Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(29)

Oh, hell yes.

This is wrong on so many levels, but she came onto me. I'm pretty much helpless to resist.

Brooke's nails dig into my skin and I feel the sharp bite of pain morph into pleasure, channeling a line straight down into my cock. I got diamond in my jeans, baby. Holy Christ.

I push my body harder into Brooke's and she groans, opening up to me, letting me slip a leg between her thighs. Without any prompting, I feel her grind her body against the leg of my jeans, pressing hard as she rocks her hips in a frantic rhythm.

In the back of my mind, I wonder where the hell this came from, but I don't really give two craps. I haven't had sex in a week, haven't even gotten the chance to touch myself. My balls are tight and they hurt, and fuck, this girl is smokin' hot.

“Bedroom?” I mouth against her lips. There's no way I'm taking some chick's virginity up against a wall like this. No way. That's too messed up. If I'm going to run with this, I'm going to do a good job at it.

“Mmm,” Brooke moans, gasping as I pull my leg away and cup her heat with my hand, feeling a dampness in the crotch of her shorts that has nothing to do with the shower she just took.

“You absolutely positive you want to do this?” I ask and she nods, letting me cup the side of her face with my hand. “This isn't just a moment of panic that you'll regret in the morning?”

“I think if I don't do this, I'll regret it in the morning.” Brooke takes a deep breath and sweeps long hair back over her shoulders. “Listen, I was with this one guy for three years. He said that … well, he wanted us to save our virginities for our wedding night.”

I cock a brow at that one. Huh. I saved my virginity for my best friend's older sister, waited until I was fifteen years old. Pretty proud of myself for that one.

“Anyway, my point is, I've been holding off on this for all the right reasons.” A pause as she looks down the hallway and then back at my face. If she's thinking what I'm thinking, then she knows we have just about an hour before we have to start picking up kiddies.

A tight timeline to ease someone out of their virginity, but I'll manage.

“So why not do this for the wrong ones? Please. I know you don't know me, but that doesn't even really matter, does it?” Brooke makes eye contact with me and holds my gaze. I can see her, but it's like everything is hazy, like there's a film over my vision that's obscured by lust. I want her so bad, I can barely breathe. “Please.”

Come on. Those big brown Bambi eyes, those hot swollen lips (both sets), the way her chest is rising and falling with a strained need.

I just can't say no to any of that.

“Come on.” I reach down and take Brooke's wrist, pulling her into the bedroom and popping the baby monitor out of my pocket, setting it on a dresser so I'll be able to hear if Sadie wakes up. God, I hope not.

I kick off my shoes and peel my socks away, tossing them aside while Brooke watches and crosses her arms over her belly. When I stand back up, I drag her onto the bed next to me and lay so that we're facing each other.

One of my hands reaches out and takes her gently by the back of the neck, encouraging her to move in closer, press our bodies together. When our mouths meet this time, it's like there's an uptick in the fervor, a frantic swelling of need. I tell myself that's because I've been tromping through the Sahara Desert of sex here, but who the hell knows.

My hand drops to Brooke's hip, fingers dipping under her shorts to find that natural handle that all chicks have, that curve of the pelvis bone that feels like it was made to be grabbed. Brooke groans when I squeeze her there, tugging her even closer. I let her drape a leg over mine, putting my thigh up against the hot heat of her pussy again. This time, I encourage her to move against me, guiding her with my hand, pushing my leg up tight so she has enough resistance to get off.

Her chest pushes into mine, nipples taut and perky, scraping me through the fabric of my shirt. Time for that shit to go. Buh-bye. I break our mouths apart for a split second to strip down my upper half. Brooke follows suit without any prompting, exposing the full ripeness of her breasts to me.

I can't help it; I am a boob connoisseur, baby.

My hands cup each one of the full mounds, thumbs teasing the pink nipples into a red rosy blush, tightening them up to fine points as she moans and lets her head fall back. I don't think I've ever been with a girl whose hair is this long. It's exciting, the way it drapes down her back, curls against the pillows in a chocolate swirl.

My lips quirk into a smile as I slide a hand around to Brooke's back and pull her close, dropping my mouth to her breasts and tasting the sweet warmth of her skin. She smells like soap and fruit, and her body is unbelievably soft. God, yes. I seriously don't understand why all women aren't gay. Why would anyone in their right mind want to be with a guy? I mean, eww. Chicks are so much hotter.