7. Noah

Big blue eyes stare up at me, and as I press my weight into her soft body, my every teenage fantasy coming to life, she wets her lips. Fuck. Nothing about this is right. She's my nanny, for Christ's sake. Or rather, Camryn's nanny, and getting involved in any kind of capacity is wrong.

Too bad my dick didn't get that memo.

"Brighton," I murmur, my gaze going to her damp lips as my cock thickens to the point of pain.

End this, Noah.

"Do you like this position?"

She stares up at me, her blue eyes clouding over, and for a second I think she's going to push me off, which, of course, would be for the best. When she hesitates, I put my arms on either side of her head, about to make the right decision for us both, but stop when she speaks.

"I like both positions," she answers, and as soon as I hear those words, I hand over all decision-making skills to my very happy cock. Heat moves into her cheeks, painting them the prettiest shade of pink I've ever seen.

"Me too," I say, and as my cock urges me to take this to my bedroom, I press my lips to hers. That first sweet taste of her mouth sends fireworks through my veins, and I moan when she snakes her tongue out, tentatively tangling it with mine. No way will I settle for tentative. I groan into her mouth, and angle my head, tangling my tongue with hers as I seek a deeper, more thorough taste of her.

But it's not just her mouth I want to taste tonight. Fuck no. I want my tongue on her body, everywhere. With that last thought in mind, I break the kiss and go up on my palms. Her eyes are half closed, her lips still parted.

"Bedroom," I whisper, and she nods eagerly.

Loving her enthusiasm, I go back on my heels and pull her up until she's seated. I climb to my feet and lift her with me, an easy task, considering how tiny she is. Yes, I noticed how her bathing suit was big on her today, and how at one point I nearly got a sneak peek of her nipple. It's possible I was hoping for a glimpse. Honestly, could I have been more juvenile?

I put my arms around her body, cup her ass and a surprised gasp escapes her lips as I lift her onto my hips. Her legs curl around me and hug my ass as I hurry to my bedroom and kick the door shut behind us. It's dusk outside; the pink and orange hues streaking the sky seep through my open curtains and pour dim light in my room, but I want to see all of her. I flick the light on and gaze at the woman balanced on my hips. Fuck, I never thought my first night in my new place would go down quite like this. Speaking of going down.

I carry her to my bed and lower her. She slides down my body, massaging my cock as her feet seek the floor, and I groan in total agony. "Are you okay, Noah?"

"Fuck no, are you?"

"No," she answers. "But I want to be not okay together."

"Yeah, not okay together," I agree, liking the sound of that. I cup her face, and kiss her again, loving the way she softens beneath my body. I'm working not to rush, but Jesus, how long have I been fantasizing about this, I slowly sink to my knees. When my knees hit the floor, I can't help but think I've done something good in a past life, because we're both the perfect height for my mouth to align with her beautiful, lush breasts.

I press my mouth to her cotton shirt, searching for her nipple. "I'm dirty," she murmurs.

Fuck. I lift my head. "Are you trying to make me lose it before we even start?"

She gives a nervous chuckle full of desire. "No, I meant my shirt, it's wet. Dinner. Sauce. Dirty."

I love how I've reduced her to one-word sentences, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a struggle to put a coherent sentence together myself. "It just so happens I like you wet and dirty, Brighton."

"Oh God." She rakes her hands through my hair, holding my mouth to her body as I seek her nipple. It hardens beneath my caress, and as I kiss her, my cock dying for attention, my entire being needs her naked.

I glance back up at her and find her watching me with heated interest. My fingers dip under her shirt and I lift the material, running my knuckles along her sides. She quivers beneath my touch, a small breathy sound escaping her damp, parted lips. I lift her shirt higher and moan at the sight of her white lace bra. I lean in, and kiss her nipple through the material, and she arches her back, like she's trying to force her soft pink bud into my hungry mouth. No force necessary. I plan to devour every inch of her, but I do love her needy desperation.

"So pretty," I murmur, and when I reach her neck, her hands fall over mine. The heat of her skin burns through me, but she holds my hands still. My gaze lifts to hers. Is she having second thoughts? Her fingers stroke my hands, a careful exploration. Has she been wanting to touch me as much as I've been wanting to touch her? She takes the hem of her shirt from me, and I sit back on my heels to admire her body as she lifts the shirt over her head, letting me know in no uncertain terms she's totally into this.

Fuck yeah.

I snake one hand behind her back and unhook her bra. She quivers as the air brushes over her skin, and after she shrugs out of her bra, I lean in and press my mouth to the silky soft skin along her collar bone and kiss her.

"Noah. Yes."

She moves against my body and before I do any damage, I reach down and release the button on my shorts. I press wet kisses to her throat and begin a slow, downward descent, even though it takes every ounce of restraint I have to pace myself. Partly because it's been a long-ass time since I've been with someone, and partly because this is Brighton White.

I reach the swell of her breast, and I reach up and cup both breasts, squeezing them together, purely for my pleasure. Although from her moans, it sounds a hell of a lot like she's enjoying it too. With my mouth salivating for a taste, I draw one pretty, puckered nub into my mouth and groan in pure fucking bliss as I wrap my lips around it.

Her body moves, her sweet sex quivering, seeking…something. "No worries," I tell her. "I'm going to give you everything you need, Sunshine."

Her whine of pleasure curls around me, and I focus on her other nipple, sliding my tongue all over her bud and nibbling on her until she's hard and slippery. Damn, I like slippery. Juvenile, yeah, I know, and I like it. I put my hand on her shorts, and my fingers connect with dampness, probably from the pizza sauce.

