by Kim Loraine
He grinds his hips against mine, his erection proving exactly what he's got packing. He's got a lot. I shiver under his touch as his fingers slide down my sides until he grips my shirt and tugs it over my head. "You're fucking perfect," he murmurs as he stares at my body.
My cheeks burn and my limbs tremble, but I reach for his shirt. "Your turn."
The look in his eyes makes me forget my fear. I affect him the same way he does me. I make him nervous. Sliding the soft cotton fabric over his head, I stare in awe at the tight muscles defined by shadowed ridges across his abdomen. I can't help but giggle.
"Do I amuse you?"
Biting my lower lip, I stare at him from under my eyelashes, embarrassed. "I never thought guys could really look like that." I run my fingers over his abs, loving the way he flexes under my touch. "I always thought it was...photoshop or something."
His answering grin tells me exactly how he feels about that. He's thick and straining behind his thin pajama pants and I want to see.
"Should I take off your pants, Mr. Donoghue?"
His eyes flash with something carnal and dark. "Not yet. I think I'll have dessert first."
"Dessert?" Then his big hands encircle my waist and he lifts me until I wrap my legs around his hips. He walks us toward the desk, and in a move straight from a steamy romance, holds me tight with one arm while clearing the desk with a sweep of the other.
"Yes. I'm thinking honey. Maybe peaches."
What the hell is he talking about? But then he lays me back across the dark wood and slides my sleep shorts from my body along with my panties. His gaze is hungry, and when he spreads my knees, I realize exactly what he plans to eat.
Chapter 9
Jameson
Hazel is shaking, and I've barely touched her. I wonder at her innocence and can't help but worry I've come on too strong. She ran once before. God she's beautiful like this, spread open, wet, ready for me. I want to taste her, make her cry out my name, and get her ready to take me.
"Are you ready for this, baby?" I ask, my words barely audible through the catch in my throat. It's been a really long damn time since I had a woman, and this one is like my wet dream come true. She tenses but nods, and I slide a finger through her arousal before sucking it clean. "Honey," I murmur. "I said it would be honey or peaches."
"Oh, wow," she whispers when I roll my thumb over her swollen clit. But the real show begins when I fit my shoulders between her legs and take that bundle of nerves into my mouth. She comes after three passes of my focused tongue, and it's a tender, explosive moment. Thighs quivering, back arching, muffled cries into her fist. It's everything.
I back away, knowing she'll need a little time to gather herself. As I watch her come down from her high, I can't help but smile. "So sensitive. You'd think no one had ever done this before."
She won't look me in the eye at that. Her cheeks blaze a bright pink, and she moves to close her legs. Shy and sweet. It turns me on like nothing else. I've never had a sweet woman. They've always been aggressive, willing to do anything, and predatory. More often than not, that's what you'll find in the Hollywood scene. The actresses feel like they have to hide their sweetness under makeup and skimpy clothes.
"No one has," Hazel whispers. I detect a note of humiliation in her words, and I get to my feet, taking her hand and pulling her up to sitting.
"What do you mean?"
"No one's done that to me."
A curious mixture of pride and disappointment in the male species wars for control. "Then you've been dating the wrong guys, baby."
"I don't just mean" —she gestures to my mouth— "that. I mean, anything."
I played an astronaut who got trapped orbiting the moon once. I had to spend a day in a zero-gravity chamber during filming. This revelation sends a sensation, not unlike that experience through me. My knees go weak as shock rushes over my body. "You're a virgin?"
She bites that damn lower lip again. "Guilty."
"That's...wow...really?" It all makes sense now. She ran because I asked her to give me something she'd never given anyone before. After knowing her less than ten fucking minutes, I propositioned her and tried to steal her virginity. I'm a douchebag.
Her eye roll is all the answer I'm going to get.
"Sorry. I'm just surprised. You're so gorgeous and fucking amazing. I can't believe no one--"
"I hadn't found anyone who made me feel...the zing."
I grin. I can't help it. "Zing?"
