Page 25 of Rejected Nanny Mate
“Don't worry, Joe,” she said, patting my thigh. “I won't tell all the other girls you flirt with.”
“Tell them what, Gwendolyn?”
“That we're a family.”
Fuck.
She didn't say another word until I was pulling into the garage, and then she yawned, rubbing her eyes. I was worried that I'd have to carry her inside, but she seemed a little steadier on her feet as she walked up the back steps and into the house.
“Thanks for the food, Joe. It was really nice.”
“Of course. Maybe next time, though, you'll stick to one drink, huh?”
“Sure,” she murmured, yawning again.
“Go upstairs and lie down. I'll bring you some water.”
She nodded, shuffling slowly towards the stairs. But before she could get there, she swayed, leaning against the wall.
I was there before she could fall, scooping her up into my arms. She gasped, grabbing onto my shoulders. “Change of plans,” I explained. “Let's get you in bed first, and then I'll bring the water.”
“Yes,” she breathed, eyes only half open. “That seems like a better idea.”
I tried not to focus on her warm, curvy body and the scent of her skin as I took the stairs. Instead, I kept my gaze locked firmly on the path in front of us. Gwen had her head against my shoulder, her soft breath brushing against my neck, and I swallowed hard, my dick pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
Gwen's room was across the hall from mine, and the door creaked. I opened it with my foot, nudging it wide enough for the two of us, and carried her inside.
“Bed,” she murmured, pointing.
“I've got you,” I told her.
I pulled the covers back and placed her on the mattress. She was still dressed, her shoes on, but from the looks of it, she had less than five minutes of consciousness before she was going to be out cold. I wasted no time helping her out of her shoes. I hesitated after that, but she was in jeans, and I knew she'd be uncomfortable if I left them on her. So, mustering every bit of self-control I had, I unbuttoned her pants and had her lift her hips so I could work them down her gorgeous legs.
Halfway through the process, I had to turn my eyes to the ceiling and basically take the jeans off blind. One more lookat her bare legs and the small slip of her panties, and I would have died on the spot. My wolf was so close to the surface that I could feel my fangs lengthening in my mouth, but I was in control, dammit. I was an Alpha. Nothing could shake me, not even Gwen, half-naked, her hands on my biceps as she steadied herself.
At least, that was what I had to keep repeating in my mind. Thank God it worked, and a few seconds later, I fumbled for the blanket and pulled it over her. With her irresistible legs out of sight, I thought my temptations were over, but Gwen apparently had plans to push me to the edge and more.
She looped her arms around my neck, pulling me into her. “Lay down with me for a little while,” she pleaded.
“No, Gwen,” I tried to pull away, but she pulled even harder. Gwen was stronger than I'd anticipated, and I lost my balance, stumbling forward and only catching myself with my hands on the mattress on either side of her hips.
In an instant, my face was mere inches from hers, so close I could smell the strawberry on her breath.
“Please, Joe.”
Her voice was low and husky, and her scent, usually soft and sweet, was tinged with a hint of spice. She was turned on.
“Fuck, Gwen,” I muttered. I tempted fate, letting my nose brush against hers, but at the last moment, I kissed her cheek instead and slowly untangled her arms from around my neck. I'd never wanted anything more in my life than I wanted her at that moment, but she was drunk, and things had just been mended between us.
I might not have been a good man, but I took care of what was mine. And as long as Gwen resided under my roof, she belonged to me.
“Goodnight, Gwendolyn,” I told her, ignoring her complaints. “You'll thank me in the morning.”
“I don't feel thankful now,” she called, her voice muffled as I shut the door. “I feel lonely!”
“So do I,” I said to no one but myself, dragging my hands over my face, waiting for my racing heart to slow. “So do I, Gwen.”
Chapter 10 - Gwen
