The Lumberjack's Nanny: A Forbidden Romance (Rockford Falls 3)

I took Rachel into my bedroom and shut the door. I was going to make the most of every second of this night.

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Rachel

I was surprised that kiss hadn’t seared off all my clothes into a pile of ashes on the hallway carpet, leaving me naked and excited. If he could do this to me, reduce me to a quivering, throbbing knot of arousal, with only a kiss on the lips, what could he do with his hands, his cock? I couldn’t wait to find out.

Max set me down on his bed, a plain king-size with a wooden headboard I’d be willing to bet he made himself, with stout posts at the corners that made me think filthy things. I wanted to grip one of those sturdy wooden posts while he thrust into me later. I might need something solid to hold onto.

I took off my t-shirt and shorts and kicked them away. Then I sat back for a second in my underwear and watched Max remove his shirt. That body was—exactly what you’d expect an extremely hot lumberjack to look like. His shoulders and arms were heavily muscled, but his torso was lean and strong with a chiseled six-pack of abs and a cut line beside his hips that led down into the gray boxer briefs he wore. Boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the outline of his massive bulge, the long and thick erection barely contained by the fabric that was stretched to its limit by his size and arousal. A darker spot of moisture near the tip made my mouth water. I wanted to touch his cock, stroke it, and suck it, and ride it. I’d never felt this insane about anyone. It was like my brain had derailed and turned into a dirty thought factory ever since I first spoke to him. Max was sexier than anything I could have ever imagined.

Also, the truth was, this was Max. This was Sadie’s dad. The guy who didn’t talk about the fact that he’d obviously given up a lot to come live in the woods with his kid and be a single dad. The same guy who never took the easy way out, thought he had to do everything himself, and gave up being anything but lonely to devote his attention and life to his child. He was noble and loyal and self-sacrificing, strong and a fiercely loving father. He joked with me about cartoon horses and cooked a good dinner and let me into his life so far that I got to help tuck Sadie in. There had never been any other option for me besides falling hard and doomed in love with him. He had that kind of heart, the kind that would give up everything to protect his child, the kind that would push away any chance of happiness for himself if there was the slightest risk of his daughter being hurt by it. I wanted to heal that part of him and make him see that I could be here, complete their family in a way that enriched all of our lives and took some of the burden of loneliness from him. We had a connection between us, there was no denying it. He would try. He would fight it tooth and nail. But even if he walked away right now without touching me, I would still belong to him in some way. I was his, as surely as I had been my own until he came along.

I caught my breath when he reached for me, cupped my face in his big, calloused hands and tipped it up tenderly and kissed me. I could feel the thrum of the leashed power in his body, how tightly he reined it in as he gave me a measured, gentle kiss, working my lips over with his, tantalizing me until I was panting, until I wanted to beg him for more. He dipped his tongue between my lips and withdrew it, teasing, alluring. I chased him with my tongue, a sexy game that went back and forth for several minutes, a feat of restraint. We had wanted to kiss for so long and had held back. So we made up for lost time.

It was the most luscious kissing. I sank into it, tried to wrap my arms around him and pulled him down over me, but he’d have none of it.

Max was in control. I had a feeling he’d never let me forget that.

He held back, kissing me generously, deliciously. I wanted to weep from the bloom of bittersweet love I felt for him and from him. It wasn’t long before he’d pulled me into his lap. Not straddling him, but with my back against his chest, his hands on my breasts and my stomach. I tried not to be self-conscious, but I was aware of my generous curves, the round belly, the full hips that contrasted so sharply with his toned and muscular body. Nothing seemed to slow him down though. He looked me over appreciatively, his hands and mouth worshipful as he kissed my throat and my shoulder, his hands reaching around to cup my full breasts, to rub them through the rough lace of my bra. I wriggled under his touch, but one big hand went to my belly and stilled me, locking me in place for his exploration, his pleasure.