The Lumberjack's Nanny: A Forbidden Romance (Rockford Falls 3)
Max knocks at my door, his hair messed up from raking his hands through it. “I couldn’t stay away,” he says, anguished. Then he reaches for me, pulls me into his arms right on my doorstep and kisses me, nearly bending me backward with the force of his passion. I invite him in, blushing, happy. I mean to say something nonchalant, offer him a drink, but we’re all over each other before I can get my thoughts together.
Wild, breathless kisses consume my senses as he backs me toward my bedroom. He strips my clothes off, and he’s between my legs, the rasp of that beard tantalizing my most sensitive parts. His hot, wet mouth is such a contrast to the luscious scrape of his beard as he licks and kisses me there, sucking my tender folds, lapping at them until he settles his mouth to the knot of nerves that seems to glow with furious arousal. The pressure and heat of his lips and tongue there send me spiraling into orgasm.
As Max surges up onto the bed above me, I don’t have time to catch my breath before he’s entering me, the penetration of his long, impressive erection making me shiver with want and nervousness. I haven’t had a man in so long, and never one so well-endowed. It’s intimidating and thrilling all at once. As soon as he thrusts inside me, my head goes back with a cry, fingers twisting in the sheets beneath me.
Overwhelmed, I grabbed the showerhead off its hook and turned it to pulsate. I parted my quivering thighs and used the force of the pulsating water on my aching clit to take me over the edge, my head tipped back against the shower wall, hot water streaming down me as I masturbated wantonly, fantasizing graphic sex acts with my boss. I moaned as I came, called out Max! Yes, Max!
When my heart stopped thundering so hard, I turned off the water, rehung the showerhead and toweled off. I refused to be ashamed of healthy sexual impulses, and Max had done nothing if not provoked those impulses to the very edge of human tolerance with that kiss. That kiss that set me aflame and sent me to apply my massaging showerhead to the part of my body that wanted him so desperately. Even though I’d come thoroughly, I was still dissatisfied. I didn’t want my hand and a stream of water. I wanted Max. His hands, his voice, his mouth, his cock. Most of all though, I knew I wanted his whole heart.
14
Max
A grown man, a business owner and parent, does not hide from his hired help. I wasn’t hiding from Rachel. I’m a goddamn lumberjack. I carved a new life for myself and my child from the wilderness of my land at the foot of the mountains, felled trees, built furniture with my bare hands. I was a man’s man, smart and capable, living off the land, in touch with the elements, master of all I surveyed. I didn’t hide. I just avoided her. Like any sensible man would do after violating his personal ethics and making out with the nanny. How the mighty had fallen—I’d become a sitcom cliché. In a moment of weakness, I’d succumbed to the attraction between us and regretted it.
I dodged out of the house as soon as I’d kissed Sadie goodbye in the mornings, and I took over from Rachel with barely a word in the evenings. “I’m sure Rachel needs to get going,” I’d say to my daughter, indirectly dismissing her without actually speaking directly to her at all.
It was a relief when I made it to Thursday. Just one more day and then I wouldn’t have to see her for three whole days. That kiss had rattled me. I couldn’t get my head together. It wasn’t like anything I’d experienced, and I’d been a playboy in my twenties, handsome and rich and able to get any woman I wanted. I’d had plenty of them and had a great time in the process. I remembered gorgeous, sexy women I’d bedded—but none of them had sent a white-hot thrill through my body at the brush of her lips. I wanted to bring her pleasure like no man ever had. I was in the grip of a desire I had no idea what to do with.
There was too much at risk. Rachel had such a strong bond with my little Sadie. What if I tried to make a real relationship work with Rachel only for her to walk out of my daughter’s life and abandon her like her mother had? Only worse, because Sadie couldn’t remember the woman who gave birth to her, but she loved Rachel and depended on her. I couldn’t let that happen. My little girl would be devastated, and I didn’t want to think about how I’d react to the loss and heartbreak.