Undercover with the Nanny by Cathy Skendrovich

Author:Cathy Skendrovich [Skendrovich, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Ignite; romance; suspense; mystery, DEA, DEA agent, nanny, neighbors, in love with the nanny, protector
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-04-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

She shouldn’t be here. Oh God, she sure as hell shouldn’t be here. Kate stood on Sawyer’s front porch, staring up at the dim light fixture next to the door.

Mr. Cabrera returned home about a half hour after Sawyer left. He’d been early. Had he been checking up on her, to see whether she’d sent the coach home or not? If so, he’d been disappointed, because he found her in the kitchen, cleaning up. Bobby had already gone to bed, and Sawyer was gone, after rocking her world with that kiss and his ultimatum.

She asked herself again: what was she doing, knocking on Sawyer Hayes’s door near midnight, when she knew what would happen if he opened the door? The answer was crystal clear: she was taking up his dare because she couldn’t help herself when she was around him.

Case in point: look how she’d shoved her hands down his pants, grabbing his very fine ass, after they started kissing. First, she’d initiated the kiss, because she couldn’t resist his sparkly, green eyes and gilded facial hair framing kissable lips, and then she’d added insult to injury by diving into his drawers. The memory sent heat flooding through her.

His Southern charm, his flirtatious banter delivered in an engaging accent, and that tall, muscular physique, had her forgetting her goals, making her think of tangled sheets and naked bodies glistening in the moonlight instead. She, who had only ever found sex to be “nice,” now wanted to explore every inch of his body, as well as give him full access to hers.

That’s why she was knocking on his door at midnight, wishing for a battering ram when it remained stubbornly closed.

Even though the night sea breeze had a nip to it, her body simmered. She reminded herself that she couldn’t manage a man along with the wreck that was her life right now. And, since Sawyer wasn’t answering her summons, she could still change her mind. She could turn around and head over to her place and lock herself inside. Maybe triple-lock. Kate stared at the closed door, clenching and unclenching her fists, worrying her bottom lip with her upper teeth.

Just one more knock.

She gave what she thought was one last, good rap. Silence.

Fate—or God—had provided a reprieve for her common sense. She could go back home without having embarrassed herself with her momentary sexual weakness. She turned to go. Just as she did, she heard the rattle of the doorknob, along with the swish of the front door opening. Scrunching her eyes shut, she pivoted, and then opened them one at a time. She choked on a strangled gasp.

Sawyer Hayes stood in the open doorway, gloriously naked, except for the towel slung low on his hips. Really low. Mouthwateringly low. She dragged her gaze away, up that corrugated abdomen, past that chiseled chest where stray water droplets dotted the wide expanse of male skin, up to those glittering emeralds that pinned her in her place.

There was no Southern charm in his expression now.

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