by Whitley Cox
Her jaw dropped.
She’d only ever seen his naked back. He was always leaving the shower in a towel. She’d never seen his front before. And what a front.
How many abs did the man have? Did his abs have abs? Was that normal?
Could she count them without him noticing?
And that puffy pink scar that ran up from his hip bone to just below his left nipple—how on earth did he get that? It looked like it’d been deep. Had Colton been the one to stitch him up? He’d mentioned on the ride to the police station that he’d been their team medic. She still didn’t know what team he was referring to.
“I can wait if you’re going to have a shower,” he said, his eyes struggling not to travel the length of her body. “I can’t sleep though. Adrenaline and all that. Been a while since I punched somebody unconscious.”
She nodded, her eyes focused on his scar. “I need to clean the night off. I won’t be able to sleep either.”
Uncle John in a kiddie pool eating saucy chicken wings.
She needed to thank Aaron for coming to her rescue. If he hadn’t picked up his phone, hadn’t been there, shown up when he had, she didn’t want to think of the alternative.
She rubbed her lips together. “Thank you,” she whispered, still fixated on the thick, long scar. “For rescuing Mercedes and me.” Emotion choked her, and she struggled to get the next words out. “If you and Colton hadn’t shown up … ” Slowly, she lifted her gaze to his.
Fire burned back at her in his dark blue irises. But he didn’t say anything.
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
She felt like she needed to keep talking, otherwise she’d surely do something she would regret, something he was clearly not sending her signals for, even though she wanted him to send those signals off like a bright orange flare in a dark starless sky.
She dropped her eyes to the floor and nudged a fluff on the wood with her big toe. “And thank you for helping that nurse at the hospital. I know I’m a big baby when it comes to needles … ”
“You’re not a baby,” he whispered. “You’re one of the bravest”—he swallowed—“kindest, sweetest people I’ve ever met. I don’t know what Sophie or I did to deserve you, but we can’t do this without you.”
Holy crap.
“Which is why … ” His hand adjusting the corner of his towel drew her attention back to his torso. He scratched at his facial scruff with the other. “Look, Iz, about earlier tonight … the kiss. I’m really sorry. I was unprofessional and inappropriate. It will never happen again, I swear. Please don’t quit. We can’t lose you.”
She shook her head. “Don’t.”
Please don’t apologize. It’s the only good memory I have of tonight. Don’t take that away from me.
“But I shouldn’t have taken advantage—”
“You didn’t.” She needed him to know that she was a willing participant in their kiss. Hell, she’d jumped up on his hips and demanded more from him. She’d been more than willing. She was still more than willing.
His head shook, and he blew out a breath. “But I did. You’re my nanny.”
Despite how utterly violated she felt after the night from hell, standing there in the dark hallway with Aaron, she felt nothing but safe. “But I could be more,” she whispered, lifting her head.
His eyes grew wide. His mouth parted. “Iz, I really don’t want to take advantage. I don’t want you to think I’m using you. You’ve had a rough night—”
“Aaron, I want this,” she blurted out. “I want you.”
He shook his head. “I need to hear more than that. After tonight … ” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Fuck, I need like a consent form or something.”
He was so cute when he was trying to be a gentleman. But at the moment, she didn’t want a gentleman. She didn’t need a gentleman. She wanted Aaron. Her hero, her muscly roommate and the man who was holding her heart captive.
“Please?” she whispered, wondering if that was what he wanted to hear.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, his voice hoarse and gritty.
With her heart pounding, she nodded. “It’s more than a yes. It’s an absolutely.” Then, just like earlier that night, she leapt up onto his hips, but not before they both dropped their towels. His mouth was on hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he propelled them forward into the bathroom. She reached out and flicked on the light, never pulling her lips from his. He pushed the shower door open and blindly turned on the water at the same time she slid down from his hips.
Somehow, they stepped inside, never breaking the kiss. Warm water poured down on them from the enormous rainfall showerhead, making their bodies slippery and their mouths damp.
He cupped her breast with one hand, kneading and caressing, pinching her already hardened nipple. She gasped into his mouth from the slight snap of pain when he tugged. But her gasp quickly morphed into a smile and a whimper for more.
His erection was hard against her hip, demanding attention. She wedged her hand between them and took him in her palm. He groaned the instant she wrapped her fingers around his length, thrusting up, encouraging her to stroke him.
The shower soon filled with steam, the water no longer warm, but hot—or was that simply the blood running through her veins?
His free hand wrapped around her long, dark, damp hair, which hung down her back, and he tugged, forcing her to break their kiss and tilt her head skyward. His teeth raked up her throat, nipping at the side of her jaw and down toward her ear.
Isobel’s lips parted, and water droplets fell on her tongue and in her eyes, forcing her to squeeze them shut again. His mouth continued on its journey, down her neck, her shoulders, her chest, until he found a nipple and latched on, sucking hard and scissoring his teeth back and forth.
She arched her chest up, pushing her breast against the rough scruff of his face, eager for the wet heat of his mouth and the teasing torture of his teeth.
