Page 20 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

She laughed. “At least he knows to wait after knocking.”

She was right, and I rolled to the side with a grunt. “Right. You go,” I panted. “I need a minute. Or three.”

She laughed again and rested her hand right on top of my dick. “Yeah, okay.”

I tugged her body on top of mine and brushed a slow, hot kiss against her lush lips. “Later,” I whispered in her ear and then released her.

Later could not come soon enough.

Chapter13

Molly

I’d never done any drugs other than a few puffs of weed and booze in college, but I was pretty sure that I was high. All through dinner and during Hunter’s bedtime routine, I was high. High on hazy orgasms given to me by a slightly grouchy cowboy with magical hands and a sinful mouth. I was so high on lust that I laughed all the way through Hunter’s reluctant bath after a day spent frolicking outdoors, and I gave in and read him two stories until he fell asleep.

Even now, an hour after his bedtime, I was too amped up to sleep. It was because of that short nap I’d taken earlier, or maybe it was from how I woke up from that nap. Colton was there in my dreams, and I took what I wanted from him because it was my fantasy, and I was the author of it, right? Only it wasn’t just a dream; it was the man himself, and I’d come just from a little dry humping. And then from having his fingers inside me.

I should’ve been embarrassed by all of it, but all I felt was aroused. Still aroused and ready for…more. I wasn’t sure if he regretted it or not because he disappeared shortly after he emerged from my room, and he hadn’t said anything. I decided to curl up on the sofa and get lost in a steamy romance until my body exhausted itself.

“What are you doing?” Colton’s deep voice scared a gasp out of me, and he took advantage of the moment, plucking the book from my hand. His gaze bounced over one page and then another; his brows shot up, surprised. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” I answered defensively. What was wrong with reading romance novels? I sat a little taller and waited for the mocking to come because men always mocked women for reading romance novels while they proudly watched porn without judgment. “Is there something wrong with my reading choice?”

“Not at all; I just pegged you more for a psychological thriller type of woman.”

“I just finished one, and I was in search of a new book boyfriend.” I smiled, and he shot me a smile in return, and dammit, my arousal went from a slow simmer to a rolling

boil.His gaze heated my whole body, starting at my ankles and moving up my bare legs. He slowed to a stop at the strip of bare skin at my midsection, and then it slid up to my boobs, his gaze caressing me until my nipples puckered into achingly hard peaks.

“Colton,” I whispered.

His gaze met mine. “Yes, Molly?”

“I have a question for you. It’s a serious question, and I want you to think long and hard about it before you answer.”

His gaze sobered, and he jumped over the back of the sofa, settling on the cushion right beside me, tossing the book on the coffee table. “What is it?” His brows furrowed. “Is everything all right?”

I sighed and nibbled on my bottom lip. “Everything is fine. Mostly. But what I want to know, what Ineedto know is, is it later yet?”

His nostrils flared, and his hazel eyes darkened to pools of deep gold before he pounced, tossing me over his shoulder before he got to his feet and carried me upstairs to his bedroom, where he tossed me on the bed and stared at me for so long I started to squirm. “It’s later now if you want it to be.”

I stared up at him with his mussed dark hair, the black t-shirt pulled tight across his wide chest and shoulders, hanging a little looser at his slim waist. His worn jeans hugged his body in all the right places and rode low enough on his hips that when his shirt disappeared, I caught a glimpse of the dark, dusty trail that led to paradise. “Oh, I want it to be.” I wanted it so badly that I could hardly breathe. I wanted it so badly that I was sure my panties were embarrassingly damp. “A lot.”

Colton stripped down to his boxers and climbed on the bed, slowly undressing me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Molly.” The words came out harsh and clipped, as if it were difficult for him to say them.

They weren’t pretty words to coax me into doing something I wasn’t ready for. They were plain-spoken words, real words. Sincere words. “You’re the beautiful one,” I told him as my hands started to roam his bare skin. “Your body is a work of art.”

He kissed me again, but this kiss was different. It was raw and real, intensity level one million as his tongue thrust into my mouth and stroked against my tongue, wringing whimpers and moans of pleasure from me. This was a kiss of seduction. It was almost as if his tongue was everywhere—across my nipples and my ribcage, my hip bones, between my thighs. “Molly,” he panted as he kissed his way from my mouth down to my breasts. “Your tits are absolutely perfect.” He flicked his tongue over one hard peak over and over before licking a trail of heat to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

“Colt,” I cried out, shocked at how good that felt all over.

“You’re so fucking responsive, Molly. You know how hot that is?”

I had no idea because I’d never done this before, any of it. Part of me knew I needed to tell him that fact, but I couldn’t—not when his lips wrapped around my nipple and sucked just hard enough to sting a little, but I felt it between my thighs, a deep pulsing that stirred fire low in my belly. He did it to the other nipple, and I thought I might come again. “Colt, fuck.”

He growled and kissed down my belly before he pressed whisper-soft kisses to one hip bone and then the other. And then his shoulders dug into my thighs, spreading them indecently wide. His warm breath fanned against my most private area, and I felt myself clench. “So wet. So pink,” he groaned and used his fingers to open me to his gaze. “So swollen,” he sighed and swiped his tongue in a long stroke against my clit.

My hips bucked up, and I cried out. “Yes!”

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