Page 114 of The Nanny and the Nerd
Of course! The seashell request! He grabbed a few himself, then hand in hand, they made their way to the car. Fortunately, he’d parked between a cluster of palm trees. They’d done a decent job of keeping the rain out of the convertible. But there was no way they could drive even a short distance without getting soaked to the bone. He jumped in the car, started her up, then hit the button to close the convertible’s top.
“That came out of nowhere!” Penny remarked, wiping the rain from her cheeks. “We should probably get back to the boat.”
No, he wasn’t about to go anywhere—not after what she’d just disclosed.
She loved him! Penny Fennimore loved him!
“We’re not going anywhere. Not before I do this,” he answered, weaving his hand into her wet hair, then pressed his lips to hers.
The contact sent a charge through his system. Penny gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Forget words! This was his chance to bare his soul and let her know how he felt. Rivulets of water ran down their cheeks as their tongues met in a sensual rhythm. He closed his eyes and disappeared into her. And while he may appear calm and subdued on the outside, he kissed her with a hunger that shattered his muted demeanor.
“Penny,” he said, desire taking over.
“Say it again,” she whispered.
He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “Penny.”
The warmth in her expression gave way to wanton yearning. “Kiss me, Rowen.”
That he could do!
He captured her mouth, devouring her softness and falling deeper and deeper in love with each of her sweet gasps. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted all of her. He needed to feel her, to be one with her, to thrust his cock inside her sweet center and claim her body and soul.
In a rapid motion, he moved his seat back as far as it would go in the sleek sports car, then lifted her over the console. It was as if she’d anticipated the move, as if she too needed to be closer, needed that carnal connection. She straddled him, pressing her hands to his chest as he kissed along her jawline. It was a tight fit for the two of them, but instinct had taken over.
Alone in the desolate parking lot, hidden away inside the car, they created their own world, and their bodies knew what the other required. She slid her hands into his hair, twisting the locks at the nape of his neck as he tightened his grip on her hips. Her dress bunched around her waist as she rocked against him, once, then twice, then a third time, and the sweet friction between them went from smoldering embers to a heated inferno. His cock strained against his pants as he ran his hands up her smooth legs. He explored the curves of her ass, then grinned a wolfish grin against her lips as pure, animal lust tore through him.
Something was missing—but he sure as hell wasn’t missing it.
“I didn’t know exactly what you had planned for tonight. But I assumed underwear was optional,” she purred, sending another jolt of desire straight to his rock-hard cock.
His naughty, naughty nanny!
He caressed her tight bundle of nerves, then teased her entrance, finding her wet, so damned wet for him. “As far as I’m concerned,” he growled as she rolled her hips and rode his hand. “Underwear is always optional.”
“Is that official Gale Tech policy,” she teased.
Christ! She’d kill him with that smart mouth of hers!
“No, it’s official Rowen and Penny policy,” he corrected in his dirtiest boss voice.
She rolled her hips again, then held his gaze. “I can work with that.”
She could have requested they eat pizza every night of the week, pepper the refrigerator with layer upon layer of Phoebe’s drawings, and put him on permanent cookie baking duty. At this point, he’d do anything she asked of him.
He undid his pants and slid down his boxer briefs enough to free himself. Penny reached between them and stroked his hard length, and he sucked in a tight breath at her velvet touch. A touch that sent a delicious shiver through his body as she pushed up onto her knees and guided him toward her wet, hot entrance. He wanted everything at once. He wanted to wait and allow the anticipation to build, savoring the intense magnetism pulsing between them. But he could not deny the desperation coursing through his veins to take her hard and fast. Teetering on the precipice between pleasure and pain, he cupped her face in his hand, then brushed his thumb across her lips and found her trembling.
“Penny, what is it?” he asked softly.
“I’m so happy, Rowen. So deliriously happy, and it’s because of you,” she replied with tears in her eyes.
“Penny,” he whispered like a prayer, like a wish, like a man gaining entrance to paradise. It hovered around them, suspended in the air as he took this sliver of time to record everything about her. The light from the lone lamppost in the lot lit her in an ethereal glow. From the wet strands of golden hair to those soulful sable eyes, he etched her very essence into his soul, to that place inside him no other person had ever touched. With the hypnotic thrum of rain as their backdrop, they returned to that faraway place where it was only the two of them. No worries. No deadlines. No errors. No setbacks. No demands. And no proving himself over and over again to people who were long gone but never far from his thoughts.
No, none of that existed when he held her close and inhaled her orange blossom scent.
She went to bite her lip, an endearing movement he’d seen her do time and time again. But she stopped, released a slow breath, then stared deeply into his eyes. “I love you,” she mouthed as she sank down, taking him inch by delicious inch.
And he had no words. Only his body could answer. He thrust his hips, guiding her in a slow, decadently smooth rhythm. She clutched his shoulders, anchoring herself as they made love slowly, deliberately, bodies coming together in the perfect ebb and flow like the ocean meeting the sand. Their gazes locked. He had to believe that when she looked into his eyes, she could see the emotion, the unyielding commitment.
