Page 85 of The Nanny and the Hothead
“You do?” she breathed, grateful she was still capable of forming words.
He leaned in, then gently outlined the key at the hollow of her neck with the pad of his thumb. “Why does it feel like you’ve been with me for longer than two days?” he asked as his warm breath caressed her lips.
This she understood as well.
“Because I have been with you. I worked for you for over two years, but you never noticed me,” she rasped, tightening her grip on the sink while the hold on her resolve loosened.
“I noticed you, Charlotte,” he answered in a low rumble.
“Yeah, when I threw vegetables at you,” she whispered, her chest rising and falling with every heated punctuated breath.
“No, it was long before that day,” he growled, releasing the key. Slowly, he traced the curve of her cheek before slipping his hand into her hair. He twisted the strands between his fingers. “Somedays, you were the only thing I could see. You and that long red ponytail, surrounded by that intoxicating strawberry sunshine. It nearly drove me insane. All I could do was think about twisting your fiery auburn hair in my hand.”
The tantalizing pleasure of being seen by this man scorched her veins. It was almost too much to take. Heart hammering, if he didn’t kiss her, she might disintegrate into a million tiny pieces.
His lips skimmed across hers, and she trembled, consumed with raw need.
“What are you waiting for?” she tempted. “You’re right here. Take a little bite.”
He moved in closer, pinning her between his muscled body and the sink. His rock-hard cock pressed against her, leaving no questions as to his intentions. He wanted her—badly. A delicious thrum of power pulsed through her. She’d never felt so utterly desired. And he wantedher—not the version of her who did whatever it took to connect with a guy.
She released a ragged breath when it happened. Mitch’s lips met hers as a smile bloomed across his lips.
“I don’t wantone little bite,” he replied, his voice intensifying the desire within her.
“What do you want?” she whispered. At this point, she’d trade her beloved Nikon for one kiss from this smiling hothead.
“I want to lick and suck and devour every part of you. I want your taste on my tongue.”
Wow!
“That’s all?” she teased, and his dirty grin curled into a lusty smirk.
He liked her feisty.
“No, that’s not all. I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t even remember what goes on the Signature Louise when I’m done with you.”
That was hot. But two could play at this.
“That’s a tall order, Chef. Especially since it’s my new favorite.”
“It’ll be your second favorite in about thirty seconds,” he answered, then ended the excruciating torment as he claimed her mouth in a scorching kiss.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she melted into the man. His kiss consumed her. Mitch Elliott demanded everything. And she was right there, ready to comply, when that tiny voice in the back of her mind held up a megaphone.
You are sucking face with your boss!
Technically, yes, she was. But this was another exception—like the tent. The emotional onslaught of the day was to blame. This was simply a way to work out that rush of energy.
“After whatever happens in here, we’ll keep it professional,” she panted as Mitch licked a hot trail from the corner of her mouth to her earlobe. “Like a special menu—one night only event.”
“Right, one night only,” he agreed, returning to her mouth to run his tongue along her bottom lip. He pulled back. “Do you know what that means?”
Wide-eyed, her body ached for his touch. “What?”
His Big Bad Wolf eyes raked over her. “That means it has to be really good—a blow-your-mind experience.”
Double wow!
