Page 29 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

“Yeah, I’ll put him to bed and get cleaned up for dinner.”

I nodded and watched Colton walk away, my whole body on fire with need for him. Again. It was crazy how lust worked, how attraction worked. I mean, Travis was good-looking enough, but he didn’t stir my inner horn dog the way Colton did, didn’t make me want to strip my clothes off and be naughty all night long.

I dumped a tablespoon of salt into the water and froze as an idea came over me. A very naughty idea. I turned the sauce down to a simmer and turned off the burner under the pot of water, giving myself a mental pep talk about what I was about to do. I smiled and shook my head, but then I pushed my shoulders back and took the first step. And then the second step and the third.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Colton’s bedroom door with my heart beating so loudly that I could barely hear the shower inside the room.It’s now or never, Molly.

“It’s now,” I whispered and stepped inside, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The shower stopped, and after a momentary freakout, I undressed down to my underwear, thankful I’d worn something a little sexier after my shower.

I sat on the bed.Nope, too boring.

I laid across the bed.Too obvious.

I stood up and faced the bathroom door, nervous, anxious, and a complete mess on the inside. The door opened, and Colton was there, naked in nothing but a towel; his tan skin was still slightly damp, his muscles rippled, and his wet hair gave him a boyish appearance that kickstarted my heart into overdrive. “Damn,” I sighed. “I forget how gorgeous you are without your clothes.”

His lips curled into a lopsided smile. “Yeah? Because I never forget. Every time I close my eyes, there you are, naked and gorgeous. Aroused.”

I licked my lips at the sight of him and took a step forward.

“Don’t be shy, Mols. Come on, take what you want.”

“I want you,” I admitted.

“Then come and get me, sweetheart.”

I sucked in a deep breath, gathered up all my confidence, and then I did it; I went after what I wanted, all six-foot-plus of the hot cowboy single dad of my dreams.

Chapter18

Colton

Molly was hesitant at first when she stepped up to me and put her hands on my bare chest. Her fingertips skittered over my pecs, and she smiled as she rubbed her thumbs over my nipples, making me hiss. “Beautiful,” she whispered, her voice full of awe.

“Think that’s my line,” I growled and fisted my hands at my side. It was so fucking hard not to touch her, but this was Molly’s seduction, and I was just along for the ride.

She shook her head, the smile growing along with her confidence. “Nope, I’m certain that’s my line. You are beautiful all over, Colt. Your body, for starters, is a fucking work of art.” She pressed a kiss to the spot dead center of my chest between my pecs and then my pecs. And then she flicked her tongue over one nipple and then the other. “But your face and all the lines in it show a man who has lived his life. Who has loved and lost, who has experienced everything this life has to offer.” She kissed my lips so softly that it took all the willpower I possessed not to grip her and yank her flush against me and have my way with her. “Colton.”

“Molly.”

She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine again, but this wasn’t a sweet, soft kiss. Oh no, this was a spectacular, white-hot, set-your-soul-on-fire kind of kiss. The kind that you lean into, grip her hips, and pull her against your growing erection and kiss until you can’t breathe. “Wow,” she sighed as she pulled back, taking my towel with her. She was smiling and sucking down oxygen as she shook her head almost in disbelief. “That was one hell of a kiss.”

“I know,” I growled and kissed her again, harder and deeper as we fell to my bed together, her on top of me, legs straddling my hips and nothing but a thin strip of cotton between us. She ground her hips in long, slow strokes, letting out shuddering sighs that I happily swallowed.

“Colt,” she moaned as her lids fluttered open, green eyes dark and heavy with lust.

I couldn’t resist her another second, slipping a hand between us until I found her pussy, swollen and wet, aching for me. “Fuck, Mols.” She was so damn responsive I felt myself growing even harder between us.

“Yeah, just like that,” she moaned and pushed her hips against my hand. “Your touch,” she began but said no more as her head fell back and her back arched into my touch.

I sat up, adjusting our positions slightly because I needed to get rid of that bra, to taste those silky smooth, sweet, puckered nipples. They were hard as I knew they would be because they always were. She gasped when I bit down on the hard nubs, and her hips bucked forward, sending one finger deep into her wet depths. I sucked and licked while she rode my hand, her hips moving faster and faster until she flew apart. “So fucking beautiful,” I growled and went back to her nipples. She was so wild and free; she acted without abandon when we were together like this, and knowing that I was the man who made her feel that way? Utterly fucking intoxicating.

“I need you, Colton. Now.” She pushed at my chest until I was flat on my back. “I can’t get enough of you,” she groaned and fisted my cock, pumping in quick, hard strokes.

“Good thing you don’t have to.”

Something flickered in her eyes, but then it was gone, replaced with lust. She was so far gone she didn’t bother removing her panties, just slipping them to the side as she fed my cock into her body. “Yes,” she moaned as she slowly slid down my cock until I was buried deep. “So. So. Good.”

I smiled and gritted my teeth. “So wet. So fucking tight,” I growled as she pulsed around me in quick, tight pulses that threatened to steal my control. “Molly.”

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