Page 82 of Nanny for the Bodyguard

“Plus, they were both navy blue. And I wanted to match.”

I’m pretty sure that Easton can’t smile any bigger than he is now. His mouth finds mine again, and as he kisses me, his fingers crawl to my back, finding the closure of my bra and working it open.

He only stops kissing me to pull the straps down my arms and then fling the bra somewhere in his bedroom. That’s a problem for future-Hazel, but I make a mental note to be sure to find it before Jade wanders in here and sees what she shouldn’t.

“Ugh, you’re so goddamn beautiful. I’ll never get enough of seeing you, especially like this.”

Easton glances down my body, his eyes eating me up, and I swoon like a damn schoolgirl. But it’s impossible not to feel incredible when a hunky guy is staring at you like you’re dessert.

Lowering down, I expect another kiss, but Easton’s lips go for my nipple, and I arch against his mouth as he swirls his tongue around the rapidly hardening bud. He lifts his lips away to blow across my skin, and I erupt into goosebumps.

“Ugh, Easton…” I moan, remembering to keep my voice down.

When I look down at him, Easton’s wearing the biggest grin, and he holds eye contact as he flicks his tongue across my nipple. I buck slightly, and arousal pools between my legs at the undeniably hot sight.

“One day, we’re doing this when you can be loud for me.” Easton switches to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same treatment that has my toes curling.

I think about what he said. “One day.” Hell, maybe we will. Maybe this’ll go somewhere. I know I want it to, but I have to admit I’m still having a bit of a crisis of faith.

I’m not sure if the universe wants that for us. There’s so much?—

Teeth pinch my nipple, and I muffle a yelp with my hand, glaring at Easton.

“Hey!”

“Get out of your head, precious. I want you right here, right now. Nowhere else.”

A flare of guilt hits me, and I shake away the thoughts. Easton’s right. I need to be in the moment. I want to forget about all that other stuff for a moment and enjoy this.

I deserve to enjoy this.

My eyes roll closed as Easton begins a journey of kisses across my skin. He caresses every part of me, making my flesh buzz with need, and anticipation hits hard when he presses my legs apart.

“Open for me, gorgeous.” He urges my thighs apart, and I shuffle them wider. “That’s my good girl.”

My heart soars, and I can’t bring myself to care about how unwise or silly this might be. I want it too much.

I expect Easton to pull my underwear down, but instead, he moves aside the fabric of my panties and then dives in, his tongue going right up my seat.

Biting my lip hard enough that I worry I might tear the skin, I fight back the urge to scream. Easton feels incredible, the warmth and slippery feeling of him devouring me, ramping up all the arousal flaring through me.

I get worked up so quickly, and I’m a little embarrassed that he’s already got me on the edge for him, and I know that I’mwetbecause of all of it.

Easton doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. Hell, based on the way he sucks and licks and adjusts to every bit of guidance I provide him, he seems happy as a damn clam.

The sensations are so damn good, and he takes all my feedback about what I like. He remembers where to put his tongue, how to suck for the maximum effect, and when to stop, either to tease me or give me a break.

It’s perfect.

Barreling right up to the edge, I grip his hair at the roots, squeezing as I hover there on the precipice.

“Come for me, Hazel.” The words vibrate my skin. “Come right now.”

He goes back to my clit, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers hook inside me. I fall apart in seconds, burying my moans in my hands as the climax overwhelms me.

When the nerves in my pussy feel like they’re going to explode, Easton sits up, working me faster with his fingers before the first orgasm launches right into another one.

It’s only then that he sits back with a smile, his hands now going to the straps of my panties and pulling them down.