The Way To A Man's Heart - Frankie Love Page 0,116

who is in the pack ‘n play in the living room. “Which means…”

We’ve been brushing shoulders, arms, hips all day. At first I thought there was nothing to it… but I think Beckett is as drawn to me as I am to him. It feels magnetic.

“Cookie time?” I ask, lifting my eyebrows and pulling out my phone.

“What recipe are you using?” he asks, sidling up next to me.

I press my phone to my chest in mock horror. “And give away my secrets?”

He laughs. “Okay, fair enough.” He reaches for a yellow cookbook on a shelf and thumbs through it. “This is the only recipe I use, so don’t go thinking I’m some master baker.”

“Wait, you use the Home Baked chocolate chip cookie recipe?”

He nods. “Yeah, see, I’m not as stingy about my formula as you are.”

I flip my phone to him, showing him the online recipe for the exact same cookies. “Great minds think alike,” I say, facing him. I lick my lips, unable to help myself.

He swallows, hard. His eyes find mine. “You make me feel so damn good, Brittany.”

I shake my head, setting my phone on the counter. “You make me feel pretty good too, Beckett.”

“Yeah?” He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ears. “I know that I hired you to watch Annie but…”

“You’ve had an insane few months, Beckett. Right now you need stable, secure, uncomplicated…”

“What if what I need right now is you?”

I exhale, my breath shaky. “Then I’d say this is going to become tricky.”

“Because you’re the nanny?”

I nod.

“Thank God,” he says with a grin. “For a second there I thought you were gonna tell me you had some boyfriend or something.”

I shake my head. “I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

“Never?”

“Not one.”

“Does that mean you’ve never…?”

I look down, momentarily embarrassed at my lack of experience. But then I remember I’m talking to Beckett, a man who may be insanely handsome, but also is insanely easy to be around. “Not once. Not so much as a kiss.”

He groans. “You’re killing me, Britt.”

“In a good way?” I ask, lifting my eyes.

“In a great way.”

“Did you want to make those cookies now?” I ask, my heart pounding, my core so hot that cooking is the last thing on my mind.

He shakes his head, a hungry look in his eyes that I completely understand. “No. What I want to do is make your cookie crumble.”

Chapter Seven

Beckett

Not wanting to make a move and scare her away, I meet her gaze, but I don’t need to worry that she isn’t on the same page as me. Brittany steps closer, her hand moves to my chest and she lifts her chin, ever so slightly, leaning in for a kiss. I won’t let her down.

My mouth meets hers and I fucking melt, right then and there. Screw the boundaries, the rules — all I want in this moment is her sweet lips against mine.

“Oh,” she whispers, her lips parting, our tongues twirling against one another as an intense wave of pleasure wraps itself around my heart, not letting go. Damn, this girl has me losing my mind in the best possible way.

I wrap my arms around her, my palms on her back, drawing her close. Loving the way her perfect breasts press against my chest. My cock groans as she moves closer to me still. There is no space between us, and that’s how I want it to stay.

When the kiss ends I’m at a loss for words. Something happened there, something that has never happened before.

“That was incredible,” I manage to say.

“Is it always like that?” she asks, her innocence such a precious gift. I refuse to let her go.

I shake my head, my hand on her hip. My heart already hers — she has no idea what she’s doing to me. “No, Brittany. It’s never like that.”

Her eyes widen in understanding, a sweet smile on her lips. “In that case, we should see if it was a fluke or…” She laughs.

And I don’t hesitate — I wrap my arms tight around her and I pull her in for another kiss. Then a third. A fourth. Eventually I lift her cute ass onto the kitchen counter and I stand between her legs. Right where I belong.

“That feels so good,” she whimpers as I run my hand over her breasts. She takes my hand and guides it under her top. “There,” she exhales, our lips once again locked.

Her tits are perfect, and with her permission, I pull down the cup of