Page 191 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
She smiled up at him, so completely in love. “You’re a good man, Erasmus Cress.”
He waved her off. “I told Briggs to do whatever it took to get us here. He and his team got it done.”
She looked him over. “Is that humility coming from the British beefcake?”
He bit back a grin. “Only for you. Now,” he said, leaning in, all that modesty draining away. “I know what you’ve been waiting for. Don’t you want to touch it?”
She grinned up at him, swooning over the man. “Of course, I do, but we might want to make sure Shandra is out of earshot.”
“Plum?” Raz said, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
“Yes?”
“I was talking about the tree swing.” He tipped her chin and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “But I see where your energy is directed, Miss Wham, Bam Pun-chi Yogi. And I cannot say that I’m disappointed,” he continued, taking her hand and leading her toward the swing.
“It’s like walking into a dream. The aquamarine water is just how I remembered it.” She reached toward the gray, braided rope but stopped before touching it. “I thought about this swing so often as a girl. I’d try to imagine how many storms it had weathered.”
“And it’s still here, looking bloody sturdy,” he said. The sun shined on his face, highlighting his strong cheekbones and casting him in a glow.
The man was more Greek god than mere mortal, and he wanted her.
Exhilaration thrummed through her body as she concentrated on the beefcake who’d given her more than she’d ever dreamed. “Take off your T-shirt,” she purred.
Sensing her shift in energy, Raz complied without a word of protest, his features growing solemn, his focus on one thing—and only one thing.
Her.
She took the shirt from him and placed it on the swing’s wooden bench.
“Take off your shorts and everything else,” she continued, watching the Adonis of a man strip at her command. The rays of early morning sunlight kissed his body. Bathed in a golden glow, his ripped torso and muscled, powerful limbs called out to her. She licked her lips, hungry for this man and his perfect cock, ravenous to feel him between her thighs. She dropped her gaze and greedily drank him in. It was safe to say the man was up for it, rock hard and ready to take her over the edge.
“Sit down on the swing,” she directed, her body quivering with desire.
The wooden plank creaked, and the ropes groaned as her beefcake complied.
With his gaze swimming with lust, he gripped the rope and set his sights on her.
“Your turn, plum. I want to see every gorgeous inch of you,” he growled, rocking back and forth, his powerful legs flexing with each movement. “And Libby?”
“Yes?”
“Go slowly.”
Yes, Mr. Beefcake!
She slid one strap, then the other, off her shoulder. The little summer dress she’d slipped on after Raz welcomed her into the jet-set version of Club O proved to not only be something comfortable for sleeping but a garment quickly shed while looking to get it on in paradise. The light fabric pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of her sandals and shook her hair loose from the makeshift bun. She gripped the elastic band of her panties when Raz shook his head.
“Turn around while you take those off.”
Leave it to her boxer to take back control. What used to make her want to bang a gong like a madwoman now got her wet with anticipation. When the competitive alpha set his sights on her, every inch of her body craved his touch.
And you bet your bottom dollar she obeyed. Bending forward, she slid her panties past her ass, down her thighs, then kicked them off. She looked over her shoulder. “Was that to your liking, beefcake?”
“Get that perfect arse over here,” the beast demanded, clearly pleased with her performance.
Libby exhaled a tight breath. If she were equipped with an arousal meter, the sucker would have blown through the roof.
Slowly, she walked toward him. The warm sand tickled her toes as she stood before him, naked, nipples hard and goose bumps prickling her skin.
