Page 126 of The Nanny and the Hothead
Stop with the woos!
“You hit it,” she breathed, then launched herself toward him. And holy shit, the nanny could move! His reflexes took over as he dropped the shirt and caught her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and their bodies came together with a hard smack. She circled his neck with her arms as he gripped her ass. Silently, he thanked the panty gods for making G-string underwear and paid mental homage to whoever designed the miniskirt.
They were genius clothing inventions!
He met her fiery gaze. “We’re going with it from here, right? The wooing portion of the evening is—”
“Is over,” she finished, her firm tone making it damned clear that she meant business.
And really, who was he to disagree?
“It ended the minute your shirt came off,” she added with the dirtiest of smirks as she threaded her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.
He met her dirty grin with one of his own. “So, you want me for my body?”
The woman didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“I can live with that,” he answered as their lips met in a kiss so steamy it could have melted every popsicle in the entire western hemisphere.
He closed his eyes, dissolving into the caress of her tongue as their mouths explored and tasted. Forget sweet strawberry sunshine. His Charlotte was an explosive cherry bomb. He tightened his grip, sliding one hand into her hair. She gasped as he pulled her in closer, then freed the locks from the messy bun. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips before pulling back and breaking their kiss.
“What is it?” she asked, not having a clue that she was, without a doubt, a goddess—stunning auburn perfection.
“You. Your eyes, your hair, your everything. You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Was it a cheesy line?
Yeah.
But was it the truth?
Absolutely!
He did a quick survey of the spacious kitchen. And as much as he wanted to take her against every flat surface, it didn’t feel right. Each time they’d made love, it had been in a wild, hasty rush of unbridled desire. And while he had nothing against unbridled desire, he hadn’t gotten to see her, really see her—lay her down and savor every delicious inch of her body. That was tonight’s epiphany. He didn’t only want to screw this woman’s brains out. He wanted to understand what made her tick, what brought her joy, what made Charlotte Ames the object of his adoration.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked with a teasing lilt to her voice, but he shook his head.
“Not here. Not like this.”
Her dreamy expression began to fade. But before a frown could grace her kiss-swollen lips, he shifted her body in his arms. Like a groom ushering his bride across the threshold, he carried her toward the stairwell.
Was he back toCheesyvillewith this move?
That would be a yes!
But did it return the smile to her face?
Oh, yeah!
A lovely lightness spread through him as Charlotte gasped at being tossed around like a gorgeous sack of potatoes. But when she beamed at him with her shining emerald eyes, he knew this cheeseball maneuver had earned him some serious woo points.
And dammit! There was that word, but he didn’t care. This crazy wooing business made her happy. And making her happy sent a rush of adrenaline through his body. It was as if every cell in him was cheering him on.
She giggled, and her breath warmed the crook of his neck. “I thought we agreed the wooing portion of the night was over.”
Taking the steps two at a time, he bit back a grin. “If wanting to taste every inch of your body and make you moan my name for hours is considered wooing, then forget calling me hothead. You can now refer to me as Mr. Woo.”
She did that adorable thing where she cocked her head to the side as wisps of hair kissed the apples of her cheeks. “Mr. Woo?”
