Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(56)

“I had no idea,” he whispers against my ear before biting down gently. “It's just what I wanted.”

I let out a little scream of surprise as he flips us over and drops his mouth to my belly, kissing his way across the top of the garter belt and then snagging the clasp with his teeth. A little tug and it comes undone. The sight of him down there, with his mouth all over that pink lace, piercings winking at me in the near perfect darkness of the room, makes my lower stomach clench tight with anticipation. I want him to stretch me open, fill me up from behind, keep that gentle pressure on my hair.

It'll so suck when he goes back to Vegas.

I banish that thought from my mind by concentrating on Zayden's mouth yanking the second clasp open. He then slides his hands underneath me and undoes the back two clasps with an expert level of skill.

“No school tomorrow,” he says as he grabs hold of my panties and starts to yank them down my hips, revealing the clean, smooth expanse of my belly and my *, a gentle curve that leads to the delicate folds below. Zayden keeps his eyes on me as he untangles the panties from my legs and tosses them to the floor. “No work. I hope you're ready for a wild night on the town.”

“I don't think it's possible to have a wild night on the town in Eureka.”

Zayden's grin gets a little wider as he tosses my underwear aside.

“Really? Then you've never been out with me.” Zay lifts up a finger and twirls it in an easy circle. “Turn over and put your ass in the air. I'll give you a little extra love after, but I can't wait. I've come three times waiting for you to come home.”

I gulp in a deep breath and feel my pulse thundering. I want to protest that I'm not ready, that I need more foreplay, but … I don't care. I can't wait either. I need this.

I sit up and turn over, getting onto my hands and knees and gasping as Zay leans over and tucks two pillows under my hips.

“Trust me: you'll be grateful for those later.” He sits up, the heat of his body moving away as I pant and try not to feel exposed. But how can I not in this position? I'm so … open. I take a few, calming breaths as Zay rustles around for a moment before positioning himself between my knees and putting his hands on my hips. He grips tight and draws a desperate sound from my throat.

“Relax, Brooke. It won't hurt if you relax.” I bite my lower lip and drop my head, closing my eyes as Zayden positions himself at my opening and pauses there for a moment, nudging into my folds with a slow, deliberate motion.

When he bucks his hips into mine, filling me with his warmth, I almost scream. There's this uncomfortable tightness for a moment, and I tense up. But then I feel his hand on my lower back, rubbing and soothing, the hot heat of his palm comforting against my skin.

“Relax your muscles, babe. You're way too goddamn tight.” I pant heavily, doing my best to relax, feeling a natural urge to tilt my hips up and back. As soon as I do, I feel myself relax, the pressure easing considerably. “There ya go. That's it, Smarty-Pants. Just like that.”

Zayden slides out slowly as I curl my fingers into the sheets and brace for the impact of his pelvis against my ass. From this position, I can feel the ring in his balls against my *. Each time he slams into me, it teases my body, twists my fervor up another notch until I'm gasping, struggling for each breath. I lean forward, putting my elbows against the bed and letting the pillows prop up my hips.

Oh.

Zay really does know what he's doing.

My cheek drops to the bed and I bite down on the edge of a pillow to hold back a scream. So many sensations are running through me that when Zayden grabs a hold of my ponytail and jerks my head back, I really do cry out. I know I could wake one of the kids, but I can't stop the sounds. I'm not in control of my body right now. I feel possessed, consumed by Zayden and the perfect rhythm of his cock inside of me.

I push back against the bed for some resistance and he groans, pulling my hair harder as I arch my back and tilt my chin up, giving up and letting him do whatever he wants. It feels good to let someone else be in control for once. I have so much to deal with, I don't want to worry about this. I tell him with my body that he can do whatever he wants, f*ck me however he wants. I don't care; I want it all.

“Goddamn it, Brooke,” Zayden groans as he pumps into me. “God-f*cking-damn it.”

I feel his hand move to the clasp on my bra, loosing the hooks and letting my breasts free to swing with each movement of his body. When I adjust my hips, I feel the metal in the head of his cock through the condom. It's this hard pressure against the velvet thickness of his shaft, and it makes me crazy. My own body starts to move, pushing my hips back so we meet with the sweet sound of flesh on flesh.

Our noises feel extra loud in the quiet dark of the room, but I like the erotic symphony we're creating, like a song written for just the two of us.

“Zayden,” I whisper as he pushes against me, his body jewelry making my clit tingle and throb. I can feel that explosion of stars behind my eyes, that hot fire raging through me. He rides me all the way down into it, until I'm gripping the bed and biting my lip to keep from screaming.

Zay releases his grip on my hair as I collapse forward, drawing away from him with a groan. I feel like I can barely move, but he's clearly not done with me, dragging the pillows out from under my body and tossing them to the floor.