Chapter 147
Beau leans in again, but I don’t meet his lips because I am too busy rolling my eyes and laughing. He must have been in it only for jest, because he starts laughing too.
“You are ridiculous,” I say.
“Thank you,” he replies, and we both return to admiring the view.
I guess my experiment failed, but I don’t feel too badly. Beau took it well enough, I suppose, and didn’t push for more. I guess in a way I showed him that not everyone wants to kiss for sex, by demonstrating it just now.
“Have you ever been in love, Nanny?” Beau asks me.
I’m taken aback at first, but then I answer as honestly as I can. “Not yet, but I’m hopeful.”
Beau considers that. Then he asks, “What kind of man do you think you would fall in love with? I imagine you falling head over heels for some goody-two-shoes saving himself for marriage type.
“I don’t know,” I say, unwilling to tell him the truth.
Facts are, when he mention who I would fall in love with, my thoughts immediately went to all four of the brothers.
Archer, so strong and infuriating, with an attitude that makes me want to fight him until we fall into bed together.
Neil, so reliable and tough. A man who would take on silver to make sure I could stay. A control freak even in bed, and so fun to drive wild.
Even Steven had the sweetest blush, when I asked him about my bust size.
And Beau himself, so considerate under a duplicitous shell of selfishness.
All of them handsome. All of them under my same roof. All of them incredibly off-limits.
Of course, I can’t admit any of this to Beau. Gods help me if the brothers knew I even considered them for a moment as potential people to love.
So I shrug it off, and I ask him instead, “What’s your ideal woman?”
He laughs at once, like it had been punched out of him. “Every woman is my ideal woman.”
“Gods, you are insufferable,” I say.
He shrugs. “I’m not particular to any one type.”
“What about your date the other night? The one with the massive breasts?”
He stills a moment, and for the length of that quick moment, I wonder if I’ve said something wrong. But before I can think to ask him about it, his demeanor changes more into what I expected.
“Her tits were exceptional,” he says.
“See? You have a type. The big-breasted kind.”
Beau turns his gaze back onto me. There’s a spark in his eyes that is beginning to burn into a flame. “I like all kinds of breasts. Any kind I can touch is exceptional to me.”
Despite my best efforts, disappointment cuts through me. He’s touched my breasts too. I guess he keeps them on level with everyone else’s.
I try my best to keep my face schooled, not wanting to give anything away, but he must have seen it. Damn perceptible man.
“Nanny,” he says, and his voice has pitched lower. Gods help me, it’s so sexy like that.
I look away from him now, out to the other side of the water tower. I know I can’t hide my blush.
He leans in closer to me. I can feel his hot breath on the side of my neck.
“Are you jealous?” he asks, voice a sultry whisper that sends shivers up my spine.
“No,” I say too quickly to be honest. I can practically feel his answering smile.
“Didn’t I make myself clear last time? Your breasts are fucking perfect.”
We haven’t talked at all about that night. Until now, I figured it was just another night for him. But hearing him now…
I shut my eyes tightly. I don’t want to fall for his honey words. How many girls has he said this same exact thing to? How many girls dropped their panties over it?
I won’t be one of them. I’m stronger than that, damn it!
One of Beau’s hands whispers against my stomach. He inches it upright slowly, as if giving me time to pull away or stop him. I should do one or the other, or hell, both! Instead, I continue to sit there, wanting him to touch me.
His hand reaches one of my breasts, and he cups it over my shirt and bra. He gives a gentle squeeze.
I close my eyes and bite back a moan.
“Fucking perfect,” he echoes. “I could touch you all day. Keep you in bed with my hands on your breasts, feeling you, and making you squirm.”
I lean into his hand, silently asking for more. He rewards me by applying a bit more pressure.
“Maybe you forgotten last time. Maybe you need a refresher.”
I swallow hard.
“Nanny,” he says. “Look at me.”
I know I shouldn’t. I know where it will lead. But I still turn and looks straight into the burning fire of his eyes.
“Kiss me,” he says.
My desire is building up over the walls of a dam inside of me. With the tiniest push, the whole thing will break.
“A kiss doesn’t have to lead to sex,” I say, breathless. “Remember?”
“I concede that point,” Beau says. His grin is wicked. It makes me want to kiss it off his face. “Your earlier kiss was quite nice. But sometimes sex is the next natural step.”
His grip tightens on my breast and I gasp. Gods, I want him to touch me without these damn clothes in the way. I whimper a little from the back of my throat. I can’t help myself anymore.
I’m lost in my lust for this man and the skill of his clever hands.
“Kiss me, Nanny,” he says again, and I can’t resist anymore. I don’t want to.
I turn my face to his and press our mouths together. This is no innocent press of lips, or even a gentle caress of love. The moment our lips lock, his tongue sweeps into mine and he claims my mouth fully.
With his hand on my breast, he urges me down, until my back is flat on the grate beneath us. I kick my legs up from over the edge, until they are on either side of him with him comfortably in between.
He shifts so that he is directly over me. His knees hit the grate under my thighs. He slips one hand under my shirt, and then two. He sneaks both under my bra.
Meanwhile his mouth has never left mine.
The man is a demon with his tongue and hands. He laps at my own tongue while his thumbs trace circles over my nipples.
I gasp against his lips, but he gives me little time to breathe, before he delves straight back in again.
His thumbs flick my nipples hard and fast. It’s on the pleasure side of pain. I writhe on the metal grate.
I claw at his shoulders, desperate to drag him closer. But he keeps the same distance. Like this, I only manage to leave fingernail marks down his arms. They heal quickly, gone before they were ever truly there.
When he finally gives my lungs a break, I gasp in heaving breathes. He pants against my mouth. “So fucking hot.”
Then his mouth claims mine again and I am lost once more.