She continued to pump him root to crown in her hand, reveling in how soft his skin was, yet how hard—and he still appeared to be growing. She ached to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth. Taste him, feel his hand on her head, see the passion and fire in his eyes as she gazed up at him and took him all the way to the back of her throat.
His hand released her breast, and he brought it down her torso, dipping two fingers between her plump folds. She knew she was wet—and not just from the water.
When he found her heat, he groaned against her breast, causing a shiver to sprint through her and settle deep in her belly.
He rubbed her clit, gentle circles with just the pads of his rough, calloused fingers. But it made her knees buckle and her nipples grow even harder. On instinct, she thrust her hips against his fingers, desperate for more.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmured, kissing his way across her chest to her other breast and latching on to the other nipple. “So fucking sweet.”
Isobel began to grow frustrated. As much as she was loving the foreplay, loving his mouth on her breasts, his fingers between her legs, they weren’t moving fast enough. The water would be cold by the time either of them came, and they still had to wash up too.
Aaron certainly knew his way around a woman’s body. She’d been close several times, but just when she thought he was going to help her leap off the cliff, he’d pull back. The man was a master at edging, pushing her nearly to the brink only to scale back and leave her damn near insane from the buildup of it all.
In frustration, she pulled her breast from his mouth and stepped away, causing his fingers to slip off her clit. He blinked at her in confusion; water droplets clung to his eyelashes and ruddy scruff like tiny crystal beads. His intense dark blue eyes were full of pupil, and his nostrils flared like those of a wild animal who’d just caught the scent of his mate.
Licking her lips, she sank to her knees, pushing him back against the wall in the process. She gripped his length again and angled him into her mouth, taking him to
the back of her throat almost immediately.
“Jesus fuck,” he ground out, his hand slamming against the shower wall. The other fell to the top of her head. His hips bucked just slightly, but she liked it. Liked that he was helping to set a pace that worked for him. It worked for her too.
With her free hand, she cupped his soft, hairless ball sac and tugged, just until she heard him grunt, inhale and then moan out an exhale.
Using her hand to pump, she dipped her head and took a ball into her mouth, sucking and licking, rolling the delicate piece around in her mouth. She released him with a soft pop, then gave the same attention to the other one.
He gathered her hair in his fist again and held on tight, working himself in her palm.
“Mouth again.” He grunted. “Deep.”
Smiling, she took his cock back in her mouth, taking him deep just like he’d ordered.
“Fucking God,” he gritted, tugging harder on her hair, pushing himself farther down her throat. “So fucking good, babe.” He tapped her head. “Gonna come soon.”
She started to hum, stroking him faster, twisting her wrist as she brought her hand up.
“Fucking humming.” He groaned. “Fuck, babe. Gonna come.” He tapped her head again. “Can’t hold it.”
She tightened her grip around his cock, pushed him to the back of her throat, tugged down gently on his ball sac, and he let go.
Warm, salty semen shot down her throat in thick spurts. She swallowed it down as quick as she could, making sure to contract her throat muscles around the head of his cock to heighten his pleasure. His knees wobbled, and his thighs began to shake.
She dared to take a peek up at him. She always loved watching a man come when she had him in her mouth. It was so raw, so primal, so male.
And Aaron was no different. His head was back against the shower wall, his mouth opened just slightly, his eyes shut, and every muscle in his body and face was clenched tight. Every abdominal muscle stuck out. His biceps bulged. His pecs twitched.
He was the most masculine thing she’d ever seen in her life. He was absolutely gorgeous.
When the final spurt of cum fell across her tongue, Aaron released a long, slow breath. His damp lashes fluttered, so Isobel quickly closed her own eyes before pulling him free.
Hands came up beneath her arms, and she found herself on her feet. His mouth was on her once again as well, stealing her breath and capturing her heart.
“Fucking amazing.” He pushed his fingers back between her folds and flicked her clit. “Best head I’ve ever had.”
She grinned against his mouth.
A compliment like that shouldn’t make her feel as good as it did. Hell, he could probably say “Good girl” and she’d purr like a fluffy kitten, rub up against his shin and ask for another.
Yet his praise meant the world to her. His affection, his attention, his desire for her meant the world.
“Wanna fuck you, baby,” he murmured against her mouth. “Condoms are in the bedroom though.”
Right. Condoms.
“Gonna wash you first. Take care of you.” Pulling his mouth from hers, he gruffly spun her around, her back to his chest. The sound of bodywash being squeezed out echoed around the small space. Seconds later, he began to run her bath pouf over her skin. Her arms, her back, her butt. He made sure to spend extra time between her legs, flicking her clit from time to time with his fingers just to keep her on her toes and make her knees turn to jelly.
Down her thighs, her calves and finally her feet. It felt incredible. His hands, the attention, it was exactly what she needed.
“Hair now.”
A man of very few words, he sure knew how to take care of a woman, make her feel like the most important person on the planet.
His fingers on her scalp were magic. If given the chance, she could probably orgasm from that alone, the way each scrunch, each scratch, each tickle at the nape of her neck sent tingles spiraling through her. Warmth pooled deep down in her belly, and her pussy pulsed.