"You know, the zing of the strings of your heart. Like that old Judy Garland song."
"But you feel it with me?" I almost don't ask, but I have to know if I'm crazy. "Because you're definitely making my heartstrings do more than they've ever done before."
She giggles, and I'm glad my cheesy line made her relax. Then she leans forward and kisses me, soft and tender. Backing away, she smiles and whispers, "Zing."
"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, here?" I gesture around my office and wait for some sort of protest.
"This might only be temporary, but I know what I feel. I've been holding onto this part of me for the right man. That man is you."
I nod, a solemn sense of responsibility hovering over me. "I'm not sure I can take you for the first time on a desk. You deserve better."
"I want you. I don't care where."
With a sharp nod, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the couch tucked in the corner. I never sit there, but the woman I'd hired to decorate the place insisted it needed to be part of this room. Right now, I couldn't agree more. After draping a soft blanket over the cushions, I carefully lay Hazel across the sofa. She's beautifully naked and there's nothing but trust shining in her eyes.
"Now, Jameson. I want you now."
My cock is throbbing, and I want her so bad I'm pretty sure if she starts mewling like she did earlier, I'll come in my pants. "Fuck, baby."
She spreads her legs, and I fit my hips between them. "You have to take off your pants first."
Her fingers trail down my abs, sending a shiver through me. When she reaches my waistband and delves beneath the fabric, I have to fight the urge to growl. I don't want to scare her. The brush of her skin on my aching erection nearly undoes me right there. She slides her thumb through the bead of moisture at my tip, and the hungry look in her eyes has me bucking into her touch.
I shove my pants down my hips so I can watch her hand move over me. It's a beautiful sight. Her determination and focus as she inspects me, the arousal coloring her cheeks, and the soft hitch of her breaths each time she strokes me all send me careening toward the edge of orgasm. "Baby, I can't take it anymore."
Her hand stills, but she doesn't release my shaft. "You're so...hard and long."
I nod. "Thanks to you, I'm harder than I've ever been."
Lowering myself over her, I take one pert nipple into my mouth. She arches her back and moans, her movements causing my dick to slide across her wet center. I'm there, so close to sinking inside her I can feel her heat on the crown of my cock. I need to distract her if I'm going to be able to keep from hurting her this first time. Sucking her nipple hard, I run my hand down her belly until I reach between her legs. She cries out again when I begin stroking the sensitive rise of her clit. Then I press forward, my tip pushing inside her velvet soft walls.
"Oh, God," she whimpers, but she's not tense. I'm not hurting her. Not yet. I hope to God I can make this first time more about pleasure than pain.
Releasing her nipple, I brace myself over her and stare into those beautiful eyes of hers. "I'm going to take you now, baby. I'll go slow. If it hurts, tell me, and I'll stop."
"Don't you dare stop."
She kicks her hips forward, taking me deeper, and I swear I see stars. She's hot and tight and wet, and it's all for me. I fight the urge to come right here and now before I surge forward, breaking through her virgin barrier and sheathing myself fully. My eyes roll back in my head, the sensation almost too much. "Fuck, Hazel. You feel so damn good."<
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Her answer is to grab my hair and pull my face to hers as she kisses me like her life depends on it. We move together, soft moans and pants, tender touches, and the gravity of what we're doing hits me. This is so much more than a frantic screw on a desk. I've never felt this way before, and I never want it to end. For the first time in my life, I'm making love to a woman.
She calls out my name in surprise as her pleasure overtakes her and the sound is so raw, so pure, it brings my release as well. I fill her as mind-numbing pleasure courses through me. It seems ridiculous that I thought I could avoid our connection. Hazel is everything I need. I'm falling for my kid's nanny, and there's no turning back now.
Chapter 10
Hazel
Something earth-shattering and magical just happened between Jameson and me. Not just the orgasms or even the sex. Our souls joined as he looked deep into my eyes and made me his. It's a moment I'll never forget. I seem to be saying that a lot about my time with him. Every moment is one forever explicitly seared into memory.
