Naughty Nanny Series- Accidentally in Love

by Blue, RaeLynn

  didn’t want to talk at all, but she deserved to know.

  Their eyes met and before he knew it, he stood beside her stool, dangerously in

  her personal space. He reached for her, and Charlotte leaned into his open palm

  without hesitation. He took her by the shoulders and turned her around to fully face

  him. His hand on her chin, he guided her closer, he couldn’t stop himself from tasting

  her.

  “You’re not going to let me off the hook, are you?” he asked, setting his cup

  down, holding her gaze.

  “Nooo. I like watching you wiggle.”

  “Enjoy it, do you?” he whispered, releasing her chin and circling behind her. He

  breathed against her ear, letting his tongue trace the shell of her lobe, tasting the salt of

  her flesh. His tongue hummed in glee.

  “Yes…” she hissed, her body rising as his lips trailed down the smooth slope of

  her neck and on to the hardness of her collarbone and over the round of her shoulder,

  the sweater’s fabric getting into his mouth. “Ichigo!” God, he loved how she whispered his name. Yes! He could listen to that forever.

  His cock grew heavier as she repeated it and grabbed his shirt. He grinned against her

  neck where he’d traveled up again. His teeth glided along her flesh there, making her

  clutch him tighter.

  “Ichigo!”

  “Yes?”

  “Stop!” She put her other hand on his forehead to physically halt his progress.

  Trembling against him, her breathing began to slow.

  “I like watching you wiggle,” he retorted, a devilishly wicked smile curved the

  corner of his mouth, widening at the pleasure on her face.

  She giggled. “Touché.”

  He folded her into his embrace, and she let him, snuggling into him as if cold.

  The blanket had fallen to the floor in a hush shortly after he kissed her ear. With her

  head on his chest, Charlotte sighed, and it sounded happy and pleased, like she

  belonged right here, like she wanted to be there.

  Ichigo had no intentions of ever letting her go.

  A stranger, but she felt right, perfect in his arms. He had never believed in true

  love. And after Sybil, he never thought he’d want to love again or put in the damn

  effort, but Charlotte made him want all of those things again.

  “How am I doing?” he whispered in a rasp, letting his fingers stroke the smooth

  flesh of her chin and relishing how silky it felt.

  “Good,” she said, her lower lip trembled. “Let me kiss you,” he said, and without pausing he brushed his lips across the

  expanse of hers. His cock jumped at the exquisiteness of her mouth. So lush and soft.

  She licked her lips and his heavy phallus thickened.

  Damn.

  He had to have more.

  Her tender hand closed over his and she moaned after the second kiss.

  Those delectable lips parted, inviting his tongue entrance. Come taste me, she

  seemed to say, and he did. Slow, as if his eternity was created for this sole purpose—

  kissing her. His tongue explored her mouth, every sweet corner, every delicious drop of

  her sugary essence. She moaned again and the hum of her pleasure made his rod rigid.

  So hard, he could probably crack the island’s marble countertop.

  “Um,” she mumbled, breaking the kiss. “Wow.”

  He smiled.

  “I, I don’t uh know what just happened.”

  “Well, that’s a kiss.”

  “Funny…”she said.

  “And a damn good one,” he added, his grip still firm. “If I do say so myself.”

  She smiled, pulling her hand free. She squirmed against the ebony leather of the

  stool.

  “Yeah, it was, but we shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered.

  “Yes we should.” He kissed her softly on the forehead before she broke completely free of his

  embrace. She quivered, the shudder rippling through her. Sliding off the stool, she

  reached down to scoop up the blanket.

  What happened? Did he push too hard? She was acting strange. Something was

  bothering her.

  “My wife left me,” he said, the words popping out like a net to catch her from

  leaving. The words sounded strange now that he’d aired them in the open. He’d

  thought them to himself for years, but now, nestled against the new spark, his hope

  rekindled and his doubts burned. “She just packed her stuff, left Kanon at a babysitter,

  and vanished.”

  Quiet settled around them. Charlotte wouldn’t face him. Pulling away, she

  hugged the blanket to her body. He sighed. Might as well tell her all of it. He wanted to

  hug her, but she didn’t seem to want him to. She’d asked about his ex-wife, so he’d best

  tell her all of it.

  “So, about two years ago, I got served divorce papers from her, out of Nevada.

  No explanation except the usual. She also gave up her parental rights. She cut us out of

  her life.”

  “She left her daughter,” Charlotte said, like she couldn’t quite believe it. “Kanon

  was three?”

  “Or there bouts,” he said, shrugging. The past was past. He wanted to embrace

  the present in more ways than one.

  “Did you look for her?” “Nope,” he quipped, reaching for Charlotte, unable to fight off the desire any

  longer. Enough talk. He had other ideas for what they could do with their mouths.

  “No?”

  “No,” he repeated. At first, he’d thought to go after Sybil, but didn’t. “If she

  didn’t want us, why try to make her? She made her intentions clear.”

  “That’s just, just foul. How could she just go?”

  He couldn’t agree more. But to be honest, he only wanted to kiss Charlotte, not

  talk about Sybil.

  “That’s long over,” he croaked, touching her wrist.

