Page 57 of Nanny for the SEAL

I’m boiling in this damn jacket and thick tights. It’s just so electric when we’re together. I’ve never felt the way I do about Xaden before.

And I need him close—now.

The air between us sizzles, and when we stand at my front door—both of us clearly waiting for something—I can’t stop myself from kissing Xaden.

He returns it in kind, his arms wrapping around me.

After a moment, Xaden pulls back just a hair, whispering, “I want this, Ivy. I wantyou.”

EIGHTEEN

Ivy

“Would you like to come inside?”

My voice trembles slightly as I stand there with Xaden. It’s nerves and excitement blending into one.

“Yes.”

Xaden certainly knows how to be direct, and as I smile, biting my bottom lip, he scoops me up in his arms and walks toward the door.

I do my best to get it open without him putting me down, which is a bit hilarious if I’m honest, but the moment we’re inside, the solid kick that Xaden delivers to shut the door is a huge turn-on.

Grinning, I look down at Xaden from my happy location in his arms, and he smirks back, gesturing with his head for me to ditch the layers.

His lips find my neck the second my scarf is off, and I toss it to the side. The coat is next, which is a fucking task.

But Xaden pins me to the wall near the door, making it possible for him to help me with the sleeves.

Another garment flung to the floor, Xaden yanks me back against his chest, crashing his lips against mine. He walks us deeper into the house.

“Last door,” I mumble against his lips, “on the left. And…protection’s in the nightstand.”

He takes the directions and finds my bedroom. Shoving the door open with his foot, Xaden carries me to the bed.

Turning around so that his back is to it, Xaden sits down on the mattress, and I straddle his lap. His warm palms skirt up the outside of my legs until he finds the hem of my dress and begins to hike it up.

It’s up and over my head in a flash, and Xaden’s mouth goes straight to my breast as he pulls the straps of my bra down my shoulders.

Neither of us can be patient, it seems, and I groan low as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Ugh, Xaden. Oh, yesss…”

The word drags out into nothing as Xaden devours me, and my eyes roll back from the blissful sensations.

“Goddamn, Ivy. You taste like fucking heaven.” Pulling back slightly, Xaden gets me to stand, his fingers hooking in the top of my tights and panties. “These need to go.”

He tears them from me in a whoosh, and suddenly, I’m naked. The nervousness of before is gone, however, and I quickly help Xaden to shed his clothes as well.

I can’t help but notice how his erection springs free, and I can feel my pulse in my pussy. Xaden sits back down on the bed, and I expect him to pull me forward and onto his lap so that I can seat myself on his length.

Sliding backward, though, Xaden moves toward the head of the bed, his eyes beckoning me to follow after him. I do, and he shocks me once again as he hoists me back up so that I’m standing over him, leaning against my headboard.

“What are you?—”

But the question is cut off when Xade lifts my leg so that I’m resting my knee on top of the headboard, my back arching as I look down over my shoulder at him.

Looking up at me with a wicked smirk, Xaden sits with his back against the headboard between my legs. His mouth goes straight for my seam, exploring me with his tongue and fingers.

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