He's still coming down from his own release, arms trembling, breaths harsh, forehead pressed to mine. "I can't let you go," he whispers.
"I don't want you to. We still have some time until Kaia gets up."
But the clomp of feet coming down the stairs proves me wrong. "Shit," Jameson says, leaping off me as though I bit him. He pulls on his pants and scrambles for his shirt, grabbing my clothes in the process and tossing them at me. "Get dressed."
Adrenaline courses through my veins at the thought of us being caught by Kaia. She doesn't need to see this, to know about the things adults do in the dark. We're supposed to shield her from this, to keep her the focus of our lives. That's why Jameson hired a nanny. Not to screw my brains out.
He throws a glance over his shoulder and his stricken expression says it all. This was a mistake. We never should've acted on our attraction. "I'll, um...I'll go first. I'll get her helping with breakfast, and you come out in a few minutes."
My chest hurts. I feel like I'm doing a walk of shame when in reality we shared something more special than I ever imagined. But then he lets go of the door handle and comes to my side, pulling me into his arms, he kisses me deeply. I'm breathless and lightheaded as he releases me.
"It's going to be nearly impossible for me to keep my hands off you. I hope you know that."
Heart fluttering, I have to clear my throat before I can speak. "But it'll be even more sweet when we're able to find time together."
He brushes his knuckles across my cheek and gives me that award-winning grin. "I hope you're not too attached to your bed, because you're going to be sleeping in mine from now on."
Then he opens the door and slips out into the hall. My heart squeezes when I hear his muffled voice as he greets Kaia followed by her giggles. He might not think he's cut out for fatherhood, but from where I stand, he's amazing.
After making sure my clothes are all in the right place, I fluff my hair and take a deep breath. It's not hard to slip out of his office and back upstairs. I can hear the two of them chatting about making waffles for breakfast. I rush to my room and dash into the adjoining bathroom to freshen up.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I can't help but smile at the memory of Jameson hovering over me. I had sex for the first time and it was better than I'd ever expected. He was everything I needed and more. But now I have to get ready to face the real world where we have to pretend nothing happened.
I shower quickly, washing away the evidence of what happened between us. A jolt of apprehension shoots through me when the fact that we gave in to our need without a single thought for birth control hits me. I'm not on the pill, he's a famous actor who could have any woman he wants, and I don't doubt he has. I stare down at my belly, wondering if I've just fallen into the absolute worst cliché situation possible. Taking a deep breath, I count back to my last period and sigh in relief. I should be safe. At least from pregnancy. I hope.
My long, wet hair drips down my back and I debate whether or not I want to waste precious minutes blowing it dry. With a few precise twists, I wrap my locks into a bun at the top of my head and secure it with a clip. I'm only here for another week and a half. I want every second I can get with Jameson and Kaia. My chest aches with a need to see Jameson's face, to lock eyes with him and find him with the same desire in his gaze. But it's more than that. I've already fallen in love with his little girl. Kaia is smart, funny, and I look forward to every day I get to spend with her.
I head down the stairs, heart fluttering with anticipation even though I just spent the morning with Jameson.
"I don't want to," Kaia says, her little voice carrying down the hall.
"Kai, she's your mom. She wants to talk to you."
"No."
I know that tone. In only three days it's become pretty easy to read Kaia's moods. This is her I'm-digging-my-heels-in-and-not-budging tone.
"Sorry, Laura. No, she's already out with the nanny." The nanny. I don't even have a name. But part of me understands that. He's not going to let… "Of course, I checked her references. What did you expect me to do? I work too. I'm supposed to be in LA in two weeks. You can't expect--" He sighs, and I can just picture him dragging his hand through his hair. "We'll talk about this later."
I lean against the wall, watching the two people who have so quickly worked their way into my heart. LA. Of course. That's why this job was only going to last two weeks. He's leaving.
Jameson hangs up the phone and shoves it across the marble counter at the breakfast bar. I breeze into the room, trying not to let my sadness show as I greet both of them.
