Page 82 of This Baby Business
“Secret fake engaged.”
“Whatever.”
He took a bite out of the brownie, which, as it turned out, was a moist, chocolate-and-mint-flavored piece of utopia. This brownie tasted like sex. The best kind of sex, the kind you didn’t want to end. An all-nighter. He nearly grabbed the edge of the counter to ease the intense pleasure of this brownie. His mouth had just had an orgasm.
Carly smiled. “Good, huh?”
He swallowed. “Not bad.”
“I have my talents.” She slid him the look of a confident woman, chin up, and damn, he loved that look on her. “Look, I wasn’t honest with you. Not completely. When I took this job, I said I was a baby expert. Which wasn’t entirely true. Although I know an awful lot. It’s just not the same in theory. Which is funny because I’ve always been better at hands-on. I was never all that good with books and tests.”
The dyslexia.
She waved a hand. “You got me sidetracked. I’m trying to say that this baby business is so much harder than I thought it would be. And I think you and Grace deserve better.”
“I’ve got better.” He took a step closer, but not before picking up another piece of sex…er, brownie.
“What you’ve got is the owner of a popular baby website who can write about baby products and recommend them. But that’s a far cry from someone who really understands babies.”
“I don’t need someone who understands babies. What I’ve got is someone who understands Grace.”
“What you’ve got is—”
“Someone who doesn’t do baby talk because she obviously thinks my daughter is smart enough to understand real words. Or maybe just wants to teach her real words. Like I do.”
She gazed at him, eyes soft. “Why do people do that, anyway? I think she should learn the word right the first time. If she can’t say it, she’ll just keep trying.”
“Exactly,” he said, taking hold of one wrist with his free hand. “Now you see why I can’t let you go.”
Of course, she thought he was talking about the babysitting gig. And he was, partly. Mostly.
“I see your point. But surely there are other babysitters out there like me. Not everyone sayswooforyou. Jill doesn’t. Mrs. Lane didn’t. And anyway—”
And that was it. She needed to stop talking, because he’d much rather be kissing her. He stuck the rest of the brownie in her mouth while it was open. It was not the first thing he wanted to do with that mouth of hers.
Not even the second thing. But he still enjoyed the wide eyes, the pink cheeks as she chewed and studied him. He enjoyedher. When both of his hands drifted down to her hips and tugged her close, her expressive eyes went from surprised to the soft yearning look he’d seen in his fantasies.
She swallowed, and her tongue flicked out to lick her lips.
“Got that? Because you have something…right here.” His tongue licked one side of her mouth then the other.
“Levi,” she breathed. “What are we doing?”
“Anything you want.”
CHAPTER32
Carly
There was onlyone thing I had found I loved more passionately than my better-than-sex brownies with mint-chocolate frosting and chocolate slivers on top. Sex. With Levi.
Anything you want.
His voice was smoother than butter and richer than chocolate. The combination of my brownies and Levi’s kisses had me in sensory overload. My heart kicked up and I fisted my hands in his cotton shirt, then my fingers skimmed down his abs until I rested them on the waistband of his jeans.
Levi shouldn’t promise things he couldn’t deliver. He couldn’t give me anything I wanted, because what I wanted was for the world to go away. I wanted responsibilities and obligations and even long-held dreams to disappear for now. Even for a moment. Maybe then I could be alone with Levi. I could be decadent and careless and luxuriate in soft cotton sheets and the feel of his bristled jaw against my neck. In between my legs. Everywhere.
“Tell me what you want,” Levi said, dropping openmouthed kisses down the column of my neck, on the soft spot behind my ear.