  She looked at him then.

  “Is it?”

  Ah, there. That was why she questioned him and had pushed him away. She was

  scared. Worried.

  “From the moment you puked in your passenger seat,” he said, “You’ve been all

  I’ve thought about.”

  She snorted in laughter.

  Finally, she fell into his arms and he hugged her close. She smiled, and although

  he couldn’t see it, he could feel it.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I got you,” he said, dropping another kiss to her brow.

  “You think you got me?” “Yes, because you have me,” he explained. He lifted her chin up to his and

  kissed her.

  Soulful and searching, the kiss deepened, plunging into his soul and stirring it

  until it boiled. Unwilling to break the kiss, he gently sucked at her tongue. God, this

  woman dropped her anchor into his emotional storm. She would pull him asunder if

  she tried to leave. He had to remain tethered to her. He pressed her closer to him,

  unable to get enough.

  Breaking the kiss, he croaked out a warning.

  “I know this, this is new, but damn it, Charlotte, tell me now, right now, if you

  want me to stop.”

  Instead of answering him, she parted her legs and yanked him to her. Her

  salacious and horny grin fed his own ravenous lust. Hot damn!

  His eagerness nearly tore though the polyester of his uniform pants, but to hell

  with it, he pushed against her, reclaiming her lips for himself. Heaven melded into a

  single breath. And he was blessed with each and every si
ngle exhale. A gift and glory

  all ripe in a sweet chocolate coating, Charlotte begged for him to unwrap her passion.

  And he would.

  Chapter Seven

  Charlotte’s stomach lurched as Ichigo’s lips skimmed along her jaw, drawing

  goose bumps in the wake of his soft, butterfly kisses. Her swollen lips throbbed from

  the force of his kiss, but his mouth, that luscious mouth had drifted on. He lowered his

  face to rub his cheeks, his mouth, and his nose against her skin as if he meant to grind

  his exquisite scent into her own, mixing them until she smelled like him. Even when she

  left, she’d still be able to inhale him against her flesh.

  “You smell like heaven, like angels, and sweetness,” he mouthed against her

  collarbone. It wafted up against her neck, tickling under her chin and smelling strongly

  of coffee. Up her spine, his hand traveled, stirring her desire into a glowing buzz.

  She grinned, and pulled him closer, unable and unwilling to break his hold, to

  leave his embrace. Taking a deep breath, she fingered a few strands of his hair, feeling

  the satin tresses glide through her digits, bringing shivers to her back, as her spine

  tingled. Her heart flipped when he nipped at her collarbone, making her gasp. Her grip

  fastened in his hair, snatching it roughly in her fist, he grunted, but his kisses

  intensified.

  Melting against him, she stopped thinking about anything except the flurry of

  sensations shooting through to her core, making her quiver and gush in anticipation.

  Her baser instincts roared over the quiet pleading of her logic to stop, to step away, and to halt her path into the dangerous territory she found herself in. Her clit tightened to

  stone. She wanted him and she wanted him now!

  “Ichigo! Please,” she moaned, grinding her pelvis against him, feeling the rather

  large cock dig into her side.

  A rakish grin spread across Ichigo's lips. “Tell me what you need, Char.”

  Oh, it sounded easy enough. Just open her mouth and declare what she wanted

  from him, but she couldn’t think, let alone talk when his hands cupped her breasts and

  rolled her taut, stiffened nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. Through her

  sweater and thin lacy bra, the heat of his hunger burned through them. The scratchy

  lace of her bra chafed her nipples, making them pebbled into points so steely, she feared

  he’d cut his hands if he didn’t release her lust. He plucked the tips as if they were

  dainty little bows.

  “Ichigo!” she cried, his name snatched out of her throat by the rising lust inside

  her. “Please!”

  He chuckled, as if her distress, her heat was humorous! Damn him.

  She pushed him back, and snatched her sweater over her head in jerky

  movements that showed how shaken he made her. Once off, the cool kitchen air swept

  across her searing flesh and she shuddered. Ichigo watched her, drinking her in. The

  whisper-thin fuchsia lace bra held her breasts up to him.

  “Those are the most beautiful, wow,” he whispered, so low she didn’t know if he

  was talking to himself or to her. Heat spread across her cheeks, and she sighed, a ball of anxiety lessening,

  burning to a crisp before the strong flames of his passion.

  Without any more talk, he reached out and gently cupped her breast, using his

  nimble fingers to slide the lace over her beaded nipple. He pinched it, drawing out a

  whimper from her lips and a pulsating jolt to her clit. He lowered his lips to the

  marbled tip, flicking it harshly with his tongue. Her back arched forward, shoving the

  cinnamon tip into his greedy mouth.

  Exquisite pleasure at the hands of his wickedly agile tongue caused her to cry

  out. She didn’t even understand what she said, if anything, intelligent at all. Her hands

  ran up his arms, his thickly roped muscles stretched and flexed beneath her fingertips

  as if starving for her touch. With his mouth torturing her right nipple, his other hand

  slowly manipulated the left, sending dual jolts of lightening straight to her already

  hardened button. Already her wanting dew glazed her thighs, and still she gushed

  more, so wet. God, she was more than ready to take him inside her. Based on the long,

  slightly curved weapon pressed against her pelvis, she would need every drop of

  lubrication to take him.