"Did you sleep okay, Kai?" I ask, ruffling her hair as I pass her.
"Yep. No bad dreams."
I smile at her but keep my gaze away from Jameson. I'm unable to avoid crossing his path on my way to the cupboard, and he stands as I pass, his big body brushing mine and sending sparks through me. I wish he wouldn't...or maybe I wish he would. I don't know. I grab a mug and pour myself a cup of coffee while Kaia chatters on about wishing the Tooth Fairy would turn her into a fairy rather than leave her money.
I pour a liberal dose of cream in my mug and watch the coffee change from nearly black to a smooth caramel color. "Okay, kid, where are we going today?" I ask, directing my attention to Kaia.
"The cupcake machine!"
Jameson laughs. "That's in the city, kiddo. We're not going there for a few more days."
"But you'll help me find it, right, Hazel?"
I grin from ear to ear. "I wouldn't miss that for the world."
"Okay, today, the bookstore!" She practically jumps out of her chair, and my stomach lurches. I haven't told her the store closed.
"I don't know about that. I was thinking we could go to the park. There's a lake with ducks. We could feed them."
Her eyes widen, and excitement fills them. "Ducks?"
Jameson's fingers trail over my forearm, discreet and tempting as a piece of chocolate cake. "That sounds like a fantastic idea," he murmurs. "Kai, why don't you go get dressed? I need to talk to Hazel for a second."
She shoves away from the bar and hops off her stool. In the blink of an eye, she's running up the stairs. Jameson's arms are around me the moment she's gone. "We've got about three minutes until she comes back down. That's three minutes my lips should be on yours."
He spins me to face him as he pushes me against the countertop and crushes his lips to mine. All the fight leaves me at the feel of his body, the evidence of exactly how much he wants me pressed against my belly, the taste of his tongue, the rough stubble of his jaw--everything. Jameson Donoghue consumes me, and I'm powerless to stop him.
Chapter 11
Jameson
I can't get enough of Hazel. The last two nights I've spent wishing I could take her to my bed like I promised her I would. Kai has monopolized her both nights, and by the time my daughter finally nodded off, Hazel would be sound asleep with Kai's head nestled on her shoulder. I didn't have t
he heart to move either of them. It's obvious from Kai's reluctance to talk with her mom that things haven't been easy. This little girl needs Hazel.
Tonight, I'm determined to remind Hazel she's more than just my nanny. This woman is mine, and I'm going to make sure she knows it.
My two girls are both fast asleep with the soft sounds of lullaby renditions of Imagine Dragons playing. They're both beautiful. Kaia with her nearly black curls and long lashes accenting her olive skin, and Hazel with those chocolate waves and perfectly arched eyebrows. My heart swells. I may have only known Hazel for a week, but this isn't ending when I go to LA. I'll take her with me. I just have to figure out how to convince her this isn't crazy.
"Come on, baby," I whisper, scooping Hazel into my arms. "Time for bed."
She moans and snuggles up to me, her scent driving me wild. I've been desperate for her every moment, and we haven't had any time alone. Kaia is attached to her like Velcro, and while I love knowing my daughter is happy, I'm ready for some time that doesn't involve sharing.
"Mmm, Jameson. You smell so good." Her husky voice makes me hard instantly. I want to spread her across my bed and sink inside her right the fuck now.
"So do you, baby."
She holds tight to me as I carry her down the hall to my bedroom. Kicking the door open, I lay her gently across the mattress and walk back to close my door. I normally sleep with it open so I can hear Kaia, but tonight, I'm hoping Hazel will be all mine.
I strip out of my shirt and slide my jeans over my hips. My entire body is aching to touch her. Crawling across the bed, I look her over and can't help but grin at the soft smile on her lips even in sleep. I can't wake her. Not now. Instead, I pull her against me and cover us both in a blanket. As much as I want to sate my desire for her, a different part of me is satisfied having her in my arms, peacefully sleeping--still mine in a different way. My eyes go heavy as I breathe in the scent of her hair and let her warmth soothe me.