“But you do?”
“Yes,” he said, hazel eyes full of a hunger I’d never seen before. But there was hesitation too, like he was trying to hold back. Trying to tell himself this was wrong.
I was fighting the same battle.
And I was losing.
Matty was my employer. Kissing him, hooking up with him, hell, being with him, were all off-limits. They were things that should be confined to my fantasies alone, not things I was considering acting on. I loved this job, not to mention Jack, and kissing his dad was the fastest way to ensure my nannying career went straight down the drain. All those years of work would be for nothing.
So why was I still stood in front of him, leaning into his touch and waiting for him to make a move?
“We shouldn’t,” I said quietly as his hand cupped my jaw, drawing me down to look at him. My skin felt like it was on fire and all I wanted was to give in to his embrace. “I’m your nanny. It could go so wrong.”
“I know. But I want you, Harper. I want this. And I know you do too.” He leant a little closer, breath ghosting over my lips. “I won’t hold it against you. I’m not going to fire you, whatever happens.”
“You can’t make that promise. Not unless you can see the future.”
“I can and I will. I promise that whatever happens, I won’t fire you. And if I turn into a miserable, cantankerous git again, you can call me out on it. Or rat me out to Hannah. Either way, I’m not going to punish you for kissing me.”
I swallowed, my heart racing so fast it felt like I’d drunk six straight shots of espresso. “And if I said no?”
He let go of my face and stepped back, his hands dropping down beside him. “Then we go to bed and pretend this never happened.”
“Okay,” I said. And then I grabbed the front of his T-shirt and slammed my mouth into his, kissing him like my life depended on it. He tasted like salt and whisky, smokiness lingering on his tongue as he pushed it between my lips. I groaned as he licked into my mouth, melting into his touch as he put one hand on my jaw and the other on my waist. My senses were overwhelmed, my mind stuck on what to do.
I’d never been indecisive, but now there were too many options in front of me.
All I could do was keep kissing him and see where it led.
My hands found the bottom of his T-shirt, sliding under it to grasp the heated skin of his hips and drag him against me. Matty moaned as I shoved my thigh between his legs, trying to stabilize myself. Dancing had made me tender and exhausted, and that was still pulling at my joints despite the wave of lust overriding it.
“We should… I…” I broke away to gesture at the living room and the sofa barely three feet away from us.
“Good idea.” Matty stepped back and reached for my hand, pulling me along with him. The nearest sofa was the smaller of the two but it would do. Except Matty clearly didn’t think sobecause he took me straight to the larger one, barely avoiding the edge of the coffee table as he walked backwards around it.
He flopped onto the wide plush cushions, hand still in mine. I tried not to laugh as he dragged me down, and I sprawled out on top of him, one leg between his thighs and the other almost hanging over the edge of the sofa. His body was warm and solid underneath me, and my suppressed laughter melted into a needy moan as his hardening cock pressed against my hip.
“You look so good like this,” Matty said as he slid one broad hand around the side of my neck, gently pulling me in for another kiss. “Look so pretty in my lap.”
“I like being here.”
“Yeah? Been thinking about it?”
“More than I should have been,” I murmured, my lips barely an inch from his.
“Good. So have I.” His kiss was deep and hungry, barely holding back from devouring me. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had wanted me this much.
We kissed and kissed until my lips were almost sore, our hands barely roaming below each other’s shoulders, leaving my body aching for more. But I didn’t want to push my luck and break the spell. Making out was one thing, but anything more could remind Matty how many boundaries we’d already crossed and then everything would end.
And now we’d started, I couldn’t imagine going back to normal. Not when I knew exactly what it felt like to kiss him.
I shifted slightly in his lap as I gently teased his bottom lip with my teeth, making my cock rub across his thigh. I froze because it would be impossible for him not to notice how hard I was.
Shit, he’d probably already realised. My body hadn’t exactly been subtle up to this point. It was just the first time I’d really noticed it. Maybe because I’d been so lost in howgoodkissingMatty felt that I’d pretty much been having an out-of-body experience.
Matty tilted his head back slightly and grinned at me, his red hair spread out on the cushion underneath him like a sexy halo. “I’m sorry,” I said, putting my hands on either side of him so I could push back, but I didn’t get far because he put his hand on my lower back and slid it down to my arse, holding me gently in place.
“Why are you apologising?” he asked, shifting underneath me so his muscled thigh was right under my cock.
