Page 48 of Nanny for the SEAL

But there are no words. None will genuinely reflect the enormity of this moment. My eyes flick up to Xaden’s, and our stares lock onto each other’s before we both steal looks at the other’s lips.

I just…I want to be happy—for as long as I can be.

We move in sync, rushing forward toward each other and crashing our lips together. The kiss is frenzy and fire, and I wrap my arms around Xaden’s neck as he pulls me onto his lap.

The universe ceases to exist; the only thing that matters is the sensation of Xaden’s tongue sweeping across the seam of my lips.

I eagerly let him in, and we explore each other, fire swelling in my blood enough to make me dizzy.

He feels velvety soft against me and tastes like heaven, with hints of cinnamon and cider and whiskey on his tongue. A tiny moan escapes me as Xaden deepens the kiss, pulling me closer.

It’s a moment and centuries at the same time, and then Xaden’s lips travel over my chin toward my neck. His breath tickles just a hair, and then he drags his caresses across my throat.

“Ivy…” He hums against my skin. “Goddamn, you’re perfect.”

My chest swells at the praise, and even more, the touches Xaden delivers are intoxicating, pulling me further and further out of my head and into my body.

It’s the best kind of distraction from reality, and I wouldn’t let anyone else take me to this incredible place.

It has to be Xaden. It’salwaysbeen Xaden.

My head falls back as his lips crawl down over my chest, his hand coming up to push aside the blanket that surrounds my shoulders. It tumbles to the couch in a whoosh of fabric, and I shiver, though it has nothing to do with being cold.

In fact, I’m boiling, a steady pulse beating with heat and need deep in my core.

“God, the taste of you,” Xaden mumbles against my skin, and I smile, my eyes rolling closed.

Clinging to his muscular arms, I’m leaned back by Xaden’s efforts to kiss every inch of me. Andfuckdo I want him to.

But then it hits me how ridiculous I must look to him. I wasn’t exactly planning for this, so I’m just wearing a pair of my fleece-lined leggings and an oversized sweatshirt.

There are pumpkins on it, for Christ’s sake, and I have on the thickest, tallest socks I own.

Not exactly sexy, Ivy.

Xaden nips at my neck, driving my thoughts away, and as he adjusts his hips, I feel the straining length behind his shorts.

Oh damn. That’s…

My pussy clamps down on nothing. If that brief treat is anything to go by, Xaden is exceptionally endowed.

“This sweatshirt needs to go.” His voice is a raspy demand that goes straight to my center, and he reaches for the hem to pull the thing over my head.

I’m not about to fight it, so I lift my arms, separating us briefly as Xaden yanks the offending fabric up and off me, flinging it to the floor.

“Fuuuck,” Xaden drags out, his eyes devouring me as they roam over my bare skin and bra.

It wasn’tthatcold, so I’ve just got the bra on, having chosen to forgo a shirt beneath the sweatshirt.

At least, this part isn’t that bad, if only because it was laundry day, and I only had the fancy one left.I’ve never been so happy to not be in a bralette.

I’m not a small-chested woman, but I’m not rocking D-cups either. Right in the middle, I usually wear wireless, stretchy things. Not today.

Today, I’m wearing a maroon bra with translucent cups. The deeper skin of my nipples is just noticeable, and the underwire has pushed up the girls just enough to give me the beginnings of cleavage.

I can feel how pink my cheeks must be, and I roll my lips between my teeth, chewing on the bottom one.

Xaden takes my chin, forcing me to look up at him, and he meets my stare without blinking.

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