Page 31 of Worst Nanny Ever (Babes of Brewing #2)

She said tonight , which means the offer might be off the table tomorrow.

That should give me pause. Ever since I kissed her, I’ve been thinking about her obsessively.

It’s only going to be worse if I kiss her again.

If I touch her. Take her. But I’m powerless to say no.

Worse: not a single part of me wants to.

I lift her into my arms and carry her to the couch. When I sink back against the cushions with Hannah on my lap, the warm weight of her against my needy cock is so good, so right, I can barely resist the urge to dry-hump her.

She weaves both hands into my hair as she kisses me hard and rocks against me, and fuck it, I am dry-humping her, my hand guiding her hip as we move against each other.

Right now, nothing feels real for me other than Hannah.

It’s like we’re in a void, existing only for each other.

Her sweet mouth, the gorgeous, delectable swell of her breasts…

What the hell is happening to me? I have absolutely no control with her, none. But it doesn’t make me anxious. It makes me feel euphoric.

I just got done telling Rob that I couldn’t have her. That I couldn’t even kiss her, and here I am with my tongue in her mouth and my hands moving all over her. Learning her. Cupping her breasts and holding her butt and caressing every available inch of her.

I know this is madness, and all madness has to end eventually, so I want to absorb as much of the moment as possible so the memory can last.

She moves her hips, grinding against my cock, and bites down on my lower lip .

“You feel so good,” I groan.

“So do you.” She grins impishly at me. “I just knew you had a big stick.”

I grip her hip, holding her to me, and kiss her deeper as she presses down on my cock, moving those hips.

She’s still wearing that tempting yellow dress, so I reach under the skirt, skimming my hands over her rounded thighs and ass as my mouth consumes her.

She’s perfect here too. Soft and warm and strong.

I break the kiss to stare at her, soaking in the way her lips are swollen from me. “I’m going to touch you, Hannah. Are you wet for me?”

“Yes,” she says, rocking against me again. “And I can tell you’re very hard for me.”

I dip my fingers under the waistband of her panties as I bury my head in her chest, kissing the swell of her breasts—so soft and fragrant I want to lose myself in there and never find my way out.

My fingers find a place she likes, and she bucks against me as I slide one of them into her.

She’s wet. So wet and tight, and the thought of taking what I want consumes me.

It’s all I can think about as she moves against me, my cock caught between us, straining as she rides my hand.

“So beautiful,” I murmur against her breasts. “I want you so bad.”

I kiss her, then bite down softly, and she likes that, quickening the movements of her hip. Pressing my palm against the spot where I know she needs it, I keep moving my fingers inside her, desperate to feel her take her pleasure from me. Desperate for it to happen at least this once.

She gasps. “I’m going to come.”

“Thank God,” I murmur.

She moves faster against me and starts to moan, the sound curling around me, enveloping me. I lift my head from her breasts to catch the sound in my mouth. We can’t make too much noise because we might wake Ollie.

Ollie.

Oh shit.

I pull back slightly, panting, my fingers still curled inside of her because I can’t bear to take them out yet, even though I know she already came.

She smiles at me, then very pointedly lifts my hair and traces her tongue over my birthmark.

My dick instantly gets even harder, and she tugs back to look at me in the dim light of the apartment, her eyes gleaming like emeralds.

“Am I allowed to go into your bedroom now?” she asks, her voice throaty. “Or is it still off-limits .”

“You already went in there tonight,” I reply like a real idiot. I feel like an idiot, like my dick is the only part of me with more than half a thought, and all it’s thinking is, Take her now, you idiot. Don’t ask too many stupid questions.

“It was very naughty of me to break the rules. I’ll let you spank me.”

Oh, fuck. From the gleam in her eyes, she actually wants me to.

I swallow dryly. “The music room.”

“Why?” she asks. Then her eyes gleam with understanding. “Oh, because it’s mostly soundproof? Do you think that highly of your skills, Travis?”

“You were right. All musicians are full of themselves.”

“Do I get to be full of you too?” she whispers.

“If you don’t kill me first. Let me up, and I’ll be right back.”

She climbs off my lap, and my dick is already anxious for her to come back.

I make a mad dash to grab a condom from the bureau in my bedroom, but when I get back to the living room, she’s gone.

For a moment, I think the universe has restored order by keeping us apart, but then I stride to the music room, my heart in my throat, my dick hard as hell.

I open the door—and feel the air whoosh out of my lungs at the sight of her.

She’s sitting at my drum kit, completely naked, her yellow dress and underwear in a pile by the door.

Her hair is a curly halo around her head, her full breasts revealed to me, her nipples pink and perfect.

She’s holding my drumsticks, turning them around in her hands.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s so hot, it immediately incinerates the memories of any woman who isn’t her.

“Are you trying to trick me into giving you a lesson?” I ask as I step into the room, locking the door behind me.

She hits the snare. “I figured I’d play with your other sticks while I was waiting.”

This woman…

“Besides,” she adds. “Maybe I wanted to get into your headspace.”

“The only thing I’m thinking about now is you,” I say, walking over to her. She swivels on the drum seat so she’s facing me, still clutching my drumsticks, sliding her hands suggestively down the length of them.

I lean down to kiss her hard, burrowing my hand into her hair. Her lips invite me in, and it feels so good to lose myself in her. So good to lay down the weight of the day and just be with her.

She pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss, then smiles at me. “You’re wearing a lot of clothes, Travis. It’s kind of rude.”

I start in on the buttons of my shirt, nearly tearing off a few of them in my hurry to get the damn thing off. When I get far enough, I tear it off over my head and then pull off my undershirt, before attacking the buckle on my jeans.

She uncrosses her legs, giving me a view of the short thatch of red curls between them before crossing them again.

Yes, she’s definitely going to be the death of me, but I’ll enjoy every minute of it.

I grab the condom out of my pocket, then push down my jeans and boxer briefs, giving her everything.

I know I don’t have anything to be ashamed of, but the look on her face is satisfying to me on a deep, primal level, maybe because it would seem unfair to want a woman this much and not have her want me in return.

“Is this better?”

“Much,” she says, releasing the sticks. They hit the floor with a thwack, and I don’t hide my wince.

“That’s no way to treat a man’s sticks,” I say as I reach down and lift her up from the seat.

“What are you going to do about it?”

Her voice is full of innuendo, and I remember what she suggested in the living room.

“Put your hands on the chair and turn around.”

She grins at me and does as I asked, lifting her perfect round ass to me. I let myself palm it, running my fingers over her soft skin, then dip a finger in to feel her again. Even wetter than before.

I run my hands over her ass again, before spanking it on one side—not hard, but not nothing.

She glances over her shoulder and lifts her ass up further. “You can do better than that.”

My dick throbs painfully, plaintively, as I caress my hand over her, dipping into her with my finger before I pull back and spank her on the other side, harder.

She hums under her breath and pushes back into my hand as I slide my fingers between her legs again, pausing to rub her most sensitive area.

Then I run my hand down the slope of her delicious back and place a palm at the base while I spank her ass again on the first side, this time dipping in deeper between her legs afterward.

“I’m going to fuck you. If you want me to stop, this is the time to tell me, Hannah.”

“God no,” she says. “If you stop, I’ll never forgive you, and I’m a woman who holds a grudge.”

I tear open the condom wrapper with my teeth, then slide it on and line myself up.

“I believe in keeping things even,” I say before I smack the other side of her ass and then thrust into her.