunny nods. “I will.”

Once her hands are face down, I hook my fingers around the waistband of her shorts and panties. I slowly pull the fabric down and glance at her face one last time to make sure she’s okay. All I see are two seductive brown eyes watching my every move.

It sends me to a new high.

I drop my gaze in between her legs, and the sight of her ismaddening.

I can’t hide my appreciation. “Perfect.”

Her back arches, and the only thing it does is pull my attention to her nipples straining against the cotton T-shirt she’s wearing. A yearning rushes through me. I want her completely naked. I want to take my time touching every single inch of her body. Then maybe I can stop fantasizing about her every single time I’m in the shower.

I drop to my knees.

She snaps her attention down to the floor. “What are you?—”

“Tikho,” I shush her in Russian.

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