He remembers everything.
“I knew right then,” he murmured, his eyes holding mine, “that you were going to be a problem.”
“A problem?” I repeated, my voice embarrassingly breathless.
“The best kind of problem.”
And then he kissed me again.
This time I didn’t freeze. This time I kissed him back immediately, my hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders, then to his neck, fingers threading through his hair.
His hair is so soft. Why is his hair so soft? This is unfair. Everything about him is unfair.
He made a sound, low and rough, and backed me up against the wall.
Oh. Oh my God!
The solid surface hit my back, and Gabriel pressed against me, one hand still tangled in my hair, the other gripping my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear.
Not going anywhere. Definitely not going anywhere. Could stay here forever. Would stay here forever.
His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, trailing kisses that made my knees actually buckle.
Knees buckling. That’s a real thing. That actually happens.
Who knew?
“Gabriel,” I gasped, and his name came out like a prayer.
Or a plea.
Or both.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense and completely undone.
“Stay,” he said again, and this time there was no question about what he meant.
Oh my God.
Oh my God, he wants me to stay. With him. Tonight. In his bed.
Gabriel Lyon wants me in his bed.
This is—this is—I can’t. I should—we’re in the hallway. Outside Megan’s room. I’m the nanny. He’s my boss. This is—this is the worst idea ever.
Scratch that... this is the best idea ever!
“I—” I started, but he kissed me again, softer this time, almost gentle. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine again.
“I know this is complicated,” he murmured. “I know this crosses every professional boundary. I know I’m your employer and you’re Megan’s nanny and this is—”
“Insane?” I supplied.
“Yes.”
“Completely inappropriate?”
“Yes.”
