Nanny

13

Kate

I barely had any time to register what was happening before Braxton crossed the room to the bed. He cupped my cheek and kissed me, a testing kiss, like the one in the hallway but also entirely different. This time he wasn't caught off-guard. This time he threw all of himself into it.

I melted underneath his lips as he kissed me backward into the mattress. He tore away the comforter like it angered him, and then there was nothing separating our bodies as he covered mine with his. His kiss was strong and warm and powerful, fueled by all the smiles and stolen glances we had shared today. All the sexual tension had finally boiled over, and the two of us were unleashing our barest desires.

We needed each other. We craved each other. Neither of us would sleep until we were satisfied.

Braxton kissed me passionately while lowering himself between my legs. I could feel the bulge in his sweatpants, giving off heat like a furnace against my thigh. I cradled his face in my hands and kissed him harder as he ground into me, beginning to move his hips back and forth with lust. I arched my back, pushing my breasts into his chest because I wanted every inch of my body to connect with his.

His hand slid down my thigh and cupped my ass, pulling me against him with desire. I loathed the clothes between us and wanted to rip them off, but I didn't want to remove my lips from his just yet. I never wanted to stop kissing him, because when our lips connected everything in the world was perfect.

His fingers danced around my hip, then underneath the elastic waistband of my pajama pants and then panties. I shivered and sighed into his kiss as his fingers tenderly surrounded my wet heat, a V-shape with his index and middle finger that slid along my outer lips without actually touching me. I pushed my hips up against him, eager to feel his fingers on my sex, and my desire must have been obvious because I felt him smile against my lips.

"Oh, you tease me," I breathed.

Braxton's smile deepened. "I'm not sure what you mean."

I squirmed underneath him while his fingers remained just outside of where I wanted them.

"I need you," I whispered.

Braxton's tongue slid into mine perfectly, still tasting faintly of the mint from his toothpaste. He tore himself from my lips and tugged my shirt over my head with one hand so that I was bare to him, exposed to his hungry gaze, all the while gliding his hand along the outside of my soaked lips. And then, just when I thought I was going to die of suspense, his fingers moved inward and finally touched me. I moaned the moment he made contact, and the moan deepened in my throat as he rubbing my wet slit up and down.

Braxton bent to kiss my neck, devouring my skin with nuzzling kisses, and I arched my back and leaned into him to urge him onward. He kissed along the side of my neck, then down to my shoulder, then across my collarbone to the other side. All the while his fingers began rubbing me faster and faster, digging deeper with every second. His aftershave scent, musky and spiced, overwhelmed all other senses. There was no penthouse, no room, no bed. The only thing in the world was Braxton Nash's chiseled body on top of mine.

He kissed me on the lips again, rougher this time, then pulled back. He tore away my pajamas and panties, yanking them off my feet and tossing them out of sight.

For a moment, he only stared at me. Drinking in the sight of me from my head to my toes, then back up again. Despite how young and fit he looked, there was maturity in his dark eyes. He was a man who knew what he wanted.

And right now? All he wanted was me.

He grabbed my left leg and kissed my knee softly. I sighed underneath his renewed touch as he kissed lower, flattening himself out on the bed while his lips kissed my inner thigh, whispering on my bare skin farther and farther down until he was licking the spot where my thigh ended, just on the outside of my lips...