Page 128 of The Nanny and the Hothead
Charlotte clearly had Oscar’s heart, but had she captured his as well? Would the key around her neck unlock not only the physical lock but the lock that kept his heart hidden away?
“Mitch?” she said, and her voice calmed the torrent of emotions welling inside him.
“Yeah?”
“How much time do we have?” she repeated.
“About eight hours,” he answered, pulling his gaze from the items on the side table and focusing on the woman in his bed.
“About eight hours,” she echoed, leaning back onto her elbows as he drank her in—all creamy skin and delicious curves. “Any ideas on how to pass the time?” she asked with a naughty lilt to her voice.
The raging boner in his pants had quite a few ideas. Luckily, his brain, or maybe it was his heart, still maintained control. “What if, when it’s just you and me, you were my Charlotte? All mine.”
Damn, he liked the sound of that!
“What if I was?” she tossed back coyly, removing her shirt. “What would you do if I was yours?” she finished, sliding off her skirt and tossing it onto the floor. And God help him! Bathed in the blue light filtering in from the window with her hair cascading past her shoulders, she exuded a radiant beauty men went to war over.
He shrugged off his pants and boxers like they were on fire, then glanced down at his rock-hard cock. “I already told you what I’d do. I want to taste every inch of you,” he answered, prowling the length of her body as that pull, that attraction, that thread that formed between them took hold. True to his word, he took his time, tracing a line with his tongue to the apex of her thighs.
“Mitch,” she breathed, arching her back as he removed her panties, then ran his tongue across her delicate folds.
“So sweet and all mine.” She was like a drug, and he couldn’t get enough.
He parted her legs, reaching beneath her to grasp the firm globes of her ass. Taking control of her pleasure, he teased her, licking and sucking, listening in carnal delight as her dirty moans fed his voracious desire.
If there was a heaven, it was right here between Charlotte Ames’s thighs.
But his fiery redhead wasn’t so keen on letting him run the show.
Between her sharp gasps and gravelly hums, she rocked her hips and threaded her fingers into his hair, setting the pace and switching up the power dynamic.
“Do not stop,” she bit out.
He might be the hothead in charge when it came to the kitchen. But in the bedroom, Charlotte had taken over.
And he loved it!
He loved letting her take and take, loved knowing that he was the lucky bastard giving this demanding goddess everything she wanted.
The sound of her breath, the taste of her desire, spoke to him, urging him on. Every touch and each caress sparked electric. But it was the gift of sight that had him truly spellbound. As he teased her most sensitive place and watched as she writhed and bucked, he couldn’t pull his gaze away as she came alive beneath him. She might be on the receiving end, but that didn’t mean he was missing out. She gave him an erotic show that had his cock weeping, and he wasn’t about to stop until he sent her over the edge.
Gasping his name, she turned her head toward the pillow and let go. With her body trembling and her hips pumping, she met her release in a glorious rush of breathy gasps. She twisted her fingers in his hair and pulled. And God help him! He tensed as the delectable bite of pain only got him harder.
He was near delirious when she pushed up onto her elbows and caught him watching her.
“Come here,” she beckoned, then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.
And sweet nanny bliss! When he thought she couldn’t be more alluring, she tossed her red halo of hair, then ran her finger between her breasts. He sucked in a tight breath, admiring the utter perfection of a completely naked Charlotte Ames.
“Are you coming?” she purred, and he wasn’t about to make her ask twice.
He replied with a wolfish grin. Damn, he liked her feisty! He reveled in her confidence. He met her gaze, then licked his lips, delighting in the taste of her arousal on his tongue.
But this was no time to take a breather.
Sliding his hands up her torso, he paid particular attention to her breasts before peppering her neck with kisses. She rewarded his efforts with a low, sultry sigh that sent a fresh surge of desire pulsing through his veins. Their mouths met, and she welcomed him with a deep kiss that spoke of impassioned yearning and uncontrollable hunger.
She was insatiable!
