“Clare Bear,” Amelia chimes, climbing onto my mattress. I get the feeling she’s going to jump on the bed, and I don’t want her to ruin a perfectly good mattress.
Okay, it’s honestly the most comfortable bed I’ve ever been in. The man knows luxury. I would never have expected the guest bed to be quite so welcoming and cozy. Levi surprises me, even when I don’t want him to.
I pull Amelia down before she can fly through the air, and tickle her stomach. She squirms and giggles excitedly. “I want pancakes,” she announces.
“I think we can do that,” I say, climbing from the mattress, and she jumps down with me. Her feet make a loud thud. I swear it vibrates the house, but she lands like a champ.
Amelia scurries for the door, and Levi is already in the hallway by the time I pull open the handle. He’s standing outside the bedroom door like he was debating on entering or knocking first.
“Everything okay?” he asks. His eyes are weary, and he looks like he just jumped out of bed. He’s wearing only his boxers, and I swear he’s sporting morning wood.
I try not to stare. I’m sure it’s just—I don’t even know. I try not to glance down at the very large tent that he’s pitching.
If he notices, he’s pretending not to or at least not be bothered by it. Maybe he wants me to see it!
Well, I don’t want Amelia to witness it or ask any questions. I cover her eyes, especially since she’s at eye level, and steer her toward the stairs.
“I can’t see!” Amelia proclaims.
Kid, that’s the point.
“We’re fine. All is good. Awake and ready for pancakes,” I say. “You should get dressed.” It’s difficult as hell to meet his stare without my gaze raking over his chiseled abs.
Every inch I’ve seen of him is glorious and sexy as hell. How does he not have a new woman crawling into his bed every night?
Maybe he typically does, and Amelia has ruined his routine the last two nights.
Good.
The thought of him bringing any skirt up into his room sends goosebumps down my arms.
“I’ll help with breakfast after I get showered and dressed. There are chocolate chips—”
“In the cupboard, I remember.”
“And blueberries in the fridge,” he adds.
“Yeah, blueberries and chocolate chips don’t really go together,” I quip over my shoulder. Just like him and me. I’m the sweet blueberry, and he’s the bitter and delectable dark chocolate that you know is bad for you and you shouldn’t have for breakfast.
I uncover Amelia’s eyes as we approach the stairs and take her hand, hurrying her down to the main level while Levi showers.
I can’t help but imagine him pulling down those boxers, stepping under the spray in all his naked glory, his cock thick and hard.
No doubt he’ll be releasing himself of that morning tension he woke up with. Who will he be thinking about while he strokes his cock?
I shake the thought right out of my head.
It was one silly kiss.
He’s not going to be thinking about me, the curvy, younger nanny who gets under his skin.
That’s not the only thing I’d like to get under. I bite down on my bottom lip. Thankfully, Levi isn’t around and can’t read my mind. My thoughts are insanely wicked this morning.
“Can I have chocolate chip pancakes?” Amelia asks when we reach the kitchen.
“Of course,” I say. Her father mentioned the chocolate chips, so I don’t see why he would have done that if he didn’t want her to have them.
I search through the pantry and retrieve the chocolate chips, but there’s no premade box of pancake mix. “I guess we’re making these from scratch,” I mutter, and grab the recipe book from the shelf.