Page 58 of Nanny for the Bodyguard

Hazel isn’t any less incredible than she was when I first met her. If anything, she’s even more fantastic.

I remember what I saw in her then. I remember what we’ve done since she started working for me as Jade’s babysitter.

I remember how good she feels.

And before I can think better of it, I pull Hazel onto my lap and kiss her.

There are no feather-light touches, no gentle caresses because I’m holding back. I throw everything I have into the kiss, the moment passionate and charged with emotions both old and new.

“Easton,” Hazel breathes against my lips, and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck while the other circles her waist, keeping her pressed to me.

I need to feel her. I need to touch her, kiss her,fuckher.

But I’m not about to let myself get carried away. She’s still recovering, and this situation is…yeah.

Maybe…maybe I can just make her feel good.

I sweep my tongue across the seam of her lips before slipping it past again. Hers finds mine, and they dance together as I begin to roam my hands over her body.

A gentle moan breaks free as I cup Hazel’s ass, gripping hard. She rocks her hips above me, and I’m hard as rock beneath my zipper.

Reluctantly pulling my lips from hers, I look up into her eyes, those hazel storms, and cup her cheek with one hand.

“Are you sure? I…I don’t know what this is. All I know is that I want you—desperately. But I’ll stop. I’ll go upstairs right now if?—”

“Shh,” Hazel whispers, putting a finger to my mouth. “Please, Easton. I want this. I want whatever you’ll give me.”

My heart soars, and I yank Hazel back down to my lips. We kiss and kiss and kiss until I need more, so I hold her against me and then stand up, turning around to set her down on the miniature chaise.

Hazel clings to me, sealing her lips to mine for as long as she can. But I lay her back against the seat, working my lips over her chin and down her neck.

Arching up off the cushion, Hazel threads her fingers through my hair, and I let out a hungry hiss as she tugs at the roots.

“Lift your hips, baby.”

She obeys with no hesitation, planting her hands on either side of herself before lifting her hips up toward my face. I kiss across her stomach as my fingers find the button and zipper of her cut-off shorts.

It’s a bit of a challenge to get the fucking things off her. The denim fabric is stiff, but I finally yank the suckers free, flinging them somewhere behind me.

Hazel lets out a little giggle. “That might have been easier if I stood up.”

“Absolutely not.” I smile up at her from between her thighs. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”

She grins, a beautiful pink spreading over her cheeks, and I go back to kissing her stomach. I work my lips down, down, down until I reach the top hem of her panties.

The thin fabric is a pale purple color, with lacey edges and little flowers dotting the sheer fabric. They’re so irresistibly sweet, the fabric ruffled by Hazel’s hips where it creates the boyshort shape.

I smooth my lips across the fabric, working lower to where she hides behind the small section of opaque fabric.

“Easton…” A moan slips free again, and Hazel’s fingers are back in my hair, gripping just enough.

For just a few seconds longer, I kiss and nuzzle Hazel through the fabric of her panties, which gets wetter with each moment, making my insides light up.

She squirms beneath me, her hands dancing through my hair like she can’t determine whether she wants to squeeze or rake her fingers back and forth. Hazel’s foot comes up, helping to lift her off the cushion as she seeks out more sensation.

All I can do is grin against her core, loving how worked up she’s getting for me.

“Oh, baby. Are you so ready for more? You can barely hold still.”