Page 24 of This Baby Business
“Me?”
The thought that I could do that for him meant more to me than it probably should.
“Babe, you have to know that you drive me crazy.” He gave me an easy smile. “In the good way.”
I sucked in a breath but didn’t speak. It seemed we’d just crossed some kind of invisible line.Babe.No point in ignoring the obvious. We liked kissing each other. And maybe we’d like a few other things, too.
He crooked his finger.
I went to him like a cat to catnip and allowed him to pull me onto his lap. My short floral skater skirt rose to indecent heights as I straddled him. He took full advantage, hands skimming up my bare thighs.
“So soft,” he said in a low and throaty tone.
His voice, deep and gravelly, had my nipples hard. I nipped at his lower lip, earning a very male groan from him.
His gaze heated. “That’s hot.”
Levi kissed me, his wicked tongue warm and wet. His hand dived under my T-shirt, sliding up and down my spine, settling at the small of my back. I lost my head and rocked my hips against the bulge in his pants. That pulled an even rougher, more erotic sound out of him, and his hands lowered to tighten on my hips.
“Mmm,” I whispered into his warm neck. He smelled so good. “You know, this is still not a good idea.”
“Agreed. Because of the nanny/boss thing. So predictable.” He gently pushed me to my back and covered me with his warm, big body.
I wrapped my legs around him. “If there’s one thing I hate, it’s being predictable.”
“You and me both.”
He continued to kiss me and drive me out of my mind, the bulge in his pants rock hard and pressing into my belly. I really wanted to take care of that for him, but there was a baby in the next room. His baby. Then Levi’s hand was under my skirt and between my thighs, fingers pushing aside my panties, and I forgot all about Grace.
“Levi,” I moaned, clinging to him, undulating my hips as his fingers slid in and out of my folds, creating a rapidly building and delicious friction.
“Shh.” He brushed a kiss across my lips.
“I’m going to stop talking now,” I gasped.
“Thank you.”
He gave me a slow smile while his fingers continued their magic. He whispered hot and dirty words in my ear of what he’d like to do to me, urging me closer to the edge of the precipice. I came shockingly fast, shuddering and moaning his name, climaxing harder than I ever had before.
“Now you,” I said, reaching between us.
“No. This was about you.”
“But—”
“There’s no time,” he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I’m going to need a few uninterrupted hours.”
“A few…hours?”
He rose from the couch. “You didn’t think once would be enough for me?”
As if on cue, Grace wailed from her crib, which led me to believe that perhaps Levi was not just gorgeous, smart and a great kisser with magic hands.
He might also be a little bit psychic.
* * *
ON Thursday morning,I checked email on my laptop. I’d fallen into a pattern of getting up earlier and taking care of most of my work before Levi and Grace arrived. I filtered through all the emails from readers—more and more each day—and found a message from one of my old classmates at the Fashion Institute, Jenny Martinez, asking for a good time to call.