Slippery and wet.

I chuckle and her body quivers as it vibrates through her.

"Something funny?" Her voice is a low, strained whisper.

"No, Sunshine. Just thinking I need to see if the rest of you is as wet."

I go back on my knees again and admire the lush swell of her breasts before I turn my focus to the button on her shorts. She squirms a bit and I grip her hips to hold her still and her little sound of excitement bubbles around me. She likes that. She likes it when I hold her still. Why do I get the sense that's not something any other man has ever discovered? Not that I want to think about her with other men, or the douche who left her because she was broke. His loss. My gain, and I plan to take full advantage of that.

"Stay still," I warn in a soft voice, and once again a little gasp sounds in her throat. I move my hands to her shorts, keeping my gaze glued to hers to gauge her reaction as I pop the button, and tug her zipper down.

"Noah," she whimpers, and while I can tell it's a struggle for her not to move, it's also a thrill. Nice.

I dip my hands into the band of her shorts to spread them open, and instead of taking them off, I lean in, and press my mouth to the spread V of the zipper, and breathe in her aromatic, aroused scent. It sets off a firestorm of need inside me, and my cock jumps again.

I lick her panties and tug on the silky band, lowering it until I expose her soft damp curls. Jesus, I love it when a woman has curls, and hers are just as light as her hair. Bright white. I angle my body, tug her shorts down just a tiny bit more, and put my tongue on her, dipping deeper, until I find her sweet, wet clit.

"Noah," she cries, and hearing my name on her tongue is like a symphony playing in the background. Never in my life did I think I'd have a half-naked Brighton writhing for my touch and begging for more.

"Yeah, Sunshine?" I ask.

"It's good. It's so good," she murmurs, her hands tugging at my hair.

"Yeah, it's good," I agree with her as the deliciousness of her flavor plays havoc with my raging cock. "I want more." She whimpers as I tug her panties to her ankles and she lifts one leg at a time, giving me full access to her entire body. Dammit, I love that.

As she stands before me naked, I pull myself up to my full height, and her chin tips up to see me. The heat in her eyes just about does me in. I lightly touch her sex, dip into her dampness, and groan when I find her dripping wet. I brush my finger from back to front, lightly circling her clit, before I bring my finger to my mouth for a taste. Through half-lidded eyes, she watches in heated anticipation. Christ, I can feel her desire, her need. It's almost palpable. That gives me pause and makes me think it's been a long time for her, too. She hasn't been broken up that long, right? Has no one been taking care of her needs? No. No one has. She's been carrying a lot on her shoulders for a long time now, which is why I invested in this resort. But I also want to be the guy who takes care of her in the bedroom. Something tells me there's never been a man in her life yet that was really there for her and I want to be the guy she can count on.

And why is that, Noah?

Oh, maybe because I want more.

I bend, and lightly press my lips to hers as I take both of her hands and put them behind her back. She gasps a little as I grip them in one hand and run the other from her throat, between her cleavage, straight to her heated pussy.

"Something you like?" I ask as I slide a finger into her hot core. Her muscles squeeze around me as I subdue her hands, and my dick jumps in response. Her breathing is deep, heavy and her mouth opens and closes like she wants to tell me something but can't. That's okay. I already know.

I move my finger in and out of her body and her hips move in matching rhythm, taking everything I'm giving her. She grows wetter, her muscles fluttering and it's shocking how close she is to climax. I'm not ready to bring her there yet. No, I want her to explode in my mouth so I can taste her sweetness.

She whimpers as I slide my finger out, and I step back. She frowns, and I suspect a protest is on her tongue until I peel my shirt over my head and toss it away. Her eyes follow my fingers, tracking my every move, with heat, desire…curiosity. Does she need to see me naked?

My wet fingers go to my shorts. I unzip them, push them to my feet, and kick them off. I stand before her naked, and her gaze is a visual caress on my body. Fuck. It's all I can do not to take my dick into my hand and tug. I pull in a breath as my cock jumps under her careful inspection.

Gorgeous body quivering, she holds a shaky hand out to me, and I step into her. I kiss her soft lips again, my hands on her hips holding her still, partly because she likes to be restrained and partly because I'm so fucking close to losing it.

"I need you on the bed, legs spread," I inform her and she gasps. I back her up until her knees hit the mattress and I give her a little nudge between her breasts until she tumbles onto my soft bed.

I stand over her, my eyes telegraphing my commands and she shifts her position until she's centered in the bed.

"Legs," I command, and she whimpers as she opens. Everything in the way she wants to hand herself over to me, for me to take control, tells me how desperate she is to hand her pleasure over to someone else, to give someone else control for once in her life, and the fact that it's me, fills me with heated need.

She slowly inches her legs open and the second I glimpse her damp pinkness, I wet my lips, eager for a deeper taste of her.

"Noah," she whimpers, and my gaze travels back to her face as a hard quake goes through me. I swallow down my eagerness and square my shoulders, striving—really fucking hard—to pretend I have any kind of control.

"Hands above your head." I gesture with a nod. "Grip the headboard slats. I want you wide open for me." Holy fuck, I don't think I've ever seen a woman tremble quite the way Brighton is trembling and it's fucking incredible.

"Noah," she whimpers, and wiggles on the bed.

"You need something, Brighton?"

"You," she cries out. "I need you."

For the briefest of seconds, her words stop me cold. How long have I wanted to hear those words on her lips. But that gives me pause. Is this really happening? Should it be happening?

Yes, it is and no, it shouldn't.

What are you going to do about that, Noah?

"You got me, Sunshine, and I'm going to fucking devour you."