Page 45 of Nanny for the Bodyguard
There’s a beat. This moment of tense silence as neither of us move from that spot.
And then he kisses me.
I melt into the feeling, immediately allowing his tongue entry as the kiss goes from gentle to passionate in seconds. Easton presses me against him, his hand on my waist sinking lower so that it cups my ass before yanking my leg around his waist.
The other one quickly follows it, and suddenly, he’s got me lying on the bed on my back, his thighs forcing mine wide.
Everything is a whirlwind, and I have no idea how we got here. My pulse flickers in my neck, actually noticeable, and I can hear the rush of blood screaming in my ears.
My head is spinning, and I’m not sure if that’s because of the concussion. Worry starts up in my belly, but before it can take over, Easton sweeps his tongue across mine just as he reaches up to cup my breast.
I moan against his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
I have no idea where the bags are or if we closed the door. I know Easton turned off the stove, but did we forget anything else?
Easton grazes his thumb across my nipple, the bud going instantly hard as the sensation drills through me.
Wandering his kisses down my neck, Easton hums in approval, the vibration rumbling through me. He toys with that nipple, his other hand squeezing my waist so tightly.
Is he holding himself back? Using that grip to keep his hand from going lower?
Do I want that? Or do I want all of him, every inch touching me like it has before? I remember those days when we could hardly keep our hands off each other.
I haven’t had sex since Easton.
Oh god. Where is my fucking head right now?
On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking them at the ankle. I arch up into Easton’s palm as he touches me, my body so fucking hungry for more of this.
He surges forward, gripping me by the back of the neck and pulling my lips to his. I love it, but my head reels and a hiss escapes me.
Immediately, Easton pulls back.
“Shit. Hazel, I…are you okay?”
He leans back, that worried look plastered all over his face again. I hate it. But I can also feel the dizziness getting stronger, and my eyes pinch closed without my permission.
“Yeah. I’m…dammit. It’s this fucking concussion.”
I hear his chuckle and manage to crack open one eye as I put my hand to my forehead. Easton smiles down at me, sympathy radiating through his gaze.
“I think we need to slow down. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sliding backward, Easton sits on the edge of the bed, still close, but it feels like he’s so far away.Stupid head.
“Ugh, you’re probably right. I got lightheaded trying to get stuff from my bathroom before.”
“Hazel,” Easton scolds, “you didn’t say anything. Now I feel like a jerk.”
I smile, lightly shaking my head. “That’swhat makes you feel like a jerk?”
The words are out before I can stop them, and Easton doesn’t answer. Silence hangs between us, and then I hear hurried footsteps rushing down the hallway.
Jade is here.
“Hazel!” she shouts happily as she sprints into the room and right up to the side of the bed. “Can you play? You’re back from the doctor, so?—”
“Honey,” Easton stands up, putting a hand on Jade’s shoulder and angling her toward him, “Hazel is still recovering. She needs some rest.”