  And damn if she didn’t want to take every long, delectable inch.

  Her stomach muscles tightened in agreement. Already hard and alive against

  her, his phallus bobbed as if trying to spur him on. She wanted that long, thick, steel

  buried inside her. Hell, she was more than ready for him to fill every inch of her wet,

  aching core.

  And she told him so. “Damn, take me, Ichigo!” she purred against his hair. Her hand clenched in his

  hair.

  He didn’t even hesitate. He stood up; untangling himself from her hands he

  snatched off his shirt, buttons popping in his haste. With swift hands he undid his belt

  and shoved his pants to his feet, his boxers with them. He kicked off his shoes. Graceful

  and smooth like a panther, Ichigo disrobed in seconds. Charlotte’s eyes widened and

  she had to remind herself to close her gaping mouth.

  His cock jutted out into the soft kitchen light. His ivory shaft curved upward

  toward his bellybutton almost guaranteeing he’d reach her G-Spot.

  A model of chiseled perfection, Ichigo smirked at her expression.

  “Glad you approve,” he said, voice stripped down to a feral rumble.

  “Oh, hell yeah.”

  His muscular thighs and tight torso spoke of strength. Her mind drifted to a

  vision of her straddling those powerful thighs as he pounded into her.

  Her pussy clenched at the thought.

  “Take these off.”

  He snatched her pants at the waist, jerking her to him, and undid her button and

  zipper. She lifted up her ass as he roughly shoved them over her cheeks. Tugging with

  those wide wonderful hands, he dropped her jeans in a pile beside his.

  Left only in her matching fuchsia lace thong, Charlotte molded her breasts and

  teased them with light plucks.

  “Make me come, Ichigo.” “I smell your need, baby,” he whispered, squatting down in front of the bar

  stool. He leaned forward and kissed her mound through her panties’ sheer lace. She

  thrust forward as his teeth raked over her swollen pussy lips.

  “Oh!” her back arched sharply from the bar stool.

  He guided her up to the barstool, and roughly shoved the flimsy material aside.

  One bent leg used the stool’s cushion surface while her other one lay pinned beneath

  Ichigo’s wide hand. A sigh pushed out of her as his fingers slid down her lips, parting

  them in moments before slipping in two delicious digits.

  “Oh God!” It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

  Her hips bucked anyway, trying to get more. He flicked her button making her

  muscles tighten and body squirm impatiently. He used one hand to clasp her down and

  steady her. His other hand buried itself in her ebony heat. Again and again his fingers

  found her spot and pressed it repeatedly. His marvelous mouth suckled her clit,

  occasionally grazing it with his teeth.

  “Please!”

  She didn’t care if she sounded like a horny teenager. This was far better than her

  dream, but damn if she didn’t wa
nt Ichigo’s delicious cock buried to the balls inside

  her. Oh, yes, she did.

  “You taste so good. I wanna eat your juicy pussy all night.”

  The slick press of his tongue made her whimper with want.

  Whack!

  She was going to die. He slapped her cit and then shoved his fingers back into

  her warmth.

  “Oh hell!” she shrieked, her leg an iron vice around half of Ichigo’s torso. His

  mouth clamped over her throbbing button and his fingers’ pace increased.

  “Like that?”

  “Yes! Yes!”

  Surely, he could tell how greedily her inner muscles milked his fingers, hungry

  for more. Hell yes, she loved it, and the approaching orgasm rose high in her belly,

  knotting up tighter and tighter.

  “Then come for me.”

  As soon as he said it, the rasp of his groans, lifted her higher and higher. Using

  his tongue to sweep throughout the recesses of her wet garden, Ichigo’s pace became a

  frenzy. Slurping, sucking, nipping without pause, so much so, she thought she’d die.

  He devoured her creaming pussy.

  “Oh my God!”

  “That’s it,” he said, “Come for me.”

  He went right back to business. She savored his plunging, sliding tongue,

  thrusting against his face for deeper penetration. Her orgasm hovered on the edge.

  Intoxicating, his actions sped her higher and higher, and soon, she spilled over the walls

  of her control.

  “Damn!” she managed as her throat closed over the smashing fist of her orgasm.

  Her pelvis and hips had a mind of their own, bucking and grinding against his face until she couldn’t maintain any semblance of composure. She melted into a puddle of

  shuddering pleasure beneath his hands. “Oh, fuck!”

  Ichigo had folded her into his arms, sweeping her from the bar stool and laying

  her on the floor beneath his grandmother’s blanket. With her desire’s dew on his

  tongue, he kissed her. Their mouths fused for several hot moments, and he pushed

  through her full lips to plunder her mouth. He groaned his pleasure as the kiss

  lengthened. Her aching nipples rubbed against his hard chest.

  With her quim still quivering from her orgasm, Ichigo pressed the huge swollen

  knob of his shaft to her entrance. The feel of his delicious body meeting hers caused her

  to shudder violently against him.

  “You want me?” he asked, eyes burning through to her heart. “Tell me.”