“I can imagine.” I say, and finish the last of my beer. An unspoken tension passes between us. For once, I don’t know what to say. I grab my glass and stand. “I guess it’s time for bed.” Deep in my soul I want Trent to beg me to stay, so I go slow, taking my time on the way to the kitchen. But even when I reach the bottom of the stairs, Trent remains seated, his eyes turned away from me.
Once I’m up in my room, I press my back against the door and let out a long sigh. What the hell was I thinking? A man like Trent Ryan doesn’t fall for his nanny.
6
Trent
What the hellam I doing? I had her right here, but it didn’t feel right. Though the moment has passed, angst rages through me. I drop my beer bottle in the recycling and head to my office, but I can’t work. I can’t think straight. My body burns to be with Emmi, and dammit I’m tired of suppressing it.
I square my shoulders and head up the stairs, not knowing exactly what to say to the hazel-eyed beauty, but something has to be done. The only nerves I feel have to do with how this could affect Tash. If things get weird, what will we do?
Don’t think about that now. Go and get your woman.
I grind my teeth, making my way to Emmi’s room. The light beams beneath her closed door. My heart races in my chest as I raise my hand and rap my knuckles against the wood. The bedsprings squeak and Emmi appears in nothing but her blue terry cloth robe. Without the dark makeup, she looks sweet and innocent. Not the strong willed, sexy woman who showed up on my door and won over my daughter in the blink of an eye.
“Trent.” She whispers my name in her low, husky voice. “Is everything okay?”
“No,” I say. “Everything’s not okay.”
Emmi opens the door, her eyes widening as I close it behind me. “Since you got here, I’ve been a fucking mess.” I take a step toward her. Her long, dark blonde hair falls over her shoulder. She looks like an angel standing before me. Her cleavage plays peek-a-boo at the top of her robe. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Emmi, but you’re all I can think about.”
“I am?” Her weak voice cracks.
“Mm-hmm,” I growl. “Everything about you. Your free-spirit, your kind heartedness, the way you are with Tash.” I swallow back a moan. “The way you make me feel.”
“How?” She licks her lips. “How do I make you feel?”
“Like I’ll lose my fucking mind if I don’t touch you.” My hands move to her waist. Emmi gasps, her nipples stiffening under her robe. “What’s stopping you?” I jerk against my zipper, harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
“I can’t get hurt again.” I shake my head, revising my statement. “Tasha can’t get hurt again.” I fumble with the belt on her robe. Once untied, I pull the fabric down off of one of her soft shoulders. “But I can’t fucking resist you, Emmi. You’re like a drug.” I press my lips against her collarbone. “And I want more.”
Emmi fists the back of my head as I taste the soft skin above her breasts. I plant a trail of kisses up her neck until our mouths meet. “I won’t hurt you.” She moans into my mouth. “I’ve been trying to tell myself there’s nothing between us, but that’s a lie. It’s a fucking lie.”
I latch onto her hungry mouth, parting her sugar sweet lips with my tongue. Her robe falls to the floor, leaving her standing there in only her panties. A groan escapes my mouth as I palm her breasts. “Your body feels so good, Emmi. I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment you walked in here.”
Her fingers reach for my zipper. I move her fingers so I have easier access to her body, then I pull her black, silky panties down over her full hips. She steps out of them, standing naked before me. She tosses her hair over one shoulder, showing off her full, sexy breasts.
“Dear God, Emmi. You are the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen.” I rub myself over my jeans. This time I let her undo them. I step out of them, and pull my boxer briefs down. My length springs to life, bobbing against my stomach, already sticky with pre-cum.
She wraps her hand around my girth and strokes me, playing with the tip. It’s been so long since anyone’s touched me but myself, I think I may explode on the spot, but I narrow my focus. There’s no way I’d blow this early when I’ve got Emmi standing naked in front of me.
I gently push her backward toward the bed. Her ass hits the mattress. “Spread your legs for me.” My voice catches in my throat. All of my fantasizing about this goddess nanny and it’s really happening. Emmi’s diamond peaks stand straight up as she leans back on her elbows and parts her knees. “More.” I say, stroking myself.
Emmi does as she’s told, exposing her pretty pink center. I drop to my knees, trailing my tongue along her inner thigh until I finally reach her steaming mound. “You’re mine, Emmi Sweet.” I lick her slit. “All of you.” I press one finger inside of her, sawing in and out as I suck her tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth. Emmi’s breath grows ragged as I suck every ounce of her dripping wet juices. “You taste so fucking good.” I twist my finger and tap upward. Emmi groans. Her fingers grip the duvet cover. “Come for me.” I say, tapping away at her forbidden spot.
“Fuck.” Emmi groans as her hips thrust into the air. “I am, Trent. I’m coming.”
I kiss her inner thighs as the feeling passes. Her heavy breathing fills the air as I climb on top of her. Emmi wraps her hand around my neck and pulls me closer to her, devouring my mouth, tasting every inch of herself on my tongue. I palm her breast, rolling her rock hard diamond peaks between my fingers. “This is so fun.” She giggles into my mouth. “But kind of wrong.”
I pull my head up and meet her deep hazel eyes. “What? What’s wrong about it?”
Her hair spills around her head like a halo. “You’re my boss.”
I take one of her puffy peaks into my mouth. “Would you like me to stop?” My other hand trails down her soft stomach, and she shudders under my touch. I kiss her between her breasts, pulling her legs up as my lips work their way down her stomach. I peer up at her, lips curled, eyes closed. “Icanstop if you want.”
Her hooded eyes meet mine and she sits up. Before I know it, she’s got my rock hard length in her hand. “No, Trent. I don’t want you to stop.” She pulls me down on top of her as she speaks. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command.”