His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 172

#Chapter 172: Control

Moana

As I listened to Edrick playing the piano, I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face. I wished that I could see him, but if it made him too nervous, then I was happy to just listen. He played beautifully, and I hoped that I could always hear his music from then on.

The song that he was playing came to an end, and was followed by silence. I didn’t realize it, but I had shut my eyes as I lost myself listening to the music. I opened them again and turned, expecting him to still be sitting at the piano, but he wasn’t.

He was standing right behind me, looking down at me with those glowing silver eyes.

Edrick was so close to me that I could smell his cologne coming off of his shirt and could feel his warm breath on my face. Being this close to him made me tremble, but only in a good way.

“Edrick…” I whispered, looking up to meet his gaze.

He stared down at me silently, with only his glowing silver eyes conveying his emotion. There was something harsh and dominant about them, but something soft, too.

Suddenly, Edrick bent down to kiss me. His kiss was deep and passionate, and his tongue began to work its way in between my parted lips as our breaths intertwined. I felt his arm wrap firmly around my waist, and he pulled me close. It was almost a little too rough, but at the same time it sent an excited shiver down my spine. My entire body bristled with titillation; finally, after seemingly becoming closer to me after the most recent weeks, I could be intimate with Edrick again. Everything felt as though it was falling into place, and I couldn’t have been happier.

As he kissed me deeply and sensually, Edrick’s hands slid up my back, through my hair and around the nape of my neck. He tilted my chin up further with his hands as he cupped my face. I felt a soft, involuntary moan escape my lips, and I pressed my hands up against his chest and began to work at his shirt buttons while his lips traveled down to my throat.

While I worked at his buttons, he suddenly pulled my hands away and picked me up as though I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to his bedroom, and he laid me down on the bed.

He pressed his body against mine, running his hand up my leg and pushing up my nightgown as he kissed my lips. I could feel his erection through his pants, pressing against me and reminding me of the night that we first had our fated one night stand. I remembered how big he was, and it made me want to feel that sensation of fullness inside of me again.

His kisses traveled across my jaw, then down my neck and down to my chest, only stopping where the lace of my nightgown covered my skin. Once he reached that point, he looked up at me, as though silently asking permission to remove my nightgown. I bit my lip and nodded slowly, watching as he slid a finger under the strap and slid it off of my shoulder. The fabric fell down and exposed my round, milky white breast in the moonlight. Goosebumps were already raised on my skin, and my n****e was hard. I wanted him to kiss my breasts. I wanted him to kiss my entire body.

And he was about to.

But then, he just… stopped. The silver light in his eyes faded back to gray, and he quickly covered my breast again before sitting up and putting distance between us. His face looked red with embarrassment, and he avoided my gaze. I sat up abruptly, my eyebrows knit together with worry.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling a pang in my chest as I looked at him.