His Virgin Babysitter(10)

By: Lila Younger

“Wow,” I say. “This sure is fancy. Like a princess’s bathroom.”

“It is,” Luna says regally. “I am a princess.”

“That you are,” I say with a smile. “Now let’s get going on this bath.”

Bath and bed go quicker than I’m used to because Luna doesn’t have any bath toys. I make a mental note to tell Carter so we can maybe get her some tomorrow, and I read stories to her once she’s dressed in her new nightgown and I’ve braided her hair. We read together at least three stories, her small body snuggled up against mine. I feel so at peace that I could have stayed there forever, but Luna starts to drop off as I finish up the third story about Rainbow Fish, one of my favorites when I was a kid. Even though I know she’s not my kid, I can’t help but give her a little kiss at the top of her head. I carefully ease myself out of the bed, turn off the lamp, and head out.

“Well, that’s all taken care of,” I say when I get back to the kitchen.

Carter’s put away the rest of the pizza, and everything’s already loaded into the dishwasher, which is humming along. He turns away from the back porch and walks over to me.

“Thanks for doing that,” he says. “She seems to have taken to you so much. Maybe even more than me.”

“Oh I don’t think so,” I reply, allowing myself a little peek into those gorgeous blue eyes of his again. “She talked about you all day.”

I swallow hard, my heartbeat doubling as I lose myself in his eyes. I have no idea what to do here. It’s probably time for me to go, but I want to stay in his presence just a little bit longer. His gaze drops down to my mouth, my body, before raising back up to me.

“Anyways, she does think you’re amazing,” I repeat again because I need a moment to collect my thoughts. “Is there anything you want to talk about for tomorrow or should I go?”

He reaches out and grabs my arm.

“Stay,” he commands.


The air crackles with tension.

The air heats up.

The way he looks at me, like he wants to take me right here in the kitchen tells me that he’s not thinking about babysitting at all. My body has suddenly stopped working, including my tongue.

“I saw the way you were looking at me at dinner,” he says, his voice a low rumble.

“I wasn’t,” I say automatically, but I’m beet red. Who was I kidding? Of course I was. I’ve been staring since yesterday.

“Really? Because I was. And I think you have been too.”

His thumb rubs up against my inner wrist, and it’s the most charged thing anyone has done to me... well ever. We’re inches apart, within kissing distance really. My heart’s sped up even more, or maybe I’m having a heart attack, because I’m finding it hard to breathe too.

“You were, you were looking?” I say, pieces of what he’s saying filtering slowly into my brain.

“I want to do a whole lot more than look,” he says. He brings my hand to the tent in his pants. Oh god, I’m actually touching his erection. It’s hot and hard and huge and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with it. I would run away but Carter’s hand hasn’t let me go.

“Tell me Jade, do you still want to go home?” he says.

“No,” I whisper.

His lips descend on mine, a kiss that’s soft at first, but then more insistent. I’m frozen on the spot. I know I should be kissing back, but it takes me a few moments to really register the pleasure he’s sparking in my body. I lift my hands and gingerly place them on his shoulders, holding on as he sucks gently on my lower lip. I wanted this more than anything, and now that it’s here I just want it go on forever. His hands pull me closer to his taut body as he kisses me along my jaw, the sensitive hollow of my neck. I can’t help but gasp, zings of pleasure making me gush between my legs.

My eyes close, letting the feeling of his lips on my skin take over, as he slowly unzips my hoodie and pushes it off my shoulders. It drops on the floor. His tongue licks my neck, and I gasp.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” he says softly.

“I want you.”

I want him to touch me, kiss me, and lick me everywhere. But not here. It was too open, too risky. Carter leads me upstairs, fast as we can go. I almost trip up the staircase I’m so excited. We tumble together into the first bedroom on the second floor. I fumble with his buttons, unused to taking them off of anybody, until he takes over. My clothes are just as hard, the button of my jeans like some foreign thing, until we crash together onto the bed.

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