“Head back.”
She did as she was told, and he ran his fingers through her tresses to help rinse away the suds, combing through until she was clean.
“Love your hair, babe,” he grunted, biting her shoulder. “So long.”
She turned around again and looped her arms over his shoulders. “Long enough to wrap around your hand when I’m … ” She lifted an eyebrow.
His eyelids dropped to half-mast. “Yes.” He reached behind her and fisted her hair into a ponytail once more, tugging her head back so she was forced to look up. His teeth found her neck again and scraped along the front of her throat.
She blinked a few times, the spray from the shower blurring her vision. “Take me to bed, Aaron. Make me forget tonight.”
The look he gave her pushed her just one step closer to orgasm. Keeping his eyes on her, his nostrils flaring, he reached over and turned off the shower.
She couldn’t stop the smile that erupted on her face as he opened the shower door, wrapped her back up in her towel, scooped her up and carried her down the hall to his bedroom.
The only thing that would have made it better was if he’d kicked open the door and tossed her onto the bed.
Oh well. Maybe next time.
16
He knew it was wrong.
A big fucking mistake, that’s what it was.
But how could something that felt so good, so right, be wrong? How could something as amazing as sinking between Isobel’s luscious thighs, getting buried in her heat, be a mistake?
Because she’s your nanny.
His cock pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own. It certainly had its own brain, as it wasn’t paying attention to any of the logic Aaron was spewing.
Her nails dug into his back, banishing any negative thoughts and bringing him back to the moment. She was beneath him, he was inside her, and that was all that fucking mattered. All that fucking mattered was Isobel and the way she responded to his touch, the way she mewled and whimpered and arched her back when he took a sweet, cherry-red nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. The way she wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her hips up to meet his. The way she sank her teeth into his shoulder when he pinched her clit.
That’s all that fucking mattered.
That and the fact that he hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Too long.
And it wasn’t just the fact that it was the touch of a woman he’d been so long without; it was that it was Isobel. Not just any woman would have cut it, would have been the balm to soothe the pain in his heart. But Isobel had the touch. She held the magic.
And it was a magic he didn’t ever want to let go of.
“Aaron,” she breathed, digging her nails harder into his back. “Fuck.”
He pumped harder into her, feeling her walls quiver around his cock as she climbed the mountain. He could tell she was close. He’d gone down on her when they’d first come to his bedroom, and she’d come twice on his tongue. He’d never tasted anything so goddamn sweet in his life.
She was an easy little nut to crack too, which was a bonus. Responsive and eager.
And the way she gave head—holy fuck!
He’d had a fair few women on their knees in front of him in his thirty-eight years, but none of them could hold a candle to Isobel. His Isobel.
Eager to please and so fucking generous. He could still remember the feeling of her throat swallowing as he blew his load across her talented little tongue. She’d taken him so fucking deep. So, so fucking deep.
“Harder,” she panted, tracing her tongue around the shell of his ear. “Please.”
Her plea tore at his heartstrings. She was still hurting, still reeling from the night. Who the fuck could blame her? Aaron was still reeling too, but in a different way. He was filled with rage. She was filled with fear.
She lifted her fingers from his back and placed them on either side of his face. “Kiss me. I want to be kissing you when I come. Connected in every w
ay.”
Connected in every way.
She tugged on his ears, bringing his lips down to hers. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and she began to suck it, mimicking the way she had sucked his cock earlier, the way he’d hoped she’d sucked cock when they’d kissed earlier in the garage.
Oh boy, she did not disappoint.
She squeezed her muscles around him, drawing him deeper inside her perfect body, her wet heat surrounding him just the way her mouth had in the shower.
He swiveled his hips, slammed down into her, and she came.
She came so fucking hard.
Her body stiffened beneath him, her muscles clenched up tight, and her whimpers poured into his mouth as she rippled around him. She increased her grip on his ears, pulling his face harder against hers. A pain throbbed in his skull from the tension, but he welcomed it. The same as when she tugged on his hair or clawed up his back.
She was a woman who knew what she wanted, who took as much as she gave, demanded as much as she acquiesced, and he loved that. Loved that she wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted from him. No head games, no drama. Just Isobel. Perfect, sweet, smart, sexy, kind Isobel.
She released his ears and pulled her mouth away from his, turning her head, allowing him to dip his face to her shoulder, into her damp, sweet smelling hair.
“Bite my shoulder when you come,” she whispered. “Mark me.”
Aaron groaned.
Mark me.
“Mark me as yours.”
Fuck yes.
Reaching behind him, he grabbed her leg behind her thigh and pushed her knee into her belly so he could hit her deeper.
She moaned when his belly slapped her clit, her head thrashing side to side on the bed, hair flying everywhere.
Could she come again?
He’d love to try to get her there.
Her hands came up and she cupped her breasts, pulling on her nipples and biting her lip as she brought herself more pleasure.
Aaron had never seen anything more fucking beautiful.
“So fucking sexy.” He growled, his head falling back to her shoulder as his balls tightened up and his cadence began to wane. He was close.