Her fingers sank into my hair as her whole body melted into me, and I tugged her over so she straddled my lap.
Months of pent-up sexual tension, and this was the explosion.
My skin burned and my nerve endings sparked and I was desperate to be inside her. Kenna’s fingers flexed in my hair as she moaned into my mouth. My arms tightened around her waist, drawing her closer. Her breasts crushed against me, the kiss changing from passionate to pure sex. It was suddenly biting and wet, our tongues tangling and licking and learning every inch of each other’s mouths.
It wasn’t enough.
I squeezed her perfect arse and pushed her down on my lap so my hard-on rubbed her directly between the legs, but there was too much fabric between us. She whimpered, rubbing harder, seeking the friction, riding me until our mouths parted in brief increments to catch our breaths.
With a growl of impatience, I tugged her thin sweater off and Kenna raised her arms, our movements hurried and frantic as I divested her of the top and then her lacy white bra. Her small, gorgeous tits bounced with the movement.
“So perfect,” I murmured hoarsely, cupping and squeezing them gently. “So fucking perfect.” I captured her right nipple with my hot mouth and she cried out in pleasure.
Lustful madness took control of me, and I pushed Kenna down onto the sofa. She watched with a fiery, low-lidded gaze as I whipped off my shirt and then unbuttoned her jeans. Her eyes lowered to my abs, and the way she licked her lips hungrily made me thankful for the many hours spent at the university gym. Yanking down her jeans and knickers, I threw them to the floor. The whole time I devoured the sight of her. Perfect olive skin. All slender curves and long fucking legs. Plump lips parted on excited pants. Eyes flared with arousal.
So beautiful. So beautiful I’d lost my mind.
I came down over her, our lips crashing together, her hard nipples brushing my naked chest, her thighs gripping my hips. I still wore my suit trousers and her kisses turned desperate as she reached for the button and zipper on them. She pushed them and boxer briefs down and slid her hand inside to grasp and tug my cock out.
“Fuck!” I groaned at the sensation of her tight grip. I was throbbing and hot and hard and I needed either her hand or pussy. Preferably her pussy.
“Jesus.” I thrust into her palm as she pressed my mushroomed head against her clit. She released me to grip my waist, tilting her hips as I teased her with just the head. I kissed her hard, feeling her wet against my tip. Needing her tight heat, I slid my cock to her entrance and began to push inside.
She grasped my buttocks, fingers biting as she moaned, “Haydyn, yes, please, fuck me.”
Something about her saying my name cut through my fog. I froze, staring down at her flushed face and impassioned expression.
Hours ago I’d held her in my arms while she cried, grieving for her parents.
Kenna was vulnerable.
My son’s nanny.
And I was about to fuck her. Bare.
Shit.
Her eyes widened. “Haydyn?”
I scrambled off her, horrified by my selfishness. I yanked up my boxers and trousers and dove to pick up her jeans. “Kenna, we can’t.”
I didn’t get a chance to explain why I’d stopped. Kenna had jumped off the couch, hauled on her knickers and jeans, red-faced and angry. She’d stormed out, ignoring my pleading calls of her name.
My skin burnedfrom the memory of that night as I pulled my SUV into the caravan site. Driving slowly past the caravans, I stopped at the sight of Kenna’s Audi. It sat beside a static home. It was at least in the back row, farther from the water and tucked in between two other caravans. But it looked like no one else was on site, and the snow was sticking here too.
The next time I saw Kenna after that Halloween, I tried to broach the subject of what happened between us, but she said she just wanted to forget about it. And I was afraid to lose her from our lives, so I didn’t mention it again. It stung that she’d decided she didn’t want me after all, even though I knew it was for the best, so I’d avoided her.
Shrugging off all the reasons I shouldn’t be here, I concentrated on all the reasons I should. There was no way Kenna should be living in a caravan during a snowstorm and no way she should be alone on her first Christmas without her parents.
Slamming out of the car, I hurried toward the narrow steps and didn’t even make it to the door before it opened. Kenna stood there, still wearing her coat and shoes. A frown marred her pretty brow.
“You followed me?” she huffed.
“Grab your things.”
Her eyes grew adorably round. “Excuse me?”
Impatience rode me. “Grab your things and get in the car. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you stay in this caravan during a snowstorm.”
