Page 39 of Rejected Nanny Mate
“Good.” She closed her eyes and sagged. “God. That was so much harder than the first two.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.” Her eyes flickered open, and our gazes locked. The moment held, and it would have taken almost nothing for me to lean forward and press my lips to hers.
But Gwen broke eye contact and stood, the water sluicing off her body. It was like a scene straight from one of my fantasies, but her cheeks were flushed, and she was moving quickly.
“You're welcome. Um...goodnight.”
“Gwen,” I called after her, but she'd already grabbed a towel and disappeared through the bathroom door.
“Shit,” I sighed, sinking back into the water. It had gone cold, and the realization that Gwen was probably freaked out or scared made my stomach sink.
It wasn't the right time, I told myself. We'd just been through a major healing. We were both tired and drained. She wasn't ready, and it would only complicate things. But then she returned, that thin silky robe from before wrapped around her, the wetness of her bra and panties dampening it. Without a word, she gathered another towel and came to the edge of the bathtub, keeping her eyes obviously averted from my form beneath the water.
“Stand up,” she said quietly, nervously, handing me the towel. “I need to actually see the wounds before I'm satisfied you're okay.”
Wordlessly, I stood and wrapped the towel around my waist. Gwen grabbed a second one and kept her eyes fixed somewhere near my chin as she dried me off.
She was thorough, and her fingers brushed lightly over the scars where the wounds had once been. I cursed internally and looked up at the ceiling, but my self-control was all but gone. I could feel myself getting hard under the towel, and silently prayed that the material was heavy enough that she wouldn't notice.
“They're definitely closed,” she said, her voice low and breathless. “We did it.”
“You did it.”
“Because of you,” she replied, looking up at me. There was an intensity in her gaze that I'd never seen before, and a wave of longing crashed over me.
I wanted her. More than anything, I wanted her.
Gwen stepped back, her eyes still holding mine. I was half-afraid that she would leave, and half-terrified that she wouldn't. I was equal parts horrified and turned on when hergaze finally darted down to where the towel had tented, and she gasped softly. Her breathing became faster, and there was color in her cheeks as she asked. “Is there...more that you need from me?”
It was seven simple words, but the meaning was unmistakable. Whatever I said next would change everything between us.
“Yes. There is.”
Chapter 14 - Gwen
I couldn't believe I'd been so reckless as to ask, or even look down when I knew exactly what I'd find. A clear, unavoidable sign that Joe wanted something from me far beyond the healings I'd been giving him.
From the second I'd heard him call for me and rushed into the bathroom, the odd pressure in my chest that I'd been attributing to my anxiety had intensified. Not only that, it had dropped lower, into the core of me, and began to spread. I had no idea what it meant, but each time I looked at Joe, touched him, healed him, it pulsed, growing. It'd been less than an hour since he'd yelled for me, but already, the warm pressure was making me reckless.
I was aching for something, but I had no idea what it was. I was entranced by his naked body, the hard lines of his muscles, and the smattering of dark hair on his chest.
Then, I'd seen how hard he was for me, and the thickness of his length between the towel, and the pressure in my core all but exploded, making me almost double over with need. “Is there...more that you need from me?”
“Yes. There is.”
In the next instant, I was pressed up against the wall, the robe around my body had somehow come undone, and Joe was kissing me. It was nothing like the careful first kiss we'd shared so long ago. This was a hungry, desperate thing, his tongue sliding over mine as his hands cupped my face. My heart was racing, and my skin felt like it was on fire. I couldn't get close enough.
The pressure was still there, but instead of hurting, it was a dull throbbing, and I could feel my panties starting to get wet.Not from the water anymore, but from an emptiness inside of me that needed filling.
I'd been so busy, and had so much on my mind, I hadn't noticed the change in myself, and had no idea what was happening to me, but it felt good, and when Joe pulled back, his breathing labored, I felt like I was being pulled under some inescapable tide.
“Joe,” I panted. “Joe, I feel...”
His nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply, his green eyes going dark as his pupils expanded. His face underwent several sudden changes—shock, which bled into lust, and then, finally, hunger. “Gwendolyn. You're in heat.”
“What?”
